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Search me, oh my spirit

at the riptide on my blue veins.

I am at the end of the line

in the deep ocean I lay.

I let the undercurrent shake

my foundations of faith

moored and hidden

a wreckage-

 

beneath the sea weeds

and coral cloisters

beached with visions.

Murkier as mud clouds,

adrift in liquid abyss

disturbed my soul. I

 

an abandoned cast-away.

The once mighty crusader

sailed the troubled waters

has now dropped the anchors.

 

Weighed down, crashed,

beaten and ravaged.

I had forgotten the buoy

afloat in its hope. Angel

caught in the maelstrom

shroud in its mystery

just like a prayer.

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Another death comes typical

like the ones before. 

 

It’s the last nail on the trading post.

Faded signs becoming too obvious now.

The weeds have grown unkempt. Abandoned,

when a familiar shadow is missing.

No one travels from here.

 

It’s okay to catch some empty promises.

Like empty quarters and the city streets

that once filled with lucid sojournings

of midnight vultures needing some spaces

to spare in the magic hours.

 

Reality is harsh and it will whip you to bleed.

It’s unforgiving by the minute

the sparks have died down from the remnants

of a dying star. Tethered and servile

to the gravity of its shepherd moons.

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At the phone, I stare

waiting for signals

burning like fireflies,

embers and ashes

through the wire.

Fall into thoughts

less words.

 

The longest night

of killing the hours.

Pushing freewill.

Catching Morse codes-

to smoke or not

to smoke puff floats

in luminescent air.

 

You win again.

When the cable lines

gather raindrops

hanging low, dazed.

And confused as if

glimmering like tears

I, since the morning,

broken at a distance.

 

Like other nights

betting on a chance,

my silence is born.

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I look at the numbers wishing and hoping

the sun will eclipse now, anytime soon

to kill boredom and dread afflicting souls

shoving imaginary hands of tyranny

strangling the life in humans.

 

I see squares in blank paper,

in blank screens contained in a box

with four corners I can’t retreat nor surrender

to the establishment who pays the rent.

Whose only consolation is a shape on the wall-

 

you call window with a view of the outside,

leaves from trees hissing and teasing

about the monotony of the lines.

Too much lines I followed and treaded

on a high wire. In surreal silence

 

like years and ages etched into my face.

It filled the pillow of dreams each night

I imagined that I won’t bow down

to that desk anymore. Slaved to wait

the longest minutes I run until it’s time to go.

 

I dreamt that there’ll be no more squares

but orbs and circles beyond the hours.

No more visions of clocks slowing seconds

and inner screams burning out at its grip.

Only time, a ticking bomb for a meltdown.

 

10 hours

as if they own me.

Dead line.

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You are once a stranger

and I trusted no one, until

you intrude my world.

And I regret letting you in.

 

I allow you to change some

of my usual routines, I thought

there’s a universe unknown

to me, a seemingly cold sphere.

 

I disentangled my defences.

You decoded a mystery.

Castles of steel foddered

by wordsmiths of belief.

 

My mind’s a map while you roam

outside, driving its secret streets

chasing phantasm and it throbs

like sleepless butterfly.

 

And jealousy just hits me.

You are a beautiful dream

I should’ve let escape my grasp-

a curse clasped with my hands.

 

You can share a meal.

You can share a bed.

You can let somebody else

touch you in eleven minutes.

 

You can be part of the city

in its thrilling rendezvous

with strangers becoming

your friends and soon, lovers.

 

I need to understand why

I should not restrain your eyes

from seeing another beauty

when everything starts-

 

And everything ends.

To know it when nothing’s

supposed to end a choice

to be free pursuing happiness.

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I do not know

if modesty reciprocates economy,

if morality stands a chance,

let me think now.

 

The shape of your dress

suggests

the promise of contours

of valleys and hills,

rolled into

that voluptuous ridge

your cleavage reveals.

 

Your beauty maintained

on night creams

and anti-aging gels

to appear lighter

and paler. You dab

some talcum

or face powder

to shine

like a nacreous  pearl.

 

You glisten like marvel

of an immaculate gold

in the mirror. While

your perfume leaves

a scent to mesmerize

and hypnotize

on every man’s desire

lost in the art

of your seduction.

 

Your lips is an illusion

of an inner sanctum.

A prized conquest-

euphoria. Only the voyeur

dares to enter,

and touch without guilt,

and tickle

on every man’s fantasy-

its forbidden pleasure.

 

Your body as a trade

makes a woman’s secret

hard to accentuate

without showing,

without shedding

some skin,

some naked truth,

some coveted assets.

 

Like a midnight nymph,

hoping for some man

with happy hours to spare

to shape a dream.

But you know- like others,

he will not stay.

Longer before

the day breaks.

 

You, among the many

became one of every man’s

warm bodies to breed.

And it isn’t going to last,

no promises made.

As soon as his lust fades,

he runs away

taking the shimmer

from your moon.

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Silence have snatched a life away

from my trembling hands,

out in the shadows

I only had screams

in my mind without a sound.

 

While in my room, there were movies.

Hours stretched with unfinished reels

of laughter devoid of warmth now,

embraces stale and cold I imagine

some sad movies of should’ve been.

 

I hear a voice of someone singing

loneliness that I don’t understand

like fire alarm bells ringing, piercing

into my soul, bleeding without blood.

 

Tell me the pain of being skinned alive,

impaled, staked and burned with fire

of the gaping void in my universe

retreating into its black hole.

 

Wake me up from this chasm.

Rescue me from this denial.

Rise me up from the pit.

From the quagmire of anger

rising and falling its tempest

like ocean waves I float

and drown in seasickness.

 

I’m not finished with you yet.

You’ve left me exactly where I am

unguarded, in shock and reasons

were not the answers to my questions,

why?

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