FRAUGHTS OF US...

Father of our children,
I come with a complaint from my sacred books
For their security and paths that they protect
Walls that only them can read from
A claim,a thought and a wish
Fuck this goddamn list of a dark angel
An angel whose paths you've slashed grass off
I'm part of your rib..open for my rivers to flow
The water you've fetched from my wells is only mud left
Tasks and talents that went to waste
Like a woman living on borrowed time
Gasping for the last breaths of her life
Breaths that moments you created took away...
Open your pages..letters and phrases of your petitions
I'm listening....

Part of my ribs,
Its tough walking through your so-called paths
Full of thorns and dark roses
Passing my fingers to literally read between hidden lines
Damn you woman!!
I labor on...I hate...
The circles you make me run the round only for o meet a campsite of the our endless 'loaded phrases'
You've built me so many times only for you to break me in seconds
Do the moons and stars even know my face?
The tongues and riddles you speak...Damn!!
Here you go again
One little thing,a tiny pleasure
And you run away as a scorned antelope
You sunk in tradition as if I would take back my ribs
Fatigue's part of my being...you talk and talk
Without showing me where to kiss to enhance your time on earth
Don't I seek to make you happy
And don't you posses faith,woman??

Man,
Ever realized that my sacred books are most open to you?
That invisible keyhole that only you has the key?
I let you caress the pages to the cover
I took you to the moons and turned you to stars
Stars that I got married to
We swung on each orbit and felt the wind's oxygen
My Significant Other
Now you see...
To hell and back...
I pity the solitary streets we walked on
Pieces of us shattered on the sidewalk
I could pick them to admire our other side...
Yes...You called me
Woman is listening....speak Man... Speak!!
Hear screams from my inner self...
Calls from my inner cry..
The beats of this heart and the thoughts of this brain....are venom...

I shall worship you today, tomorrow or any day
Woman, my heart aches for your touch
Do I have to cry out for you
Aren't those tiny moments enough to let you seek my hand?
Woman, are you listening to me?

Yes..I have listened..heard and taken it all in
I will let you feel my love....touch that only us can feel
Fires that only us would put out

I love you Man
I love you Woman

PLEDGE TO MY STARS

PLEDGE TO MY STARS
I will find you
You will find me
Through the written pages that define these paths
I never got to crush the walls in which my sacred books are buried
I was to....with that single key that opens the walls apart without sign of a key hole
I repeat this mantra 'when the morning breaks us.....never forget my name'
Burdens of the embraced spirits...And a prayer to meet merciful ghosts too will ring out prayer bells full of sacrifice.

These are the corridors of our souls
Calling to the hidden chambers that can only be open by the word 'pen'
Let me see the light behind our eyes...
Teach me the rhythm of your blood
Secrets that the bodies separated from souls we crave to discover.

I have evolved in nights of sorrow
Mended by the tiny speck of a hidden feeling,
On those tiny paths the wind made for us
Where leaves dance upon the entrance of our feet
Pictures frame our desires
In names conjured from the remotest zones of our hearts
Ah, the weight of ghosts ransack our minds
But the pen, holds us in this dancefloor
A fountain of ink that grew in timid smiles,
A nib of reciprocation
And I've wanted to write our feeling in these
Forgotten memoirs of scrolls that hold our breath.
We wind up in flowers picked from cold gardens
Thriving against storms in the rhyme of our eyes
My dear, I want to go beyond the aspect of life
I am tangled ... Only immensly and deeply antagonized by the absence of you.
Hold my hand... For
Everything is different... How easily it is to cry but hard to laugh..
But I am held in want of thy smile..
A smile that emerges when the pen dances.
We shall break the tides to quench our thirst..
Only then shall we mingle in our eyes.

We find ourselves in the blush of the sea
When we scoop the lost letters
The ones that formed the moon's brilliance
Written on walls that resembled satin pages
We brushed to reveal the child of the moon
I relish at mantras we made in hymns
Only sang in the choir of our souls.
Help me find the silence in the raving waters of uncertainity
Help me write the love that blooms inside us
Help me finish this ache that has me sighing
Help me love you endlessly and in all passion untamed
Help me hold this pen and let it write of us
Help me serenade the moon
If only these will shine our lives
If only to remind us that challenges will ferment our lives
Help me shout atop hills that it's us against the world
If that is the only way...we shall follow..
Let us learn to find the voices of our souls..
We couldn't stay from each other
And that is how love acquires its language.