Those burnt thoughts,
Contaminated, contorted by autumn's linger-
As we repent our sins
My heart is pierced by your stinger
The tulips rising towards the incandescent sun
Have flourished and bloomed, nature has won.

Or perhaps it always has? I surrender under the grape vine
The sweet taste of your lips polluting mine.
The grass an emerald ocean, dew gleaming like jewels
Yet the world runs on this endless, melancholic fuel.

I am sinking into the Earth,
Your hands following the curvature of my spine
Needless worry, spring has arrived on time.
She brings clarity, forgiveness back into the soul
The birth of the Dead, replenishing the
Old.

Trapped in retrograde, I live the illusion- that we were frozen by Time's confusion.
But all is warm, our feet moulded into the ground. They create roots, foundations, we are bound.

The scorpion's hiss marks my devotion
Quietly, inside, I hide my emotion.

You melt away into the vast darkness...


Then I wake. Covered in snow, white as snow.

It hides itself
Better of late
That old companion
In my shadow
That perpetual  
Creeping malaise
Coiling inside my brain

Never springing
Only cr  e      e p             i n g

      Slithering

      Mesmerizing

        Paralyzing

Logic and common sense.
A lord of fear
Undermining mental
Immune systems
Playing my emotions

Like a violin concerto–
Devil's chord

Out of tune socially    
                                Mentally.

But then I see her
In her vulnerable position
That sweet  

        Innocent child/woman
Who props up my remains
Who takes me back
To simpler times
And youthful joys

When the hooded cobra
Was in embryonic form.
This one constant in my life
Keeps the cobra at bay

But it waits just outside the camp
Taunting me
Whispering just low enough
So I can't make out what
It is saying.

But how can one make out hissing?!

When you were always told
That you are fine
Nothing's wrong
Maybe a little neurotic sometimes

What can you do?
Be reduced to a catatonic state?
Where can you hide but in your shadow?

When she first saw him, he came fearless wearing red
She was uncomfortable, in her usual black
And by that
Anyone could say they didn't match

Although they got along
It was clear that something would go wrong
A mischievous boy
Falling for a broken heart girl
Who would dare to believe that from it
A love could grow?

The girl didn't know how bad this boy could get
And she had confidence to let him in
Like with somebody else she never had

He stabbed a knive at her back
While saying "I love you,"
"I don't know why you always so sad"

One day the girl realized that she didn't deserve to be treated that way
She wasn't able to save him from his demons
'Cause he wanted to be bad anyway

Didn't take long
To the boy realize he was wrong
And so he got hit by the epiphany of all the bad things he had done
All the pain he caused, he felt in his own guts

And with this sad ending
They part from each other
Now the broken hearted,
As so deserved, was him

He’s saying,
As long as you stay, you can leave as you please

He’s saying,
As long as you return to me by sunrise, you can run free at midnight
Saying nothing When I come home by daylight, just as long as it seems we are together in public eyes.

Games we play are pure Deceptions.
I’m in home sweet prison, we are papered bind, chained by delusions and lies. Our love is like doing time and even though he senses the unhappiness on my mind, he says to me all the time “you will be alright”

"I do" was my crime. Our child is the paying fine. So I’m Akon "Locked up" until He closes his eyes. He hears when I sneak out, so even he sleeps with one eye open, towards my unfaithful behavior. He Pretends to be blind.

Im Trained to be home momentarily. Agreeing to be in his detentions temporarily.
For when he met me my love was untameable widly desired to be spirited and free

But he refuses my request to be free. He holds on tight and that’s even if it’s killing me.

So when he senses my  surpressive screams to finally leave. He will rush to leave out the set of keys. Within my arms reach. by my bar side intentionally. because he knows my desire to run yet in need of a safe home.  he holds  the keys.  Giving me a copy version to be free.

And If I don't return like we lawfully agreed, The punishment of manipulation will be black hole deep. He will catch me and emotionally blackmail me. Verbally put on the handcuffs, steal away my keys.
appoint me to the critical  judge, reminding me he’s the man who holds my Keys to leave.

Presenting my  past and mistakes to the courthouse packed with tyrants, which will be past me's. Deferment my character, rule me as guilty. Killing my spirit by Belittling my dreams. Crying that I attempted ******. attempting to **** him. for attempting to steal me.

He won. Victimized and trapped I return to my cell.
After verabally placing on the black and white strips and putting me through hell.

handcuffs on tight, game face on right,
He taunts me with tactics all day and night......

30 days of his controll, guilt trip complete.
He surprises me with kind  gesture and ask how bad do you want to be free?

He plays with sound of jingling keys, a melody that sounds good to me
Next to my Bar side, He finally placed down my set of keys
And reminds me,
That as long as you return here by sunrise, you are free to leave

Hunting for redemption to attain our immoral remission
We believe forgiveness is needed to endure our mission

Escaping our past in a vile bottle of wine
Wisdom is what we seek due to all the mistreated time

Sages and savages, the two faces of the coin
In this feral world, wich one was i born?


Words Of Harfouchism

I don't need more.
They tell me I do.
More likes, more money
more friends too.

Society thinks
I'll be happy then,
More clothes, more shoes
More power, more men.

But more often than not
The more you aquire,
The more you'll realize
The more you desire.