Faint is my expression, out of breath, chastised and drowned in whirl pools of confusion. Neither here nor am I there, in the clouds or the bottom of the ocean, whirl pools of confusion. A year be a day, an hour be what it shall be, I have missed you for almost a month… selah; I hear stories about you, even what you did yesterday, you remain legend and myth Alive or Dead, water and oil, I mix it and see your face in all of this confusion. Young Cubs are the pride of their Patrons, Exile comes on the dawn of their glory. Exile came before the dawn, darkness prolonged its stay till it was gone, the sky woke up with the roar of my yawn, Patronage, dotage, the ranks that I have joined. You are still my patron dear Father, I search for you even though….
I ask you to bring many things When you plan to visit me I search for those expectantly Forgetting the speech of your eyes And miss your presence The glowing rainbows and the blue sky You created in my room
Hearts are stars lost in a tango- between the moon and the sun. Stuck between parallel worlds- they only shine to a smiling moon only to die for a burning sun. Love is an eclipse of a sparkling moon standing
I’m up shit creek, this time, Granddad. My madness Isn’t paying off like it did, When I made her happy and Delirious, in love. I look Up to the clouds, hoping that You are, at least, there to Listen. I