Nostalgia

The London mist
came today to our streets

silent morning appease
soft cast of rain about no notion

stillness quivers with knowing
moist my frame of thoughts in reach

steps in my care free stride
carry weights of nostalgia

my eyes are warm
in tugs and pulls of their baby fists

parts of me
grown solemn troops of tomorrow

treasure remains
timeless priceless heartache

even memories fade
deeply welled it's next coming song

... diamond rings are not really necessary... revoskeepnus ~ 1603
Diamond rings are not really necessary
just wanted to tie the knot of next to kin
could we both be there thick and thin
to you, I am more than the next body
as you have, many life times lived already
hopeless bond, till thy love set us free

Amazing

Time stands still
right now

like your eyes
glide

lips sealed
words unheard

yet
everything said

Set free ...

I took a spear
brought it close behind my ear
with all might I throw it ahead
the image, in the mirror
shattered into pieces
the person in it
was not me
but an illusion
dies in my dreams

I wanted to break free
run from this restriction
from the projections
what I am, what I should be...
how to stand, loved, hated
in those minds I am but a ploy
no more no less a reflection
depends on which way light beams towards my limp
what frame of minds cast over in their glances
who I am changes in their perceptions
the sinister, the noble, the devil, the angel
whatever they wanted to make me
so be it

Still, I am breaking free
away from reflections
of conceptual believes
there is no place to stay
mirrors, people held before themselves
while hide beneath and they peep
at you, they see their own glory or sin
at you, they sabotage or rescue their "me"
it's no place to rest and be

Now, here you are
your eyes blazing at me
seeing through walls of my skin
see me bare... without anything
not my race gender nation or age
you gaze at a soul purely as it is
whether perfect or blemished
kissable or unbearable me
isn't your evaluating scheme
neither wrinkled or flawless
crippled or complete
matters not,
it is me.

standing before you
I illuminate
and finally
I was set
free

What if

There is a thought,
what if

not the regretful kind of remorse
but hopeful longing of a sort
not self amusing fantasising pause
but an assuring sparkle lit kindle

time to depart from distant harbour
where we arrived but stayed too long
how cycle of thought never broke
self adhesive bandage of comfort
without knowing
you've gave it tomorrow

689 times rejuvenated memories in your soul
still, a past never reborn
time to walk
play with the air that lifts
tease with the thoughts that lives

what if
for now,
for tomorrow

Dream_catcher_by_mstargazer

Flying fate

... what coals cannot suffer to hold until day ... ~ Luri ~ 734


What coals cannot suffer to hold until day
remembering the sun rose, month of May
she wed to a Gypsy blooded guitar man
in her friends unhearable sorrow
without her mother's consent
stride her heart unchangeable
to flying fate of tomorrow
a destiny asunder by love

A walk in Sand and snow

Shore sight today
turbulence of snow storm
purifying cuts freeze into the bones
like time, has no mercy on some souls
bitterly they gnaw in hearts devoured
foot anchored in self hate then spin on loath
blood is sought by the waving swords

you thought we'd learn ..
but not so except showcases
deeds to please our own ego
no mercy is the undertone
must have been so torn
she is no longer soft
in crude rusted wit
nothing amuses
her faceless glare
in such fierce grimace
not a sight to behold
shattered mind
set out in splinters ,
to whoever's keep
of it's context in sight
a split second too long ...
I've seen one too many
loneliness and pain
the core of such work
teacher of hostility
shock you to wake, only,
to sleepless nightmare
ask of your biding

no one has the cure
God cannot help those
whom think not
the need to help themselves

Life abides
in one leap, of choices
joy or sorrow, evermore
entirely one's own course

I wondered how a warm smile
molds in sand and snow
on those passing souls
when waves are sharp in call
Hell, what deserves grief?
...
I don't want to know!

Balance

Our seeks and reliances
must bear upon one's alter
as no hollow request
ever filled otherwise

in our taking, fearing
unloving attempts of gain
hatred, lost... raised among
unreciprocated means

we relentlessly aim
to love by inflict
deepest dearth,
between one another

but nothing found
in opening to droughts
of a white landed earth
allude to dismay, ponder;

who strayed but oneself?

wisdom and knowledge
each side of a scale
love at base
fine balance attunes