I Knowby ~akwalaMy heart is a mess, this much I know No words to be found as such, I know There is but shame to survive the pain A pinch of a nerve, a touch I know Don't kill the man for beauty's sake, love Your eyes will long for that much, I know Give life its death and live tonight Dreams are no match for how much I know Ill-gotten are all your woes, that's true When fate arrives that's your crutch, I know A name, not a feeble sigh, Aslam, Is what's yours but not to touch, I know |
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I Know My heart is a mess, this much I knowI Know by ~akwala
No words to be found as such, I know
There is but shame to survive the pain
A pinch of a nerve, a touch I know
Don't kill the man for beauty's sake, love
Your eyes will long for that much, I know
Give life its death and live tonight
Dreams are no match for how much I know
Ill-gotten are all your woes, that's true
When fate arrives that's your crutch, I know
A name, not a feeble sigh, Aslam,
Is what's yours but not to touch, I know
Grieving Time should be more in tuneGrieving by ~akwala
Casbahs are only rocked so often;
The dirge should melt into the rhythm
As words leave their melodies behind
Dances of thought in silence, crying
To the beating of a dull heart...
That's what lasts into the mourning
Where all awaits tomorrow's demise
Never in sight or touch or smell
But the rain falls just as well.
It's not a young night that goes by
Sultry streets of monsoons unseen
There is no love in the wind, just
A light breeze of midnight's charm --
That's how morning, lone, awakens to
Day's jagged, kaleidoscopic glares
Don't give that old lust a name or face
It's not as empty as its sin.
But averse to be
When Tomorrow Comes Take the train that left the station when tomorrow comesWhen Tomorrow Comes by ~akwala
Give in to the lost temptation when tomorrow comes
Hope and lust will grow a tree and shade forever
Mediocre aspiration when tomorrow comes
Books lined up to fend off love between breathing bookends
Left bereft of sublimation when tomorrow comes
All the prickly heat desire soothes to pamper touch
Won't subside and save sensation when tomorrow comes
Left alone with TV shows, time will make peace with space
Skip the ads of admonition when tomorrow comes
Groundhogs scared of shadows and robins obsessed with Spring
Will tell tales of pride in nation when tomorrow comes
In the he
And Lie Quiet truths rise with evening's fall from grace and lieAnd Lie by ~akwala
Morning beckons dreams to fly in life's face and lie
No more, no less this everlasting absent time
What demise will life's work adorn, efface and lie?
Win for me love's lavender bounty in daylight
My prize, I pray, this time I won't deface and lie
Soon it will begin, the promised epoch of naught
Today's still moment must know this disgrace and lie
Worlds turn, Aslam, dancing with all of your past loves
Would that you could eke out one true embrace and lie
Happiness Attention abates as soon asHappiness by ~akwala
the distraction fades
Colors don't dance on
the macular focal points
once illumination strikes
Inevitable dreams find
time's lost interstices
rummaging through the recesses
of accumulated skins
Comforts stand witness
to the reclines of last resort
on a separate plane of touch
innocent of the pain
The road's end is everywhere
the distance knows
its festering stories
Home is the unknown
that outlasts all wisdom
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