Words by Sina
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Places - Random Minds
Brooder
The mad rush
and joyous façade
diminished
as the hours approached
the midnight of today
and the morn of tomorrow.
And as every guest
left the tent of entertainment
and wine
to retreat
to the comfort of their feathered nests
I began to unwine
and to unwind.
Now I can remove the masquerade
fastened to my skin so cold
and lifeless
I can breathe
a breath of fresh life
to clear this inebriating wine
of the forbidden vine
to face the reality
of loneliness
which breeds
within my castle of dark glimmer
and dine.
Yet more often than expected of nature
a moon beam enters
this room wishing windows
where I reside to rest
in my hours of repent.
Until tomorrow I can remain
across this mirror on my wall
to face myself and learn the true expressions
upon my face.
Parallels
Days of old reveal what you will.
Desires to behold dream your every dream.
Pantomime the nights of a fool.
Jesters like us come and go,
pleasing every king and queen.
Walls of Ston protect what you must.
Time will survive us all
in the dimensions we hide.
Shadows
I walk
run
wander with you
alone,
yet somehow
never alone.
In the borders of my being
i bathe
lustfully touching
the borders of your warmth,
the borders of your shadow.
I am,
will always be
without beginning
with you
or without you.
Hoping I will always remain
a part of you.
Wishes,
I wish
I could fly.
Grounded I remain
lurking,
crawling,
I caress the dew
of every paving stone,
every midnight wall.
There is a cave,
through the secret opening
to the moonlit dreams,
in the dark of the night
and light of the day;
There is a cave,
where Nothing is what remains,
where it is all the same
where I sleep,
and leap,
out of my skin
into dreams
of flight;
my utopia.
But I will trade it all,
all my dreams
to touch
even once,
the borders of your dreams
wishfully,
soulfully,
on my own.
Music
The quiet friends of darkness and light
I've heard play the music.
I hear their anger
Their pain,
Love for wandering lost
In thoughts
And music.
Traditions come alive
And fusions of madness and love
Create the music.
Names are heard
And secrets revealed
Nations speak
As cello tangos apertures of my ears
In the medium of music.
Blindly I walk,
In the silence
And in vacuum of sound
And when my days are done
I live,
I die,
And come back to life
As I am sentenced
Then caressed and forgiven
By the sounds of music.
And then,
And there,
I learned
And understood
The meaning of it all,
Of life
And being in love
With you
And music.
Say nothing
And let my soul mingle
With the sound of your heart beat
As we smile
To the music.
All About You
Make the world go 'round me,
let your love gently surround me.
Don't crowd me,
or clear or cloud me.
Just meet me
and greet me.
Don't trance me
or try to romance me
foolishly dance me;
lose everything
and 'take a chance' me;
Take me as I am
and don't try to enhance me.
Don't refuse me
Or confuse me
just worship
and amuse me.
Sure...
Run for the hills....
I set you free....
Always pursue me
Gently sway
but never undo me.
Don't try to love me
Or kid glove me;
Never hold me
or try to control me.
Don't candlelight me
Or valentine me.
Don't try to test me
or second best me.
Don't miss me
well, maybe
you can kiss me.
Just meet me
and then let me be,
Just....
just let it all be...
I will never love you,
so,
Don't glitter,
and don't bitter
or sweet me,
just elite me
and meet me
just
greet me.
Just greet me ......
Strangers
Dreams,
So beautiful.
Willing to take
a dream of one,
some Someone
inside the love
of the ages.
Accepting dreams
from memories
of strangers;
Like the tales
that belong
In every story book
And its pages.
Dreams that speak
of familiar loves
in strange spaces.
The instant yearning
that passed
Me by,
Finding me
In the darkness
of light,
in Crimson
purple and blues
of the stages.
In the vacuum
of my slumber,
searching the worlds
only we knew,
Will you hear
the roaring plea
of my ocean
as it rages,
believe the promise
of my magic
as my heart beats
only for you,
when dreaming
of strangers.
Gateway In The Sky
I've been careful to bury every night
my crystal tears in the yard,
as the light glistens in the dark
and I walk past the midnight guard.
I hear the silence of the stars
and I suddenly turn to gold
bright eyes watching from every room
lips numb and no stories to be told.
I sigh,
I cry,
I wanna touch the sky.
You hide
with your pride
And you push me aside.
I've been so careful to bury every day
my crystal tears in the yard.
Lightening roaring in my heart,
with a bleeding heart, sore and scarred.
Night quietly blinds the sight
as fingertips of light turn to dust
I hold my hand out to touch
As you float in your wanderlust.
I sigh,
I fly,
to find you in the sky.
You stay
never stray
lingering in the gateway
of our open hearts.
Sultry Breezes
Betimes the moment
we put the year on anew,
everyone sliding along oakened floors
in sweat and dances.
Gathered slender romances,
fleshly enticing;
rising,
hands ever so enterprising;
breezes eyeing,
lips spying,
waiting for that lucid New Years kiss.
Cheeks and lips marred
by dirty kisses
and enslaved wanna be stars;
poses,
salacious glances,
and wilting roses;
salty flesh,
and dirty romances
with thirsty tongues of desire.
New Year souls once again on fire.
Love That Never Was
In the house of dreams and wine
souls lurking; zombies of Eden;
I take refuge in the bosom
of the tapstress who befriends me;
Like a love that never was.
I don't wish to stumble home
till sunrise.
Will some devoted dream ever find me!
Egress
In the realm of a love story,
I thought I had staked my claim...
long ago.
Ingressed, and given more than I took.
After all the years,
sharing every spec of wanton fulfillment,
abandoned desires for all the "might have been"s
nothing now is standing in the way of your leaving.
What will it take for a sentimental fool
to reconcile such reality?
And I remain.
My Winter Mind
I know the time wasn't right,
blossoms of a new spring falling in the autumn wind;
I wonder what might have been
if the Sunshine was truly on our side.
In the midst of our being I know,
I can't stop the world
from turning,
but can I stop the time.
Wonderless I cannot stop the dreams
from leaping
from one season
to some other certain morning...
I want to stop you from leaving;
I want to stop the time
as I hold you in the reality of my means.
I want to stop the time
as I quench
your every need.
I know the time wasn't right,
as I shed some wonderful dreams
from my winter mind.
My Hero
I know I am lucky to know
in advance.
Some say it's a curse
to know in advance.
But I would rather know,
than be surprised.
My hero,
My protector,
My dad.
Larger than life.
I love you
and I am not ready
to let you go.
Bathe Your Skin
In your ocean,
as I bathe my thoughts
In the memories of you.
Cover your arms
And your dreams
In the silky attire of bubbles and scent
As my thoughts imagine
The velvet desires of you.
And as my emotions settle
Like soft new snow upon your mind,
Behold me. I am yours
Until time fuses
Our imagination.
Dreams Of A Lunatic
Devoting my mind
and all my everything,
to lunacy,
and you,
somewhere in time
and space.
Don't know why.
every day and night
searching the streets
of lonely dreams,
to find a place,
I won't be
out of place.
No need to sigh
or cry
when dreaming
brings you near to me.
A kiss
for the yearning,
loving embrace,
the autumn leaves
bring along
the scent of you
sweeping me again,
out of place.
on the wings of dreams
i fly,
i wish
for love in the spring,
memories I retrace.
Devoting my mind
to lunacy
and you,
I wander,
with no hiding place.
Moonlit Dreams
In the shadow of a moonlit dream
I stop,
and go,
and sway,
and flow,
with a breeze that takes me.
Not a soul around,
I don't know
where all the souls have gone.
I just don't know.
I don't know if they rode on the wings of a breeze that flirts me,
dancing slowly,
it heals and it hurts me.
I just don't know.
In the shadow of a moonlit dream,
I cannot stop,
and I cannot go
where my desires for you might take me.
Will you ever dream to want me,
As your memories continue to haunt me.
Though I may go
I want to stay
in the breeze of our quiet solitude.
Though I may not have shown
and I may not have said,
let me tell you,
how I love you,
in the breeze of a moonlit dream
in the shadow of my desires for you.
I know I may not stay,
and I may not go,
but can I ask
that you never leave me,
alone,
in the shadows
of a moonlit dream.
Equinox
Close your eyes and feel the sun,
for just seven precious moments,
children of darkness and nadir have awakened,
seven,
precious,
moments,
one for each sky,
real,
ethereal,
climbing to redolence of totality,
once upon . . . hear the waves roar,
defending their reign;
waves of gentle giants; earthly,
giants of tender showers
of acquit forgiveness,
waves crushing,
rolling,
birds of the sea,
wings, snow white;
at the edge of the strand,
roaring.
sand hot on every foot step,
between the toes,
toes naked as the wind;
majestically quixotic,
opacity,
forehead baked perfectly
with the rays of a million softly passing summers.
I will not go,
can wont to such serenity of intercourse,
thought I had reached the zenith;
take a deep breath,
take for granted nothing,
the breath is real,
has been granted,
start anew
till tomorrow.
some day we shall reach upon the axiom.
Alone
I thought we were one
in the ageless souls of our greeting,
in the naked holiness
of our meeting -- I was alone.
Rain drops seeking
to whet the appetite of our needy passion,
I climbed the cross of my dreams,
as your eye lids gripped my vision;
as your beauty
consumed me -- I was alone.
I came to find me in the dreams of sunrise
and there you were
with your promise
of some dreamy adorned faceless façade -- there you were,
there we lived
inside the morning dew -- no, I was alone.
I found you
when I came to find me.
I revealed the vulnerable mountains
inside me;
believing you would understand.
I looked around
and there was no one but me,
mingling within emotions
that revealed me
there seemed to be me,
there seemed to be you,
but, I know I was alone.
Dimensions
I know it sounds
Like wishing the time
Wishing my time
Away.
But I can’t fit
Under this skin
Wrinkled and yearning
Like some autumn leaf
Of the seasons
Like some chain
That holds me.
My love is so deep
Passion exceeds
And sadness unfolds me.
The rain melts,
Washes Me,
The wind blows
My every inch to the sky
But this skin
Withholds me.
I just cannot fit.
Languished, posing
Words bended.
After the flame,
After the rain
I calm
Into some dream
That fades me
And there I remain
Until I awaken
Into some other season.
Waterfall and Rock
In the hush
and birth
of a kiss,
as our minds mingle
and toy
with foreverness
holding on
to time
so eagerly,
wanting to
never let go,
let me break
the silence
and whisper
my love to you.
In the churn
of the ocean's
thunderous roar
sit by me,
rest your hopes
and dreams
inside me;
We will hold on
and watch
every ebb and flow,
every wave's
pounce
and surge,
every refluence
and fading glow.
Rest the waterfall
of your dreams
and fears
drop by drop
on the rock
of my love for you.
Now I Know
Oh father of the ages,
Your glossy eyes
I thought were because
of your olden gazes,
I thought time
had worn out the site
with the dust
of the ages;
those tears
in your eyes...
No,
no ---
Now I know
those were the tears
held back;
aching
for the things that never were
those that never became,
as the flower
of youth
unfolded;
Oh father of all my ages.
Eyes closed,
hand gripping forehead,
biting lips,
heart aching;
Now I know,
as you lived inside
the garden Eden
of roses.
Last month I dreamed,
you ran to me
with a souvenir to hold,
one I still behold.
My daughter in time
hand in mine
love watching
inside the house with no walls,
free.
Last week I came to you
gathering your perfect
four molars for us all
to pray for,
your love
on display
for candle
to sway for.
This week I dreamed
I was finally coming
to see you
but alas,
I had lost my eyes,
Oh father alive
in the world of my pages,
father of the ages.
Against The Storm
There is a storm brewing
from the west.
Angry hearts looking
To the east.
There is a storm
Wielding
With its might
Unyielding.
Trees and knees
bended
Clouds and gods roaring
Birds and butterflies
descended.
Bewitched
in some sleepless dream,
There is a storm
finding me
standing
in the face of the odds
Chest out
to meet its might.
I've been outside
the storm
for long
For
So long.
With brawn
that decimates,
silence
that deafens
and Resonates.
There's a storm
A brooder
Brewing
Outside my inside
This day
and
This night.
Knees unbended
Standing my ground
Undefended.
Fallen Homeless
Today I found forgiveness at 6:00 p.m.
when the freight train gently found me
trespass its tracks.
No more cold lonely nights,
searching for softer ground.
No more hunger,
searching the refuse of the well-to-do,
even the not-so-well-to-do.
No more one sided conversations
with passers by,
hoping for a miracle
or even a hint of mercy
or a smile.
No more turning my own head,
at the stench of me,
hoping for higher ground,
just a dry bench and me.
No more fleas,
no more disease,
some seen, some unseen
by the world around me.
Today forgiveness finally found me, and
my lonely path from the retched side
to the lonely side
of the tracks.
Today fortune at last found me,
as the train and its tracks
mercifully severed my soul
from the scabs of my skin
and rotten flesh of my feet.
Not any more, not again,
all the ways and manners of me
I don't wish to explain.
Will anyone know
of my fortune today;
will anyone care,
and celebrate my freedom,
at last,
from a life some believe
I had chosen.
Today I found release
and happiness
as the train and its tracks
finally united
every piece of my soul.
Funeral
Limelight rectitude,
blemished darkened future.
Shallow crimson sigh,
in the mourning goodbye.
Tourniquet of narrow dreams,
vaguely perspicuous betimes.
Tender of beaten hearts
heavy on my chest.
Tuesday
In the waiting
Of desires
Tuesdays never come
When pining
And defining
What could
And what should be
Tuesdays never come.
Mondays remain
Mundane
But neath the darkened sun,
in the churning
Of Sundays
Tuesdays never come.
And when wedding days
And all the peculiar
Wednesdays await
Under wings
On solemnly
Warm winds
They never touch
The ground
Or survive the clouds
As Tuesdays never come.
Wonder if
Thursday and Friday
Would meet
On some
Slight or flighty
Byway
Upon some deserted
Highway
If they knew
Tuesday would never come.
And could
the universe go on
If Saturn's nights
And days
And its Saturday knew
Tuesday Would never come.
Too Late
Is it too late now
as I branded you
with loneliness
and confined your love
with neverness?
Is it too late now?
I can see how
you are still the one
despite all the imperfections
still the woman
with deep affection.
Life somehow drove me away
in many ways led me astray
from you,
but is it too late now
having left you
in your emptiness?
There are so many things
I don't know about you
so many I will never confess
to know
or ever doubt about you,
but is it too late
now that time has sealed
the past
of me and you?
Mother,
Is it too late now,
Now that I am old
and have never said
I love you.
Forgive your boy
for leaving,
for ever disbelieving and
revealing your loneliness.
Is it too late now
for you to hold me?
Rehearsal Dream
In quiet of my slumber
Air and desires float me
My waking life exhales
compelling to devote me...
and movies unfold
Strange stories are told.
I am a saviour
major,
minor,
absent,
present;
My soul awakens
in my calming flow
And I see him.
Across the roads,
oceans, mountains;
Conscious and sub obverse
my eyes pan
from above,
to lock on;
actors rehearse.
Marvin inside
Jeff of Bridges;
Handsome,
inside the skin of a man
hiding in his room
darkened home
silent welcome mat
living lonesome
inside the soul
of a striped-tail cat...
Shamanesque,
pure soul
floating;
And the saviour,
Candicesque.
Time never stands still
above the treeline
as I serve
and save
the final life
of an obscure feline.
Daughter
frozen inside my tear;
Marilyn,
Jayne,
Betty,
Ingrid,
reappear.
Inked Clouds
Conscious extinguished
in an everlasting confession.
Rancid dreams
in the wake of morning wishes.
Memories circle around your mind
like songs
with words you can't remember.
Smoke and mist
doing the work of time
and cloud and crowd
how dreams reflect
in the rain cupped
in the palms of your heart.
Can you survive the fires
that burned down
your caves' whispers
in the refuge from the sun?
Shadows compelled to run
from you now
and into the naked white light.
Everlasting confessions
inked in your clouds;
Inked in your darkened path.
Everlasting confessions.