It is so different now. Not at all what it used to be. By just opening the eyes, Could wriggle off the demons From eating me alive. Yes, that was all it required, then To feel safe again, by just waking up. Now, These dances of the demons That are seen in broad daylight With the eyes wide open, May need to shut the eyes and Twine them tight to keep The raging forms at bay. For, seeing is believing and Not seeing is another Shabby ploy at a denial of sorts. Something as good or rather that Bad as a dog running with the Tail tucked in between the legs. Baritone, once so rich and Full of fortitude, that used to Calm down stricken hearts, Mimics, the bleats of incoherent tones, High in octaves, like the strung up Chords of a dying lute. A spectacle, past the prime A lame rerun, of an eroded pomp And, closing the eyes, is What I need to do now.
Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Much time has passed, now and then When incited by your furtive glance I asked myself for the first time Was this that one stroke of chance? Much time has passed, now and then When I dared to hold your