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 Dec 2016 uzzi obinna
Mozalios
Live a life to recognize your true self
Fight this feeling that’s killing you  
Cold and blind in darkness
You knew the light was the key to the truth
The answer inside hidden from yourself
Till you saw with a clear view
Sweetie,
tonight my head is a drum,
but all I want is to close my eyes,
and feel your silken hand softly flow
over my brow,
to quiet the aching,
the slow breaking,
and even in pain,
feel your kiss,
on my forehead,
for slivers of something,
called comfort.
I listen to you breathe,
as you watch me drift to sleep,
and the one thing I know,
is your nearness,
makes me calm,
strong and fearless.
DM 2016
 Dec 2016 uzzi obinna
Colm
Hear my heartbeat now
With ears pressed to humble chest
Ever calling out
Short and sweet
 Dec 2016 uzzi obinna
deprivedkat
..

COFFEE

..

Dear coffee,
Oh so lukewarm and freshly brewed,
Feel free to leave me in a sweetened and satisfying mood.
© December 5, 2016 deprivedkat
In the well of my mind, is a voice.
A voice not entirely my own.
Beckoning me to travel deeper,
Within my own subconscious.

Though, if I listen,
I come to a place wholly unfamiliar.
Seemily outside the bounds
Of my own thought or reason.

And the voice says to me,
"Come now just a little deeper.
You are so close to seeing the truth,
With the scales peeled from your eyes."

Never have I seen
What comes after these words.
I always wake up in a sweat,
As if my body itself wishes to spare me

From some long forsaken iniquity,
That resides only within
The dark recesses of the mind.
If I lose track of the track
play the Beatles,
'Get back'
I'm back on the right track
a dip through the light shack
where I once belonged.

'Lola'
was the King and Queen
sat on turquoise
a harlequin,
chinks in his armour
'Kinks'
in her hair
it's always
'Dead end street'
somewhere.

I lose the plot
quite a lot these days,
the music plays
in stereo
can't get away
nowhere to go
trapped by the ' slow hand'  
in
Clapton's Pond.
I sit here at my favorite place,
On the light brown sand,
And into the vast sea I gaze,
The cool breeze,
Blow between the waves,
In front of me pass by a horse,
A white horse,
A magnificent beast,
As bright as day,
A beautiful sight,
I must say,
As per Greek mythology,
Horses were a gift to human,
From the God of the sea,
Poseidon,
They emerged from the churning waves,
Mighty and brave,
Just like the waves,
I the sight before me,
And feeling inside me,
As the waves curled,
Was the best feeling,
The world!
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