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Walls Have Eyes

If my eyes could speak
They would tell the tale
Of the the unshed tears
I sealed in
Just to be strong

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Cherophobia

It escapes in a hiss
Like the steam from a pressure pot
When I sigh it explodes with a pop
My limbs tremble
My joints are locked
I’m too tensed to sit still
I’m too still to move
I’m too ecstatic to rejoice
If fate sees my relief
Might bring me further ill
If I’m not glad
I’ll have no grief
I’m scared of being happy

“…..Like Gold”

I’ve known pain
I’ve known fear chilling than the harmattan air
Pain, fiercer and harsher than the whips of a thousand horsemen

My soul sank deep into the river of pain and fear

I sought refuge in the bosom of the younger dawns
I hid in their embrace and they comforted me
I dreamt of the rebirth of her garden in all its glory
I felt the healing miracle of the morning sun when Eva
bathed in her warmth; and I saw her inhabitants,
came alive with the songs of the birds, and fluttering flowers in the breeze
I’ve known pain;
Nameless, faceless fear

I sunk deep into their depths
And they hurt no more

Nothing Left

Awesome

Nothing left in my heart
Save the pounding
That I cannot drown
In the deep of the night

Nothing left on my lips
Save the humming of the whips
As they collide with my skin
Singing of their stings

Nothing left to remember
Save the stench of the others
Clinging to your skin
As you whirl by

Nothing left in my heart
Save the promise of forever
Victim of still birth
Smothered by treachery

Nothing left on my mind
Save the forgotten songs
Of the ties that bind
Awaiting next ill-fated pair

Nothing left of our love
Save the closed void
Where you once lived
Scarred by voidness

Nothing left of our passion
Save the hollow ache
Of unfulfilled longing
Fading with time

Nothing left in my heart
Save the stillness of the flutters
And the echoes
Of your departing feet

(Thanks to K. O J for the picture)

The Morning-After

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       as daylight ushered in
           the morning-after
              all promises made
           in the heat of the
                     moment
                 now smothered
             by the heat of our
                       passion ~
         we watched helplessly as
            their crumpled fragments
                   ascended in the
                            beam

Unspeakable

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His fragile heart was more than fond of
her comeliness
that his dreamy eyes caught
but that which was in his heart
he could speak not
for this love was not meant to be
such beauty was one desired
by men of great wealth
how would such a gem
spare him more than a passing glance
that would have been more than enough
for his aching heart
he longed everyday
waited for the right time
to bare his heart
and give his love
he waited, untill he could speak no more
without knowing how much
she secretly adored him
and had tenderly treasured the wish
that he would love her too