There will certainly be A great many of them Far readier than I’ll ever be O blessed unborn one Yet endowed with inexistence To whom mercy shall slip from And re-emerge in its awakening Beings past or below my shrinking age A great many among them Whom I once did or shan’t collide Beyond the captured scope of mutual days To relate to you what high events Unrolled before our common eyes Folks granted with the privilege Promoted to the status of witnesses Historians, athletes and prophets By themselves and their narratives I let them unroll their good accounts Forfeit their tales of what must be bound To mould your unsuspecting Circumspect mind and Save you from sensing Delicately sensing Voices that once knew more Than in haste speak Than with haste carry Daringly could the silence hear Untangle the mumbling tango Of the vociferous crystal parade My darling unborn one The tortuous path out of the forgings Of reason almighty, the ventricular beast Played and echoed in loops and on repeat No, you shan’t feast on their hymns Yours is meant for the engineering of belief In something further, of glory, Far more, furthermore, Something extraordinary Than the days of days And the knowns of knowns And to lodge firmly out of the stillness That’s woven in the heart of your chanting storm And in the precipice of the forecast May you never come to designate But the space between the notes So that when it comes not to ever pass We shall rejoice in the untold absence That binds us as if pierced by an arrow While we ask about the bow
Things are not going in the right direction, nowadays I wake up and begin to think a lot of things and end the day with the same thoughts I'm going through various phases these days that I don't know how to explain And I don't want to express them either... Happiness has been something that I can clearly see but can't feel I see people laughing and cheering around me, but that seems so artificial...
Now I abstain from being a part of those social groups Where the use of the “F” word makes you cool and gives you a certificate for your confidence But I don't blame them, Perhaps it's me only who lacks something Something that makes me feel alienated in the crowd Every day I feel like a glass broken by several strokes of a hammer But I collect myself again... just to witness the pain of those invisible scars...
Writing gives me peace of mind, but these days I avoid writing down the things Not because I'm lacking inspiration or something, but I'm afraid Afraid of the same words that used to heal me before but now haunt my peanut brain every now and then The words I used to put life in are now attempting to shape my entire life... I'm feeling like that caged bird who can't fly even after being freed Because she's got the false notion that she has no wings, perhaps the same notion I'm getting too.
I have to express a lot of things... might share them in the next part! Anyway, I'm back here again... will try to interact more often now.
you removed her memories can never know that as a child she was a **** star the men on the street mocked that **** star child telling innocent she was depraved and wild they smiled and winked the stink they smelt inked in print had 10,000 men legions of them
weapons loaded guns locked on petite feet
on holey shoes with elastic worn socks slide down pull up repeat
From black robes to white with hoods, from a red cross to the one burning yellow; your misdeeds are upon you. The executioner’s axe is ready at hand. You must bow. You must confess. Atonement will be made and the demons released. This is how we move through. There is no more acquittal. We are here to take back what was taken. We are chosen for our sensitivity and compassion and tender love for all God’s creation. We see us in them. We see all in everything. This is the way. We are moving forward. The old ways are dead. Yes, we are here.
Surer knowledge by cross examination of witnesses than belief in imaginations Will more certainty than mindless chance Shakespeare was a man rather than monkeys and Eve than washed up fishes learning to walk