L onliness
O bsessed
V ulnerable
E verlasting
I looked at you and I couldn't take my eyes off.
I felt something within me that I couldn't turn off.
Beware, be careful, the mind warned to not to bring in the emotion.
But the heart kept on moving to imbibe the love potion.
I don't know much how to label the things I feel.
But I looked at you and my heart started to make with me a deal.
It throbed with fear as it has always been gnawed away with loneliness.
Then You touched it and made me give you my onliness.
A wishing heart to be touched by you again.
Missing you, embracing you without any pain.
When I chance to meet the lifeless streets
The darkness brightens my individuality,
With the weeping breeze that passes over
The onliness ceases my verity.
I come to know myself as a shipwrecked survivor
The illusionism forebodes my ingenuity,
Being with the eluded moonlit that hide behind
The secrecy revives my divinity.
Thence I ensure the crowd in the celestial sky
The brightness condemns my dignity,
With the drifting clouds pouring out
The anomy confines my integrity.
I see myself as a blamed mortal
The paradisal itinerary fated my sole entity,
Being with the pursuit of quiescence
The holy trinity pursued my purity.
Now when I chance to meet the crowded street
The resurgence evinced my immortality,
Being with the gracing rays of the day
The nascence bestowed my inhumanity.
Thence I ensure the lifeless streets in tartarean land
The grievance demoed my tolerability,
Being with the inherent demesne
The eternity unveiled my anxiety.
B orn Elinore Harris
I influenced all of jazz
L ies unknown to you were told
L ove of music, your soul
I ncarcerated so young, for nothing…a bully
E veryone adores your- Lady Sings the Blues
H e manipulated you
O h so many nights you shone
L onliness found you
I n clubs, unaware
D evestation to you, beware
A sad story in the end
Y ou died as Queen of the scene, but not in your own eyes
A. Green
Dedication to Billie Holiday
April 7, 1915 – July 17, 1959
Oh Lord
Bathe me by your purity
The day break solemnity
Allow me to embrace by my soul
Lost by the life lived so brutality
Condone my sin, and
Allow me to live with ethereality.
Oh Lord
Mesh me by your allegiance
The day break innocence
Allow me to bow down by my mettle
Veiled by the mortals so boisterous
Forgive my errs, and
Allow me to breathe gratuitous.
Oh Lord
Bosom me by your lordliness
The day break placidness
Allow me to close my eyes by my idolatry
Bygone by the traits so savageness
Relieve my ail, and
Allow me to die onliness.
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