Once, I was untamed,
before I met you
a free spirit soaring,
despite feeling blue
How I long for the old me,
that charmer, that fox,
the one so carefree.
I lick up the savory taste of my tears,
in their vigil,they camouflage my fears
and for awhile they leave me numb
until I fall asleep, hurt and undone.
And in the early morn, I shake off their residue and slowly
start to begin anew.
I laugh till I hysterically weep
Tears secrete on emotions' demand
Clear ****** sap surfacing
from the deep
And I laugh and cry and
How can I tell when
I've had enough?
Should I slam doors
And stay silent and pout?
Could I? Dare I? Would it work?
Here I go again all
attitude and quirks.
Hey you, it's me!
Your skin, your pores
Your cells, your core
The all and everything
You slowly swallow in
The art in which you digest
strong words and their mess
with a shake of your head
a coy smile on your lips
A smirk that you thread
From your eyes to your fingertips.
Good on you, you've learned
a thing or two!
What makes you happy?
A very loaded question, indeed.
I think feeling loved and
and knowing should my heart withdraw
you will still be there
You feel scared, raw and naked
have faith for someone will drape you
in rich brilliant threads of oceans' blue weaved for a lost soul just like you!
I tried to paint a picture
Overmixed instead of oversimplify
Now the colours resemble mud
Something I hope my eye will defy
The illumination of a snowflake
cut precisely from clear ice
Attracting other partners
they freeze together and
tumble through the sky...
A trodden path through a flush
yet wilting forest
Its ground so often stampered.
The trees hover over our footsteps
leaving their leaves scattered...
I feel small and inconsequential
as I tread over their exposed roots,
their screams, I can only fathom
as we assault them with our boots.
Enclosed by a tunnel of branches
A slow breeze sets leaves free
Like feathers that sway and dance
I let go of the hold you've had on me.
Hey, got any love and respect on you?"
"...plenty, even mixed with passion
if you fancy something new?"
He said, "I trust thee"
and in a lost breath,
he captured me.
I lingered in his palm far too long
and fell tightly asleep
in his warmth and need.
Awakened, feeling groggy
and slightly inept,
for I savoured our oneness,
his tears and ultimately
I'll walk then run,
To follow that light
I'll savour every step,
The upheavals, I'll fight
to find serenity,
I traffic too much in feelings
I peddle love to fill my doubts
Bags of passion sold to zealots
in crowded bars and pubs.
And then one night you appeared
a smile, a flash of an instant flirt
A pull so magnetic and alluring
I had to follow, to convert...
Twenty five years later, here we are...
and I still remember that night in
that very crowded bar...
Don't come too close
Don't lean in
For we might kiss
and the Ride will begin
I'm scared of heights
Prefer being grounded
For I'll lose my grip
Get hurt and wounded
Then you'll stop the Ride
Abruptly, I'm certain
I'll walk away alone
Because I love you too much
to be a burden
They lay, silent on the ground
awaiting your footsteps
to kick them around.
Those autumn leaves,
their rich colours abound.
Pulse quickens, your palms sweat
city lights mesmerize you
lead you to the path of regrets
where broken hearts welcome you
Love-junkies looking for their fix
Hoping you'll be the one
who'll carry the potion to their lips.
I built my nest upon a hill
to gase at the striking view,
a spectrum of vibrant colours,
the seasons of my life renewed.
Age-defying remedies fill up
every nook of her shelves
with her vanity
and her excessive admiration
And now as she remembers clearly, transfixed in the mirror of time
She realizes she is still a model
of a very old paradigm.
"Shhh...walk on, babe..."
"Where to? Ain't got no home"
"Can't help you there babe
Mine's been hit by a storm
of lies, mistrust and doubt
It'll take an eternity to sort it out"
"Can I really trust you?"
" You'll figure it out"
"Yes, but dissecting you
leaves me raw
and feeling distraught".
"What's renewable energy?"
LOVE, my dear...
Where I came from people gather around
A table, decorated with a cornucopia
Of harvest's fruits and gifts
And here I sit so far away,
wishing I was homebound
to enjoy this special
...Happy Thanksgiving Canada...
I was once so very important to you
Now, I keep asking myself what did I do
to have you search and find a newer one
and leave me, alone, completely undone
My vacancy sign flashes in the night,
but love just drive on by...
And I wonder how I'll survive
in this empty room, my heart
A little dot or comma here,
a stroke of pen often there
a dainty rhyme starts to appear
suddenly, out of nowhere
I used to cut my hair
for a new beginning, a newer look
to redesign the cover of this
simply- written opened book.
It seems necessity now cuts my hair,
leaving strands dull, blunt, no flair
a synonym of sorts,
sticking out here and there.
Look into my eyes,
what do you see?
Is it a baffled soul
There are so many things
I need to say
but the right words,
aren't coming my way
Words are like weapons
They harm and damage
the fibers of love once had
leaving rags of passion once woven
into bundles threadbare and broken.
But hope is eminent, as it was in the past
when heaps of boundless love finally amass
to show that kindness is really all we have
to guide us through to the very last.
Mean what you say
say what you mean
don't let your words
stumble and fall
Truth be told,
I am far too bold
to be anything but
silent and yielding,
I struggle with my intent
to be the right person
but my words are too abrupt
Can we ever feel full?
Full of like, full of lust
Full of love, full of trust
Full of flirting, full of ***
Full of sorrow, full of drink
Full of stories, full of lies
Full of hello and ultimate goodbies
This albatross around my neck
Swings me between desire
For this longing to be your everything
confuses me with a daunting reality
that I'm too distant and far removed
to be anything of real importance to you
and in the upcoming end...I'll have to find a beautiful replacement
I feel torn, down the middle like,
one half lives here in solitude,
the other is driving on the turnpike
heading home to those who
know me the best
as I indulge in their
while awaiting a little
If only the "If Onlies"
were actual Maybes
Then my current one-and-only
Would become my bonafide lately
I thought today,
I'd cut my hair.
Clip a bit of
Young, and grey
is quite rare,
it reveals a
touch of decay
Sometimes the best way to say something
May be to say absolutely
Stay ***** even when you're crumbling
Stay in tact even when they distort
that you are still strong
even when you admit
Clenched fist holds my heart
to keep it from bleeding
unto the dirt that bares all roots
of a forgotten Earth, once bursting
With the gift of vibrant fruits.
A tree amidst a forest
a forest amidst the
Darkness surrounds her,
the moon lends her a bright
But a shadow looms engulfs the
it quivers , screams in its hushed delight
Devouring her soul, in disquieting grief
The robber of love, the sinner, the thief
Life moves you along, its destination unknown
In melodies of songs, draped in liquid tone
Some harsh, some soft, some mere whispers
To taunt you to doodle, create your own figure
Which will make you unique, one of a kind
In a world, thirsty for leaders, and
What will I find beyond this gate?
Once opened, can I catch enough love to seal my fate?
Could the water fill up my empty heart
and lead me straight to the part
where I say
Recovered, head down,
Legs still won't walk her home.
Skin wet and heart drenched
listen to words and candid tone
and accepts her returning reverie
with a sip of the bottle of bravery
Yes, it was an awkward time
Rage and Age,
do they align on the same page?
If you travel outside of your boundaries
there is magnificent place called World
Some corners are show-offs
While others are quite preserved
with its obscure beauty
making lasting memories
What would happen if I walked in?
Would you welcome me the way I've been,
throughout the times, a fickle believer
full of suspicions but still I linger
awaiting, full of hope...