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was it me
was just the idea of it
was it I? in love?
or was in love for the idea of it
on and off, flashing lights
confusing signals, an electric shock
a defibrillator, yes, you said STAND CLEAR!
it was like being dead and alive and dead again
lost souls lost souls hovering on a flatline tone
wading in between
heaven and hell a repetitive motion of cleansing sins
of nonsense penitence of what went wrong or what was meant to be wrong
in a sea of submerged yawning heads, there are two tombstones
one crazy night
when our hands clasped
off, we went to the moon
and I find myself standing there
all alone
let me explore what’s sitting there at the end of us:
an investigation of these sullen walls
which hangs tentatively
between space and time.
a mere memory that still remain recognizable as it is,
frozen mental pictures stripped to its barest bones,
clings on to the last moments of its previous sentiments
against the overwhelming emptiness of your heart,
these images are far from a barren desert.
utterly, it is this inaudible and unnerving absence of your insensitivity
the bygone spirit seeped from a vacuous core
that blends in a new heightened relevance
to these singing, screaming and chanting
splashed riddled colors of black, layers and layers of tears
that would have previously gone unnoticed.
where have you been to?
what were you searching for?
now, can I turn on the lights and try to look what is left behind?
by many self induced pains written on scraped interiors.
silhouettes of hopes, unfinished ornaments and dangling hymns
turned into ghostly reminders of what it used to be.
oh, it was such a waste of time
still longing for you to think of me
as what I think of you
thinking, soon, you'll be mine
quando quando
two sided, two faced
vicious twins, you are
now I rumble
now I fumble
now I tumble
to this confusion on where we heading
a muddy affair
running towards the bushes
a kiss, a cuddle
how soon would it last?
how soon would you change your mind?
a dream, a chance, a possibility,
a cup of coffee, a cloudy day
whirling into the mire
you don't know. that's fine. let's get lost. chasing and challenging
the potential of seeking solace. increased. mainly due with the thought. of seeing your own reflection. specifically, on bygone cities all across the pacific. stamp it on your forehead. stamp it and be sacred. to hell with the inevitable. we are not much in control, anyway
most of the time.
compensate with the unseen. compensate and be forgiven
getting additional miles of miles of smiles. going back. not for numbers. but for wonders. and then ponder: asking? so where am i going? what am i heading for? for more, that's it! even if you wouldn't be so sure what's in store. i know, you know. the unpaid bill is not yet due, waiting for another individual. in queue. ranking. communication between strings of expertise. on seeing. on finding:
more questions.
it starts with sucking
the goodness of a happenstance
and end up with
a purple sigh
absentminded looking girl
vanished within
the anonymous cracks
of fortified walls
where both history and tragedy
coincide within
the story of a
blood refusing cannoneer
every molecules of it
will circulate
through the cacophony
of laughter
whims
and silent goodbyes
she's ok,
she's good,
she's fine
just give her some time
my dear,
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