I’ve been given eyes to see the world
I’ve been given a chest to fill with air
I’ve been given a heart to love
And a sense of awareness to enjoy it all
And yet I find myself sometimes
As lifeless as a rock
Blinded, choked, aching
Yearning to be free
A throbbing heart,
A set of eyes,
A rhythmic breath
And a sense of existence
Do not need practice
And yet I find myself
A complete amateur in life.
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And then those times
Where life like pleasant clouds
Softly moving through the sky
Without a chartered course
Yet never lost to gazers
from below
And then those times
Where life like wine
Poured into glasses
Red and ripe with zeal
Making us soft at head
Yet never foolish
In our choices
And then those times
Where dreamy Sunday afternoons
Ending with a setting sun
Perched atop a golden gleaming sea
Are simple yet magnificent
Without the need
for audience
And then those times
Where magic lost
Inside our hearts
Is filled with madness
Roaming like a ceiling fan
Only to find ourselves
Where everything began
And then those times
Where life has passed us by
Measured by our memories
Smiles and loves and cries
And then those times
Where life content with what
we have become
Heavy oak trees
Rooted in the ground
Still reaching up
Trying trying trying
To be free
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Lamps shining steadily
Casting shadows
Into darkness
Tasteful words
Still wet
Sprayed in red
Thoughts void
Timeless
Floating freely
Bones forged
With bars
Bolted doorways
Hiding yesterday
Walls trapped
Inside their concrete skin
Shedding truths
Cities bustling
Above their rubble
Revolutions peeking
Through imaginary keyholes
Welcoming tomorrow
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The screens are shabby
From all these beaming lights
A ticking roll of film
Behind a cardboard box
No ticking clocks
A golden ticket to neverland
Or so they say
Crunching popcorn,
Sipping drinks until they slur
And every night the magic is unleashed
Rays of light dancing in a room
Glowing dust drifting in the air
A mental space for silent reverie
Where sobs and laughter echo off the walls
They go and come but I am here to stay
To witness all these stories every night
To go back home and face my meager days
Across the fringe of disconnected worlds
Evading all this bland reality
On silver screens the untold stories told
And with them all our lives seem to unfold
Our days a measure of this grand affair
To love, to live, to roam the world
To cry, to lose, to die in pain
To dream, to win it all
But life is not so grandiose
I punch a ticket with a hole
I change the rolls of films
And with it all my dreams
Projected on an ageing wall
Waiting for a magic carpet ride
To take me far away
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It’s hot in here,
I’m afraid of the dark.
But I feel protected
From what awaits me in the world
I feel so lonely
But propriety dictates that I remain concealed
From the world outside the contours of my drape
Sex and what not, the lustful sentiments of horny men
Is what they’ve taught me to escape
And so I live my life in a cocoon
A victim of their own perversion
Waiting for my wings to grow
To fly above it all
In graceful color
With time I blossom,
I feel a throbbing urge between my legs
A power stronger than the course of time
I’m taught to keep my feelings to myself
But something in me can’t withstand the wait
Its time to break this shell and fly away
No worries,
Opening night awaits
Soon I am to marry
The curtains will be drawn
And I will perform
I wonder how it feels to hold his hand
I wonder what would happen if he sees my face
Would he like it?
Would he smile?
Would we share a conversation?
No worries,
Opening night awaits
The curtains will be drawn
And I will perform
I am a theater, I am a stage
A portable performance
That features private sessions every night
A life-time ticket guarantees your audience
And only one man will get to have the chance
Let’s see who’ll pay the highest bid
For me to draw the curtains and spread my legs
A joyous toy, quite practical to keep at home
And as the days go by
The narrative of my life remains
A story of a girl in chains,
A story of a girl in chains!
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