Just Me And You

Just Me And You

I lift my arms while the wind’s force reckons through, did you sleep while I dreamt away from you?

There isn’t a place so safe while the clouds rage on, do you see me fade till the sun is gone?

And I worry, that there is none, when your tears taste so bitter, the touch of my tongue.

Feel me break away, darkness swoons, petals fall, seeds begin again, the night rages on, do you fear the sun, is the black our tomb, the flower coldly blooms.

It’s not safe while the winds rage on, all these years, where has the time gone?

And you look at me, when there’s something left to breathe, just hold me, it’s a place where dread causally weaves.

It pushes through the clouds, I said it’ll pass, but the clouds cover my eyes, it’ll always last.

I feel it rage on, you know I’m gone.

Is it what you always hold, do I fear that cold?

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My Inefficiencies


Descriptions in my room slowly crawl, a locked door behind a see through wall.

I can feel the air push out against me, a swift scent of karma, truth kisses and lips tease.

Tied around this chemistry of love compounds, does regret always make the same woeful sounds?

And you were here, laid out on a knife, the glass room shows us the reeling sky.

I want a place to hide, a home of untraceable lies, but reality doesn’t like our hopeful goodbyes.

Witness as the roaring winds strangle me, the senses twisted by my inefficiencies.

Let us slip into the mild open seas.

Pondering Sea


Settle in a wave, surrounded by celestial blue and white.

Your fingers edge the spacious sea until the sun sleeps.

The moon whispers lullabies as the waves slowly dream.

Motionless water wraps around your weightless self, a feeling of complete serenity.

Your curious eyes spread to the corners of the world till the edge of the sea is heard.

Your skin smoothed by the crystal sky called blue of light, mirrors trapped under the gentle sea.

Carried far from your home,you are steered towards the land where bees suckle honey dew.

The waves calmly set you on the beach with wind at half mast, leaving you to ponder, am I home at last?

The World 


The world, does it seem like a new beginning?
How man has gone and the birds are no longer singing?
Run, it’s all broken, the ending has become a silver lining.
Like how the water dries in the desserts burning binding.
The stars no longer shine and the moon no longer fades but discloses upon this ending day.
The world, it seems like a new beginning, but humbled in its dew, a roaring ending. 

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Inefficient Subtleties 

Inefficient Subtleties 

You know you make me.

I know you break me.

The character of love isn’t a pawn, no, you will never change, midnight till dawn.

Inefficient subtleties.

A place where you comprise my little needs.

Molding the clay while I wish for sleep, building an undesired bowl it seems to me.

Spill water inside.

Holes and cracks.

Do you see?

No matter where I go, you pryingly always know.
Lessons of a mind, buried deep, confusion, seclusion, animosity at your feet.

Begin again.

Where in your head do you nod at this immorality, my own human right isn’t your emotional practicality.
It wasn’t mean to be.

Bloodied Skies

Bloodied Skies

Bloodied Skies:
We all know what lies beneath our wooden beds, the sun dims as skies turn violent red.

Whisper in my ear, follow child for it’s a task of dread, can’t you see I listen but disobey upon what you said.

Close your eyes.
Follow my quiet sighs.
Is it truth or religious lies?

Don’t close your eyes as we walk on water, this ocean wave listens to the man called King and Father.

But under sea level I stare for the angst delivers, don’t call to me, I am bow, useless without the quiver.

Can you dear man see our skies turn bloodied red?

The walkable sea drowns those who sleep in anxious beds.

I thirst for acceptance as you offer calming peace, the one beneath wishes we all step down, violently cease.

Here me speak upon how you once gave lambs spiritual hope, now their uncertain ideology hangs from where we hung our ropes.

I am but a human.
Men and the bones of Women.
Red skies and changing seas.
Truths or Lies, Love or Sin.
I’ll step on water my dear friend.