Distant dreams
By the pier I stood and watch the ship sail away;
By the waves my thoughts drifted
By the breeze my feelings strived to explore
My innocence knew no bounds
Making me rediscovering my ancestors proclamation
When the masts sail, I trembled for the pirates
When the anchor was pulled, I scared for the sharks
When salmon was noticed, I felt excited for gold
When the blue water shadowed, I looked for the albatross
Sea sickness drenched my soul like an angel in a dungeon
Can the creep of the wind be less astounding?
Can the little rumble create a tempest?
Can the purple haze testify the serene blanket?
Can the little umbrella keep me from the testimonies of life?
Can the sudden ceasefire make me a new person?
There is no caress, there is no feeling
There is no strength, there is no valor
There is no bigamy, there is no divorce
There is no possessiveness, there is no cherishing
There is doubt, and it is passive
Society can never consume, but explode
The lanterns run out of oil, recreate forest fire
The water turns green, with peril of penance
The creativity subsidizes, with the erosion of mind
Its dangerous, a threat and a chance to venture
By the streams of ocean, does a river make its journey
By the spectrum of horizon, the zenith plaster
By the jinx of voodoo, the eyes strangle
Darkness and evil never lie nor sleep
They jeopardize, they retreat, they engulf
Can my melted heart be broken?
Can my scented life, blow fresh breath?
Can I respire to a few counts?
Can I step up to be what I am?
Can I get out of the boundaries, and the home principles?
The odyssey has been created, revamped
Self, Conscious, Soul, Mind,
All are at stake, welfare at the cost
Epic stays, future lives
3 comments:
well that was a good one moses, but i dont understand one thing , it sound svery faminine, well its my doubt i have. its a nice one but to understand this u need to go through it atleast twice. its more like a sailor wife standing next to her husband pire telling all this, correct me if i am wrong.but its a good one
you should let polish your writing and thinking talent ... there is much more into you as what you are able to show so far ... though for a young guy like you ... pretty much thoughts, wondering where you get it from ... and about being feminine ... real men/guys do cry ... take care, J
Hey Sweety,
Its really Amazing to see all these words
But u know me very well, i really have no words
Loads of Love
romita
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