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/