The Conversation We Never Had...

The truth is that this all happened in one day. Here we have a man realizing that the jewel of his eye has turned away from him and in his last fleeting moment as her soul mate he’s trying to uncover the mystery of this stark development. Be riddled with rage, confusion and resentment over these new found potholes in the streets that he thought were paved with Gold he attempts to, for himself, requisition her for some keen answers that will satisfy his curiosities…or so he believes.

So I waited, and I waited, and I waited, and I waited and I contemplated our future or the one we thought we’d have together. That is to say that’s what we thought we’d commensurate as our endeavor. Right,…whatever.  Now, we’re taking steps down a ladder that was tougher to climb.  How I knew that one day we’d cross the forbidden line, the one that was supposed to be invisible but we managed to find. You know what, I think that we should…- never mind. Who was wrong?!?  I gave you the tunes to enhance the harmonics of your song.  I ushered in sight for the feelings you’ve now come to claim as your own.  And you turn your back on me as if you’re in a place where I never belonged???  Funny, I built and designed that house that you proclaim as your home.  So now I sit and watch those idol efforts be discarded by the oversights in the past for a future that doesn’t exist.  A solemn moment condemned to never realize its wish.  Like a shot that went up with soaring hopes to aspire a win for a team loosing more than its confidence. Now the seconds of the clock fade away with each tick.  How remiss, a sober reminder indeed.  For some reason I can’t begin to assert this as a want or more of a need. Yet my blind eyes suffer to surrender to its dying creed. I sigh with the solace settling in my mind, almost as if it were something of ease.  Dealing with the night time sky as when dusk settles into the horizon under the summer breeze. See? 

So I guess that’s the impact a woman can have on a man and his mind.

He becomes crippled with his thoughts and there's nothing more there except his own curious desires. Curiosity between the beauty that is her, and the beast that is him. A battle of entangled hearts when lovers spark their anthem while the banter fills the valleys and creeks of the park. A hybrid creation of reckless resolve and masterful art. Somber moments penetrating the sleeve of his thoughts leaving its blissful marks. In-between a reality and a dream, I hope it’s a dream that can be mastered with my vision but that would defeat its purpose. So my reality is one beset for me to penetrate and reveal the gold under this steely surface. Shades of gray scatter across the confusion providing solace as a remedy. The eruption is too much to bear as we observe this synergy. Is this what we should expect? Words imprisoned by the trepidations of our compromise and its effects. I submit my pleas before your scrutiny without options for you to reject.  Misinterpreted words that you pass for amnesty but when undressed by the heart feels nothing short of the neglect.  And its absence is something you want me to sweat???? The power of the sword is in the tongue so let your fears be the battle you’ve decided you won. What’s another war going to do us?  I’ve already divulged my fortune as well as my heart.  I was a willing victim to this deceptionist’s art.  This mirror tells a tale that lonely tears can only comprehend.  So I wrestle with this duress until she understands my struggle’s end.  It’s a cold world I whisper to myself, as I observe her riding off to bed with my friend…I guess dead men’s truths are never heard, unless its by the winds.

“A collection…” Ezeryah© Ezeryah Mhounarru 2007 

An Endless Narrative...

A vague nuance arose in her eyes as she stared into the mirror again for the first time.

Bewildered by intrigue she delivers a kiss to bestow upon her audience the affection she was denied. A crime that lovers commit incestuously at the feet of their Royal and self-righteous pride. Shelling out promises whose weight alone could swell its own Tides.

A shame she bore in the darkness of her own eyes.

“When was the last time??” her thoughts as she waltzed through the corridors of an empty Hall. There she stood the lone witness to the shelter’s deep and dreary walls.

Yet the question echoed in her mind to no end or pause.

A somber stride that reflects the nature of her new found resolve.

A willing rebel of sacrifice for the unimaginable passion the journey called.

Such a short distance to touch the soul.

Words much like their thoughts that produced no sound to recall.

“Such a bitter-sweet taste.” she whispered as her hands touched the curtain drapes.

As a soft wind trailed them through an open window to find her fragile face.

Invading the surroundings that made her feel as if she were at a distance and safe.

Looking directly into her desires and doing what it pleases and loving what it takes.

All the while her Heart is moving as rapid as her mind’s pace…

And this sensation, no this desire, this urge beacon’s upon its target until it penetrates.

"Something I can relate to now, that's it."

Sweet sounds of melancholy came with the beat/

Rain Drops Rhymed their song of war against my peace/

Washing their misconception upon empty streets/

Where men dressed like men but in the form of beasts

Still warfare yet in fields battles didn’t end there/

Turned on the news and the stench penetrated the air/

Burning into the bowels of my nostrils making me weak/

Said the brother to the sister, please stop!/

Your words are cutting too deep/

An oxymoron of strangers and stranger feats/

Her name was truth and she was destined to speak/

Met with contempt dressed in sorrow and packaged as relief/

A river of tears pouring into the troughs of the valley peaks/

Where was its end?/ chivalry died because she had no friends/

True love was up the river creek with no paddle to begin/

With the outcome or also known as the end/

Circles aren’t complete until it’s broken parts mend/

While in the mirror seal told a story of distant kin/

Where feelings mattered most and were hard to defend/

A funny tomorrow, a sunny today, a bitter memory of yesterday/

I’ve lost this war of words and what I had to say/

Attempted to retreat/

Near a symptom to a more dangerous allure/

Presupposition of a solemn truth that wasn’t to occur/

Suffocated by promises of nothing assured/

Where was the soul that beat life into submission?/

Flailing fingertips of deceptive intentions/

Each pulse intensens & its purpose spanned miles within inches/

Writing a prose that subjected its victim to its touch/

A verse riddled in its own influence and was never enough/

Her song wearing on my heart and her mark leaves its despair

Longing for her answer as if my questions were ever there/

A dance that couldn’t be followed nor matched like time/

A solo artist yet one becomes two in the eyes of the blind/

Couldn’t see the steps until we had passed that line/

A lone tune sweeps away the future and its past/

And with it me, my story, my words and my laughs/

No apologies just the misconception of how to grow grass/

Funny greens look greener when blues mixed into the mask/