Deprived of all my senses,
hence all the fences
around my outgoingness.
My heart thus beating less.
Less than when you’re around
when you’re inside of me.
No more feelings unbound
Fixation on the urge to flee
To flee from where? To flee whereto?
Flee to your loving arms; flee to you.
Tears crystallizing on the run
Distinguishing life from pun.
Career races creating blushing faces
Tied laces result in amuzed gazes.
Stumbling upon the life-long road
Mumbling ’bout the scaping goats.
Fleeing from our responsibility
by idealizing scability.
What a harsh reality…
Roaring definitions!
Roaming premonitions!
Sign the petition.
Crash the reign!
Clashing rain
Flowing down my window sill,
Reminding me of milk that spilled
Over the irrelevant words.
Sounding like propagandical chords.
Fading glory of previous days!
Great achievements in various ways!
Long gone by now, weeping sorrow;
Mourning ’bout the things undone:
Loitering in vast vacant memories…
The heavy heart, the chiseled marrow.
Aren’t there any deeds to be done, more to come?
Only waiting for post-mortal glories?
Golden beams of light
Enhancing my delight.
Ivory sand flowing through my toes,
Tickling, eliminating all mundane woes.
The sea is murmuring its song
Pleasing the ear, easing the pain.
Unimportant what is right and wrong.
And suddenly,
It begins to rain.
“The books are outdated.
This is outrageous!”
Exclaimed the scholar
and vigorously fainted…
Children! Playing in the sand.
Adults! Searching for their stand.
Trying to reach shifting goals,
Not to breach with idealized roles.
The great search for inspiration,
Struggling for motivation,
Need of Identification.
Moring light tickles in my eye,
feeling tears trickle down my side.
Senses weakened, emotions tweaked.
Cardiological jumps, sensual bumps.
Grip tightened around the soul,
Filled by frightening emotional goals.
Craving for thy thighs and thy mighty spine.
My heart grew strong, extant concepts indeed wrong.
Proved as free,
Freed by your love.
The morning breaks; constitutional worries.
The brain, it squeaks; subliminal hurries.
Daily routine, dairy spleens.
Redeem my life; routine is not wfor what I strive.
Servants are, nothing more
Slaves to societal routines,
Imprisoned, waiting for our guilloutine