I am a stranger
at my own home
for the people I reside with
though their faces are familiar
I do not know
who they are
The people in this house
distant from one to the other
their fingers touch and
worlds collide
What has happened to
joy and innocence
to which none has stayed
Is this age olden?
For what reason does time seek
to destroy these weak threads?
This is not a home
but a house
waiting to crumble on its own.
It’s three in the morning, and I’m listening as the sails are brought down. The waters are clashing against each other, debating on fragmented beliefs and betrayed insights. Yet now the ocean calls to me, wanting me to join in its ultimate deep blue glory. But I say nay, and return to the visions in my mind. But the water fools me and I head on to the plank and stand erect on it, as if God has summoned me for my final judgment. And the voices, I still hear them, calling for me, chanting my name with sublime sensuality. And then I throw myself, down to the great deep blue. My mortal body is then shrouded with tears, cradled with kindness like of a mother’s, singing lullabies of innocence and love.
Yet in this, I drown.
Am I to be salvaged from all of this?
I am brushed ashore. I open my eyes, and all of it was just a dream.
—
The song that inspired me.
Time has passed by so quickly
that those blue bodies are now different
some have expanded and some have narrowed down
the weather has gone more prickly
and the world has formed less deterrent,
or maybe not, because more are wanting the crown
I do not really know how all this started
but there is a wide range of possibilities out there
that now could have been rightfully witnessed
but I guess rationality and optimism has parted
and since then some people prefer not to bare
because of fear that might have them possessed
We have to accept that this is reality
that people repeat their mistakes and so does history
We have to keep reminding ourselves of progression,
before achieved, needs to be a little bit aggression.
© MBBC 2012
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