Can we make our relationship back,
When we were there you're holding me my bowl of snack,
From hurrying to office and coming  home late,
Cursing for every food you had made,
Joe still have questions about maths; like why multiplication seems harder than summations,
Why there is no power of zero and is he good with pronounciations,
It's hard to get my tie from the tropical forest of clothes,
I would handle it but what about Joe he's missing our thrashy trash talks and every bows ,
You used to do with mellow irritation,
Making him timely to reach the school bus station,
I still can't find soya sauce and why you keep ginger beer at the bottom rack,
Pretty white one got a company of a Black hat,
The engagement ring never felt so irrelevant while peeping through it,
No candy fingers of soft hands are embracing them saving it with bliss,
Now I know I was the " no man " to your kindness and blessings,
I wish I could bring you back from the coffin to me while I know you'll forgive my every sin.

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

He said,  "Baby,  let's go
Let's explore the places we do not know

Don't worry 'bout the waves and tide
'Cause on magic carpet we will ride

Mountains and trees we will see
Standing strong just like you and me

Don't ever look back at the ***** space
Here in my heart is the safest place

There you will no longer feel sad
Come, let us feel the wonders of God."

This is a metaphor of my own life. WARNING. IT IS LONG. I don't expect anyone to read it.
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A shadow claws up your skin tonight.
Combing each wrinkle with heightened delight.
Each pin ***** tendril sends an ecstatic
amount of confusion into your mind.

And you wonder...

If fortune was true... then what of the man
who came in a storm, while before him ran
an energy source he named Midnight Eve
who caused him to rise. To fall. To believe.

For while he was nothing, with time left to squander
his feet were too restless, for him to just wander.
Though the dark of the sky, clouded his eyes
and the tower above which rose through the skies

set a sample of truth which was hard to ignore.
A sample of face. A chime sounding core
which left behind music, friendship and charm
and fought against peace to cause some self harm.

Yes he strove by the day. Every minute and hour,
possessed by a height, a young,  dying flower
which in truth was a game to confuse and deceive him
but he knew, he foretold, and refused to believe in

a whelp made of feathers, claws and two wings.
Meant to defy him, and rip hearts of kings.
But moved onward, further, forgetting her name.
He played his own style. He played his own game.

He moved on...

He had a hand in throwing down the tower.
Each step he took, deprived it of it's power
til at the last he looked back at the sky
and saw a sight his mind could not defy.

For in his huge desire just to escape,
and maybe soon his mind would not be *****,
the blackened sky produced a single light
which held his gaze forever from that night.

That light beheld the shadow on his brow
and brightened up the sky, still up til now.
The God made structure fell, to dust it crumbled.
And he was free, so onward he stumbled.

Time carries on...

Oh Midnight Eve, he longs to see
your dark shod eyes revived.
For in those pools, he is a fool,
a piece of life denied.

He met a God, of light and waste
who tried to snare his bell.
He picked her up and tossed her off
the world and so she fell.

Wanderer returns:

While he travelled he often stopped
for rest. On one such occasion, as
he slept, he was visited by a beast
claiming to be a friend. This beast
gave him wings and power and
disappeared into thin air.

The wings were snares.  The power
was contradictory to true strength
and offered him only chains and
lack of hope.

The sun sets:

Winter has fallen,
yet he must find her, his light
before she moves on.

Always she's two steps.
And no matter how he runs...
he never sees her.

The truth and an end:

He caught her once, peering at him
through a different reality A sphere he
could never perceive.

He clove at that rounded ball,
impossibility chipping his wings,
stripping his power, yet always
she smiled at his efforts, love in
her eyes.

It drove him crazy with desire, to
see sadness within those beautiful
slanted eyes, and with his last bit of
strength he forced his hand into
another world, touching for a second
her beautiful cheek.

Then he was gone... and she was alone
again. She looked at his gravestone,
and with her love, inscribed it with
his own heart...

HERE LIES DISTANT WANDERER
WHO TRAVELLED TIME AND SPACE
TO FIND HIS MIDNIGHT EVE.

What song can contain these words I sing.
What love can express this cause.
I see her stand on platform raised,
watch her bow to an earthly applause.

Of smiling grace, and **** poise
she harbours a golden, shaped heart.
A faithful embrace, love worn on her face,
a humane, work of God's art.

She holds unto me, a starlight you see,
a portion of my own embrace.
She stands there all smiles, a kindness; no guile,
wrapped up in her own skin like lace.

Oh she captures my senses on the borders and fences
of her own little homestead of joy.
And allows me a piece, which I hope will not cease.
And forever be mine to enjoy.

The night fisher


The night fisher waits patiently;
No conversation necessary.
His wife at home with hand on phone,
Is disturbing his peace.


They met as childhood sweethearts
And now they don’t even speak.
She talks, he listens, they get along;
But they haven’t kissed in weeks.


She says she has to dash.
The food is in the oven, the doorbell rings,
There is another call
And the baby needs its ***** changing.


He says goodbye without I love you.
They haven’t spoken in a while.
He can’t recall the last time he meant it;
He turns back to his solitude and raises himself a smile.


It’s peaceful now,
He can relax,
Not worry about who she is with.
He knows one day he will kick the bucket
And someone else will raise the kid;
But he is not thinking about that now.
He came here to forget.
He comes here every chance he can get.
Some claim that he is wed.


A ring upon his finger is only a disguise.
He wears it only for one reason…

To keep away more lies.


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