Leaking Pen

Opening Fourth street and the divide meet Near the stream where it's waters Impede Five metres walk from the wooden bridge A little further away from the deserted car park Underneath the third tree with the broken bench ! De ja vu Green leaves fell beneath my brown moccasins Sounds of an unending symphony caste in And it feels like I've been here before Over and over again Epiphany Sanguine sigh! Sense a wise fill beyond these greens To rise through the times with pulse calmly, And glide through the devil softly Strange talk Working on a feeling Binging on poetry Drowning the sea Persuading illusions Eluding obsessions Disjointed phrases and melodramas Clenched in a monologue Love story Welcome back home There's food in the kitchen Happenstances Lost in admiration From close encounters In a rhyme connected to a poem Stealing glances In between time and after time Let love be ... Pinky swears Life of leisure Paintings and Figures Sleeping on a rainy morning Becoming a muse A burst of laughter Delighted and witty ;Inherently amused Feels like yesterday Old convos and forgotten faces Paper planes and Origami cranes Kites with no tails Leave farewell shadows on the ground life's simple pleasures Stunning sunset Popping a bubble wrap Game with a queen Dimples and dark chocolates Petrichor and sweet fragrances Unusual beauty Long walk underneath the vast acrylic skies. Anyway you look at it Modesty is attractive Perfection is overrated Darkness matters Love divine will make us Oblivion is a safe heaven , Inclined amidst a chaotic despondency . You name it A song for the lonely A frenetic cadence of loathe and harmony; A harmony reeling the melancholy An unchained prolix of blatant facts An anthology of beautiful fiction So Can you count the emotions Can you read the in between the lines And solemnly draw your conclusion Can you hear the echoes fringe From the virtual spaces between Again There's no need for a refrain You do your crying in the rain Surged by sudden sullen pain Hope You were them under your sleeves With all the melancholy and the peeve But amber and somber will never leave And upon your self will it forever heave Water on my head Balancing ambition with conscience Under a cross;eluding the sickle moon Interlaced with fragile chastity And all the finest things connected to heredity Either way Choked on an aroma In my big brother's kitchen No need for endless debate Promise Unicorns and Afro minions Serenity, endless looming serenity Anchored behind cloud nine Back to motive Matters of the heart Silence and heartbeats Permit my voice to sing it riddles Look Virtual spaces Seemed a blessed hope Of pretty things That feels like yesterday In a life of leisure, and rare happenstances Odd soul Held a cactus flower Buoyed of a certain showing Epiphanies and deja vus Tinkling an opening farewell Evening walk By the road where the divide meet Over bridge where the waters recede It's 12pm and am certain Destiny still awaits me to fulfill my heavy fate.