Silence?

If I shout,
Which I eventually will,
You would not know me.
I would not know me.

Is it inevitable?
This shout?
Would you shout?
With me?
Even if I was silent,
But shouting inside.

I could not,
Would not,
Make you understand.
So if I am silent,
The shout would be silent too.

Did you understand me?
Would you let yourself,
Understand me?
I would not,
But would you,
Even though I offer,
No help,
No sanity to your reasons?



I shout,
You shout,
It is a symphony of shouts.
I am silent,
But you shout.
Where is the silence in that?

Control

My mind,

She is fornicating with my gut.

You’d ask me how I know;

I just do.

The signs are there.

They weren't so obvious before,

But now I know.

These frequent sittings of theirs

Have left me confused,

Utterly disoriented

And sometimes I can’t feel my toes.

Orgasms are the worst,

I’m left numb,

Decisions I make fall out of place,

Directions I take get blurry.

My lips release sounds that are not quite of my body.

My mind and gut are frequently fornicating,

More so these days.

They've ceased to function on their own,

Moreover they've ceased to care about their functions.

I have no control over either.

Sometimes my gut makes me do awful things,

Other days my mind controls my behavior

And bodily movement.

Often resulting in very difficult interactions with others,

Other beings,

Living and non-living.

My mind and gut are fornicating,

And they've left me out.

The Toe.

A toe, a toe
Away it shall go.
Far from its foe,
Who happens to be a hoe.
A toe, a toe,
Away shall it go.
Looking for more,
For seeds it did sow.
You choose to look at the toe.
What happened to looking at more.
Till your eyes grew sore,
And the mind reached the core,
Of your universe,
But the toe will rehearse
And we shall all look,
Look at the toe,
Missing out so much more.

THE TRAGEDY OF A SINFUL SOUL- a path less travelled

 
Fate  questions  even  the  most  unquestionable,
At  the  most  unexpected  periods  of  cruelty.
But then again forsaken are those who do not,
Dare to lead a life they feel they must.
And hide in the shadows of their hopes.
Sinful was she,
Yet hide she did not.
She flaunted her sin,
And enjoyed it.
She cared no more,
For the frailties of despicable lives.

Her sins outdid her charming self,
She lived to live,
A life that few dared to live.
She lived to please herself,
Her life in her hands.
Her instinct grasping her reasoning.
Her soul riding above our latent ones.

Static

I touched it,
Touched the air that surrounds you.
Didn’t you hear me,
Hear me,
Through the noise,
Through the poise.
Through the limitless doubt.


If I touched your air,
Will I care?
Have I entered your universe,
Without your consent.
Does it mean I care?


Will you let me,
Care?
When all I do,
Is stare.
At the space,
You refer to as air.
Stop me?
Or just let me be.
Should I care?

I’ll look, you see.

I’ll look into your mirror,
Look at what you can’t see.
I’ll close my eyes and shut down,
Shut down the voices,
The voices that live within me.
I’ll peep through,
Catch a glimpse,
Of your faded soul.
Crying out to be saved,
While you descend
Down into your self-created hole.


You will never hear the bells,
That sing out to you.
Sing of winds and time,
Time that never existed for you.


I close these eyes,
So that you won’t need to know,
That you lost this space,
In which you loved and had faith,
You gave up and let go.


Lay down,
Lay still,
Be here,
Free of will.
Let it come,
Let it go.
Whisper close,
Dance some more.


Dangle those legs,
Bite those lips,
Chew on your hair,
Let your cat stare.
But I’ll still look at that mirror,
See what you want me to see.
I’ll shut out what you feel,
Stamp my being with a seal.
And you’ll believe,
That we exist in harmony.




When you think otherwise,
I’ll block that out too.
I’ll save you,
Because
When
I
Look
I
Never
See
You.