i drew some
black and white sketches
last night
sketches of coffee cups
and steamy words
with no sugar
and cream.
sketches of bearded moon
hanging with
falling fireflies
and coughing out toxic breaths.
sketches of smoke
and spirits
masking the true sound
of art.
sketches of a lady in
red, walking away
in the rain
under her cover
walking away
from the black and white
sounds, of despair
and pain
of broken heart
isn’t being alone together
better than
being apart?
and now it’s late
in the dark
and the moon is nowhere
where it should be tonight
the black is taking over
the light
of your eyes
so darling
let’s not run away
to where we can’t make roads
you stay where you at
and i’ll be gone
soon as i get a little low.
i am
black, and
exact.
no notions.
no mist.
no hail.
no judgement.
just plain, ol’
black.
whatever i hear
i swallow.
the same moment.
just as it is,
unmisted.
the smell of coffee and rain,
takes me back
it’s all white and black,
to the times simpler and sane.
i’ll be the last one leavin’,
before you close the door
& can’t scream no more,
i’ll lick your inside,
slowly sippin’,
like my hot black coffee
on a gray rainy evenin’.
Is it fear that always brings us here?
Or the voices we hear at night?
Do they speak just to make us weak?
When we seek for the light,
We twist, we fall, we crawl,
We break our hearts,
We stare, we wonder, we fear,
But we’re never apart,
And in the space between the stars,
We take it one small step too far,
We make promises and break our hearts,
I don’t want us to get lost in the dark,
Strange things happen but only few,
Where it’s going to lead I wish we knew,
Black roads ahead and without any clue,
We move on embracing the blue..
I’m the one whom you see,
When you look up, across the seas,
Spreading and protecting everyone, even you,
Like a shelter for all, not just for a few…
I’m the one where the birds fly,
Looking for food when their babies cry,
Where the airplanes take people away,
Passing through clouds as it swiftly sways…
I’m the one who holds the clouds,
Showering blessings when they shout out loud,
The blessings for farmers whose fields are dry,
I answer them with my teary cries…
I’m the one where light resides,
The heat which keep cold besides,
Where the stars twinkle at night,
Making beautiful patterns for every different sight…
Such natural wonders I show you,
There are many, not at all few,
People ask me who am I,
I’m everything and my name’s Sky…
As the years go on passing by,
I would surely not tell a lie,
New things I own and old went away,
To the lost place now where they lay…
Now I’m the one who is black,
In nature now I truly lack,
Smoke is all over me,
I’m burning now in tragedy…
I’m the one where chimneys glow,
Blanketing me, now the light is low,
Where the birds now come to die,
Without kissing their young-ones goodbye…
I’m the one who holds the waste,
Constantly changing my old taste,
I’m the witness of battles and wars,
Of the firing tanks and blown-up cars…
Such human wonders I show you,
There are many, not at all few,
People ask me who am I,
I’m nothing and my name’s ……
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