With an old secret
I sank into her endless eyes
Pondering over laws
That effected such marvel
And leased me to madness
Words were melting in my mouth
She, refraining her turn of phrase
A tear rolled down my cheek
Stirring passion's tongue
A tear rolled down hers
Wielding my soul ablaze
I rejoiced in silence
Lest i betray my confidence
She handled my eyes
Spotting my inference
I could no longer bear
The fruits of my fear
I leaned over and touched
Her sculptured nails tenderly
Freeing my emotion
She smiled coyly
Sealing my devotion.

I'm at war with myself.
My confidence caught in between
a battlefield of destructive choices,
defeating words and deafening voices,
that strike me down constantly.
I'm over taken by armed anxieties,
their vocalities violently shattering
any chance I've had at victory.
My white flag falling at my feet,
as I hear them scream,
"You'll never be good enough!"

“I feel so sad”, she sad.

“Someone’s muzzled happiness and locked her in a basement”, I replied.
“You just need to find her”.

“What if I found her dead?”, she asked.

”Then realise this one thing…
…it took you to be alive,
to distinguish that which is dead”.

The rain is forging cloths from air
For the pregnant ones in the asylum
Children of these stubborn days
Living chattering within mirrors

Life is enigma-colored
Described by dead poets
The hands are following the rain
Heads on a throne in the air

Society of Dead Poets
Boys, fellas, fighters
Hands corroded by acid
Here's your ticket

follow me not
follow me less
and follow me little
oh shadow, oh glue

afraid of sun
or dark
in shades of grey
or spark
you breathe between the two

free to go
free to flow
till swallowed
when day is done with you

It yearns for a melody
Always seeking new and more insight words to express from the heart and mind
Too many tears fall some for the right and others for the wrong reasons
So observing quietly and then listening more attentively than ever before
My Soul reopened

C@rainbowchaser2024