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New moon, full moon Burnishing its course through grilled glass Outlining every angle of an ill-defined shadow I hear the sound of the wind I feel it too I know it’s saying something But I am raw to its meaning I stay put Clinging to the gloom Perceiving the cost of befallen doom Awaken me from this nightmare Shell out this toll of despair Sing a song And let me hear it Stretch out your hand And ask me for a dance if you see fit Drown the anxiety engulfed in my sprit Let me find a joy and happiness so exquisite Light up the sun in my heart Disregard the fears within my soul Bring in the radiance To shine in my world as dark as coal Eradicate the torment Let me live happy ever after and not just a moment Mute the screams, the yells, the mourns and groans And let the beauty of the silence serenade my being. Lord, Cover me in the shadow of your wing, Eternally, Let me soak in the warmth of your ecstasy Taki

Bad reaper, Bad reaper Crawled in Unannounced Plucking the unripe fruit Of virtuousness So juvenile, So tender Sweet, To the taste of its tongue But bitter, to my instincts. Stinging, to my eyes, with tears Crushing To my bones. No strength within me So I drop dreary on the surface… thank God, not made of stone. White sheet, immense heat Same moves, different persona Reverse to the bottomless pit of… Square one. No emotion, no reaction No articulation Hence no satisfaction. So this is love ey? Today Jimmy Tomorrow Johnny? True, One says I’m authentic; the other ten narrate I’m Fake I mean how much more can I take? Never once appreciated the genuine affirmation Of optimum caring So I stick to this game… this game called ‘Dead Loving.’    

The evening is streaming in Away from the hustle and bustle of the city I lazily lapse into the silence Under my little cottage Resting my chin in my right hand. I wonder, Oh how I wonder. I question, Though the silence responds, But with vague answers. My toes twitch As my thoughts, dart this way and that. I know who I am I know what I want. Though you say nothing Thus the uneasy state… My uneasy state. What I’m I to believe at this rate? Are you an acquaintance or my real soul mate? This far I have come with you by my side Tell me, Should I let go, or keep walking with pride? Signs of pain Appear on my face If you were anywhere near me You’d know I’m in dire need of Amazing grace That grace that once saved a wretch The kind I feel like now I feel so lost Eager to be found I am blinded By your so called ‘love’ I hope that I

Too many times I have found myself caught up in a fantasy web musing over the kind of guy I would want to have in my life as prince charming. I have taken time out to reflect, write down and cram “My check list for my ideal guy”. So every where I go, I have that list on my finger-tips and when a guy has the guts to approach, I quickly gear my self up with my imaginary slick pen and paper, marking and crossing where necessary while outwardly pretending to be taking pleasure in his company. Some managed to capture my full attention, and when that happened, in the stillness and quietness of the night, before I shut my eyes, I’d retrieve the hand-written copy and physically and intellectually go through it again; marking and crossing out where necessary. If I for some reason felt he had most of the characteristics I desired, then without blinking I’d shut the book, sleep and await for the break of dawn, to probably see what the future may hold. With the many times this has happened,