Defying justice, I shout somewhere above me. Wholly empty
I can hear the laughter of the clouds

Deference is evil, Louder now, every breath leaving me shaking
As the heavens forge their thunder to rain down

God of malice, forgetting patience, as the words escape me
I can hear the whispers softly now
For the moment, I am searching, though there's nothing I am missing
Forge the moment's once endowed

I was born in this place, barely justified
And now that I am alive, it was never justified
I once basked in this grace, the wording so maligned
I was born in this way, only death will reconcile

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This heart beats ever stronger
One
Two

One...
Two...

The drumbeat as I wander

****
You

The more you seek the more you know
Whether it be in an upstate penthouse
Or a lavender tree surrounded bungalow
The mind, an unfathomable garden of planted scriptures, undefined.

The heart yelps, the voices blow  
Initiative galore of intriguing canvases follow
One does not see, one does not hear
But sense is beyond the limits of sorrow

I would like to see, I would like to hear
Albeit constant delusions of fear
Created to seek what's beyond the border
I rest in assurance, one day the tendency of denial won't wander

Have you ever felt,
Longing for something?
Rather, someone,
You linger to be yours?

Felt the heat of the waves,
Of your undying shame.
Oh, you no-no wonder why,
She wasn't afraid?

Afraid of haunting you more,
Caressing, pretending.
She's yours and you're hers.
But there was "never an us?".

Us is a big word
Full of responsibilities and sincerity
That kept you from striving and crying.
Until your heart fade in despair.

Have you ever felt loved?
Because I, never felt her,

Back.

Aurora, it needs a break.
After years of sailing, it could no longer fake.

Ardour could only go so far,
antithetical to talent and holding
ace.

All encouraged in good grace,
Almost there. They prevaricate, clearly did not
anticipate.

A few had a slice of the honest cake, un-
aware of how they caused an
ache.

'Aye! What absurd thoughts, mate.'
Annoyed by the voice inside create,
as the pirate couldn't tell.
A message from garden or well,
are solid facts or silly doubts?

Aquivering, he supined on deck.
Anxious, desperately he seeks for his
answer. Impatiently he awaits for his
anchor.

I do not wander, not have I
Slept and rolled
O'er the nights in my bed, in my mouth,
Thoughts of instinctive delight of other beds,
Of other hands.
What next shall we deny ourselves?
Blissful incompetence - a mediocre understanding of an afternoon
So solemn in guilt
Of what we have or have not done.
For the past hears the future under your electric voice and eyes that delight me not.
Excite me not.
To learn, to yearn, to sleep under trees and under sheets.
But in your sheets I am absent.
In these trees I do sleep.
And do I dream?

Thine own dreams shall dreamers be,
And enlist in the tides of mockery.

I wander lonely in the dark
Arms held out to feel through maze
This rocky road has left its mark
Much safer crawl through murky haze

How long have I been plodding on
With no sanctuary close in sight
All my humanity now gone
My heart much blacker than the night

All senses gone all reason lost
This hostile path at set of sun
Continue on no thought of cost
Must march for nothing can be won

At breaking point I cry aloud;
“Just to behold His saving light”
And wings surround me as a crowd
Fly free of gloom to glory bright!