Lose Yourself...

The darkness falls, the silent moon aglow;

dark shadows of doubt, in every corner they grow.

Exposed, cold, naked and bare…

Sinking deep in the quicksand of despair.

Unendingly struggling, pushed this way and that…

A helpless pawn, recurrently pulled to and fro…

I am no stranger to your pain;

for your aching soul,

like my very own, I know.

I see the tears that you so restrain;

look into my eyes, and

let your tears flow.

I have feared what you dread the most;

take my hand in yours, and

let your fears go.

Stand with me upon this edge of insanity…

The dark valley below, beckoning with such vanity...

Through your very core, let my words flow:

“LOSE YOURSELF, BE SET FREE, LET YOURSELF GO!!!”

Photo courtesy of  ArtPics - Alper Cukur

Let the dreamer dream!

Take me far…

Far from these judging eyes;

and let me be.

No longer a sinner among sinners;

set me free…

A supplication,

wrapped neatly in a silent scream

echoes from the chasm of wakefulness;

“Let the dreamer dream”!!!...

Kiss

Her scent, I devoured and consumed with lust

As the touch of her hand, ran through me with an implausible thrust

To my innermost instincts, I surrenderd and caved

For the taste of her mouth, all night, I had craved

In her warm eyes, I saw my own reflection

As I held her close with such fervor and conviction

I my arms at last, every kiss, I prolonged and belabored

I tasted her mouth, and every kiss, I relished and savored

Sweet melody I heard as she called my name

The wild beast in me, in her embrace, now tame…

The Glass Castle!

From every angle the brilliant light reflects

Mesmerized by the glamor, the hidden truth, the eye neglects

Built high above to reach the skies

This glass castle, is but a façade, a disguise

Intruding light, broken into prisms by crystal walls

Punishingly cold, with empty rooms and empty halls

Locked inside by her own will

Is the woman sitting by the windowsill

Chosen to be its crowned queen

She was but a girl, her years, only seventeen

Decades have passed, the wine has aged

She wanders the halls, her heart is caged

Still a dreamer, concealing her scars

She stares above, and counts the stars

Filled with regret, fright and rage

No longer willing to play center stage

Her mind races, her heart beating fast

Wishing for her to break this golden cast

She longs to be free, free at last

Soring the skies blue and vast!!!...