Saturday, June 10, 2017

A Fear That Killed

Nearly spent I have found
The very last of my penitence.
Wretched is no longer,
As my solitude has been cured. 

My kingdom of dooms departed,
And I can now find peace within.
Reach out 
Around old, sweet melodies of my tranquil.

I am cured, I tell you!
My windows sob with the fondest felicity
Growing, like children of hope grow
To become their forlorn fears.

As a child I also grew,
I tried and failed and grew.
I became my depths,
And grew into my day-time shadows
Omnipresent even in my times of contentment.

As an adult I know
My weaknesses and strengths,
But foremost my weaknesses.
I acknowledge my easy decay,
Prone to endless rains
In the most inappropriate moments.

Nevertheless I am cured!
For the rest of eternity,
I now rest, I can happily dream
Amid those who also rest
Forever below your ground.




Sunday, June 4, 2017

Life With a Man

I’ve found a richness,
The flavorful taste of overbearing. 
It grows profound in my tastebuds,
It’s pleasant to the sight.
To the taste, of course.
Its odor, 
Rich as well; addictive.

Though I find strange
As it’s overpowering taste takes over,
It leaves an uncomfortable feeling,
And one must sweeten,
As one sweetens life with pleasures.
Otherwise this richness
Is not but a vague, unpleasant encounter
Which will not find a way to exist again

Like tea, 
Coffee can be pleasant, tranquil
In a sweetened sense.
Can find peace with my very tastebuds
If it learns to be like tea: smooth, 
Graciously mellow.
Coffee can be sweet like tea
Only if it wants to be

Yet, only this way
Can coffee find serenity

With me.