The unbearable knowledge
13 September 2015
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Tonight time stood still
The unbearable knowledge
Weighed heart down with rocks
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Gathering myself
I silenced the soul’s chatter
That had grown mindless
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The unbearable Knowledge
Weigh
Of perhaps and of maybes
Of perhaps and of maybes
2 September 2015
You didn’t know me
I, gazing back realised
That neither did I
The scent of your skin
I did not know it either
Like a raw green fruit
Translucent and bare
Ripening under some sun
That rose pitiless
Its shadow stretched out
On lands that called to my mind
Loved Tuscanny
Perhaps life will sway
Buckling under the treasure
Of those lost moments
Perhaps life will weigh
From the fruit at its edges
Like a slanting trunk
Maybe love will skim
Giving in to the pressure
Of its own torments
Maybe love will learn
From its own unkempt pledges
Like a rabid drunk
Perhaps love’s desert
Where the sands move tireless
Waves on raging sea
Perhaps love’s a stream
Renouncing gift of water
Where mirrored light glows
Maybe life is firm
Its roots planted in the ground
Like an olive tree
Maybe life is gift
Scarcity does not matter
Where abundance grows
Perhaps just to say
Per actual happenings
That real would spell out
Maybes aiming high
Tokens of when I once wished
An unreal clout
Banishing the doubt
Perhaps in string of maybes
Occurring, waning
A life made of chains
Of perhaps and of maybes
Blurring differing
Hypothetical
Breathed in hoping may it be
As day’s sun shimmered
Perhaps whimsical
What’s left of time’s passing me
Recounts that glimmered
Are we done hiding?
Are we done hiding ?
28 August 2015
Across time’s slumber
Within weave of web so deep
Our souls will step in
I know you read me
My voice a confused whisper
That your soul would hear
Your heart reaches out
Entangled in desire
Body through soul speaks
I feel your hunger
Ravishing every photon
That in me vibrates
Soul’s vision derails
Optical nerves’ wrong eyesight
Of pining unreal
Mind wanders to thoughts
Of your possibilities
Tangled past present
Close or far you weigh
This urge to delay outcomes
Of intricate tasks
Hush, let it shape slow
This second sight of union
Between our two forms
I see you, it fades
Intermittent visions shine
Are we done hiding?
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