You gape at my inefficacy to trust
When day by day the people I meet
Blanch in and out.
A world in metamorphosis
Precariously unstable for my already wavering state of mind…
They don’t understand me. What am I to do?
Conform to their ways, or stand stubbornly by what I believe is right?
Time is of the essence; I’ve learned my lessons so late.
Is there time to be saved?
It’s not easy to disengage myself,
Permitting time to slice us apart with its cold finger
Metallic and jagged-nailed.
It’s somewhat like a death wish
Never once having emerged victorious over despondency:
Leastways not without my fingers, small but sturdy,
Wrapped tightly around the thumb of a hero.
Kiss me.
Kiss me with a breath of your guidance
As an imprint of life passion upon my face,
Lest my fervency is drained at your absence.
Instill in me your sincerity, your vigor.
I yearn for a private moment of intimate confidentiality:
Outside world aside, societal pressures don’t apply.
Open door to the heart’s aching Chamber of Truth
Suppressed under the critical eye of a stranger-world,
And unlocked merely by your empathetic broad-mindedness,
Clarity of wit. Acuity.
My mentor
You have understood me so well.
I yearn for a chance
To be kissed
By a breath
Of eternal compassion
So that I don’t
Lose myself Again
As time
Takes me from you.
Its impossible for you to comprehend
My dependency on this music.
It’s like the blood running through my veins,
If you take it away, I fall woozy
On the ground, hazy-eyed
Trying to understand this life of mine
I start shaking in spasms of unexpressed passion
I am sick.
I am sick of this emptiness and music is
The only release I get
It’s the blood in me, the air I breathe
And I’ve been deprived, put up with this so long
My faith is gone
I’ve been wondering how I went wrong
Until I see that my life, my passion
Has been torn and ripped away in a disrespectful fashion
I did not expect this, no, but I’ve been receptive
No longer will I bend down to your power
No longer will I sacrifice myself and my love
For you
No longer will I victimize my life to your honor
I, I am stronger
And I won’t let you feed off my blood
Any longer.
I woke up in the morning today -
fresh and armed with strength
A day of chaos ahead, I can take.
I’ve got the callous hands and tough skin,
With scars that give me a power
You could never understand.
I woke up with an enthusiasm -
Not fueled by pressures
And cold threats and heartless aggression.
The fuel is something quite new
And utterly foreign to you!
Introducing the latest natural resource
For endless inspiration.
Its not encased in iron bars
And is not tied in rusted chains
Nor does it rest on a bed of thorns.
No, torture is not the method of manipulation
With this brand new source of motivation.
It requires no poison injections or hurtful medications
No violence, penalties, punishment, or degradation -
Its pain-free!
It goes by many names - encapsulates many things -
But the origin of each is the same.
Happiness, generosity, security, compassion, kindness;
Courage, respect, faith, fidelity;
Forgiveness. Sincerity.
Humility. Sympathy.
And a thousand other terms
Outlining this spectacle of divine inspiration.
Love.
Put down your bows and arrows
And bloody weapons of destruction.
Choke down your harsh words
and calm your searing stares.
A new age of giving has arrived,
Where generosity stems not out of fear
But out of love.
Calling out to the world:
Do you read me?
tired of broken promises and empty words
i’ve heard them upon their melody of meaningless babble
in frequent utterances of beings unaware
and i grow weary of their sound
jaded by the expectations they formulate
and then systematically forget to fill.
