Be it a spell
Be it my fate
Be it my train to hell
A date with death's a date
Yes I've heard the foreboding bell
The book yet a sad tale will tell
Death's inferior an angel to Loneliness
And tis fatal when Death's your physicianess
The child archer cherubim, your assassin
I'm helpless, powerless 'gainst this sin
Again I survived a kiss of dragon from her
Yet somehow she'll earn my trust on a platter
And every time on her bed of roses
She brings water out of rock like Moses
O! I am so confused
My wits they're all defused
My heart says let her in
And my head says no no no
Against my oat it's a sin
Yet somehow I will let go
She kills the savageness in me
And put me to sleep like a baby
I see them when I fall slumbering to her magic
Those blank scornish slavey days of mine
When I'd ask the blind familiar stranger
How could hearts how could love be this
Yet when she's near me I can't get my heartbeat static
This love is far sweeter than fine wine
In my mouth so sweet though I know 'tis vinegar
Somehow she makes it sweet in a kiss
An eternal rainbow in the sky
Blue as the pain in those tiger eyes
Green as the fields of yesterday
Luscious, sparkling fruit in winter ray
Grey hides both black and white
A butterfly, a symphony that sounds alright
Indigo a harbinger of storms
That over the sky in savageness roams
Orange a dancer, sultry and sweet
Wearing anklets of stars on delicate feet
Red the crimson blood in my heart
Those flowers and apples in some cart
Violet a fragile lilac bloom
The brilliant plume, the hidden perfume
Yellow the sweet juice from the mango
A million lamps lit in a row
An eternal rainbow in the sky
Free my soul and let it fly
26/9/12
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.
In my memories he is a boy,
a wonder without pretense,
without fear or doubt.
He foolishly laughed,
painless jubilation infecting every muscle.
And how he spoke –
the drawling, rhythmic swagger
between drooling letters.
Without a care for the world
he swept the room with lazy eye,
leg forever perched and frantically twitching.
Without the strut and apathy,
the intensity and rebellion,
the feigned savageness and feverish nonchalance,
he is barely recognizable in rare reflection.
I wonder if he misses him,
his abandoned alter ego,
because the chasm between them
deepens with each stifled heartbeat.
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