feelings falling off,
like flakes,
off,
moulting skin,
shedding
detritus:
moments past.
and now,
they ask,
as to why,
trepidation accompanies hope, always.
simple:
mirth,
vanishes,
flees,
as do I,
the perennial overnighter.
🙂
automatons.
bathed in spicy-cinnamon springs,
flying on cotton-candyfloss wings,
kissing darkest-chocolate lips lush,
all else we gleefully airbrush,
yet we feel not a thing,
numb,
dare i say it,
dumb,
and still,
are we not beings,
of flesh and of bone,
or have we mechanised this too,
merchandising, through and true,
cold, deadened,
numbed & dumbed,
akin to a lump of jagged stone.
wake me up when we have left,
all the festering detritus of strained emotions,
lost,
buried down alleyways of hateful forgiveness.
nudge me when we are at peace,
within altleast,
if not without,
or else,
allow me slumber,
sinking into the arms of embracing night,
offering me alms,
cajoling, insistent,
far too tempting,
wickedly alluring,
and,
so,
i am awake.
?
splintered wings,
kicking dust,
seeking release,
bound, humans,
bereft of feeling,
while,
caged souls,
bereft of hope,
wills strangled,
spirits mangled,
wane,
wither,
away …
… all for a few laughs,
perhaps,
a couple of giggles,
some people amused,
fleeting,
this interest,
novelty,
but for the caged ones,
whose open skies lie broken, tattered,
caged souls,
hearts,
wills,
resolve,
now brittle,
having felt the stab,
of dreams dashed,
hopes shattered.
a quasi-philosophical scribble …
whispers echo,
stumbling, crawling,
caught in sandstorms,
trudging across deserts,
strewn with famished hearts,
staying afloat,
somehow,
ceaselessly bashed by merciless tides,
gasping for breath,
deep in oceans of misplaced tears,
ever wary of tomorrow,
as another dawn nears,
carrying the scars,
scabs still unhealed,
raw,
souls battered,
sliced by the elements,
fate, destiny,
while,
free smiles are caged,
remaining shackled,
mangled,
through myriad threads,
hopelessly entangled,
here, now, today,
drowning out the whispers of hope,
love reigned in,
back to now,
away from placid streams,
far from sunsoaked dreams,
to awake back here,
without you by my side,
as years shamble on,
exhausting my weary eyes,
dripping blood,
shedding tears,
with nowhere,
nowhere at all,
left to hide.
couldn’t we just escape,
for an hour or two,
lost in the depths,
of each others eyes,
free at last,
to touch peace,
serenity finally,
on the canvas,
of dreamscapey skies.
struck by supermoon beams,
my nights devoid of lifes nectar, of hope, and of dreams,
are at once, suddenly, emblazoned, painted,
awash in the hues of your smile,
sketched, engraved,
carved in the rainbow shades of your thoughts,
your eyes, free,
unfettered, unshackled,
shedding the burdensome weight of lies,
knowing well how merciless,
fickle,
time flies.,
so allow me to drown,
in the ocean of your eyes,
we’ll fly together,
away from it all,
forever skipping monnbeams
all across,
your dreamy skies.
the warmth of your breath,
scorches my skin,
scalding me,
tattooed,
alongside the walls of my rambling heart,
beneath the many hued veils,
embalming aches that jab,
prod,
incessantly assail,
yet still,
’tis you,
yet still,
’tis your being,
that,
always,
&
evermore,
shall prevail.
seeing you,
a sliver of a glimpse,
wrapping my day in marshmallow warmth.
seeing you,
reignited desire buried deep.
cocooned in my dreams
so close, yet so far,
perennially waking,
to feel
scorched by a blazing furnace,
inflamed by,
your ravenous fire …
before the deluge,
greying clouds congregate,
rumble,
&
roll,
casual,
merciless,
oblivious,
self assuredly sure,
sprinkling hope,
willing,
&
able,
to endure,
though besieged by the torrents of fate,
assaulted as time idly shambles past,
skewering the memories,
once betrayed,
destined eternally to last,
while drowning,
sinking,
going under,
diving deep beneath,
the tides of mishmashed grumbles,
lost in a numbed haze,
of unfinished mumbles,
all promising cascades,
of,
dazzling hues,
amidst strawberry shades,
while wills crumble,
&
resolve fades.
aren’t we all
at times
fragmented
broken
hypocritical
deliriously happy
mean
generous
pained
lost
hopeful
alive
numb
lonely
alone.
at times?
right. of course.
naturally . indeedy-doo.
well, your timing always was, intolerable’
✌🌻
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