Pieces of My Heart

Unspoken alibis of flaming verses swim amongst the crimson hemoglobin waves that hold captive my soul in its mortal grave of drenched pulsating capillary curses. Overcasted excuses of autumn morns try to reflect the light buried in your eyes; yet, the broken prism trapped within the skies occults the rays of truth that were once adorned. Your dulcet melodies no longer enchant the plasmic dunes within my cerebral plant of detoxed emerald photosynthesis. And yet, tomorrow's dawn will shade what once was -this fierce catastrophe of "why's and because..." where the answers repose in nature's abyss.

When will the rays of the solar kingdom char the blue seas of epidermal wisdom? When will peace reign amongst humanity or be engulfed by its own insanity? Does the sterling beacon within your eyes plant seeds of hope or irreversible lies? Will we ever discover what is "truth" or will we keep on belittling the youth? Yet, when will enough truly be enough when the strong falter and the weak become tough? When will my face of euphoric wrinkles remove its mask to reveal dismal crinkles? Rhetoric thoughts plague my cerebral state causing literary wars of love and hate. And my struggle you cannot comprehend nor find the beginning nor the very end. Will I learn how to die before I live or learn how to forget before I forgive? Where will the vernal gust drag me to next, a religious monument or divine text? I'm not sure if peace will finally reign or if wisdom will eradicate the pain. For the inked plume can only shed such tears while mine drain my screams of solitary fears. My one wish is for you to understand that beneath my suffrage, I am just a man.   

The cardinals soar freely through the liberated air away from hollow treaties of territorial claims. Courageous flights above lands of insignificant names execute the elected drones of the skies sans warfare.  Crimson plumes of hope fall upon crowds of civilians that welcome the hopeful fallout amongst their respected who throw up their arms with joy knowing they've been detected as a nation built on unity, love, and resilience.  Endless cheers of euphoria enchant the scarlet fowl who continue to distribute on their fluttering prowl remnants of their souls amongst the living and the deceased.  Guardians of the nocturnal and diurnal stages, they compose scriptures of faith upon the vapor pages that bring upon the masses Levantine downpours of peace. 

Tormented flames of radiant auburn char the lasting sentiments within me: these hollow reactions of chemistry now kissing silent walls of copper urns. Ash remembrances of forgotten cries piled upon dust and dust of ebony try to relive the yester memories of shared embraces under starlit skies.  Incarcerated reverberant plees frantically try to procure the keys that will open up the floodgates of joy.  Yet, the ardent emotions speak once more of the passionate gazes shared before when history thrived fore it was destroyed.

These plagued sentiments have expired once your recited narrative pierced my nucleus with is fire, and yet, it is you I forgive.

Once upon a time, there was a boy whose open spirit was the prime call to lower the brick fortified walls to receive alloy bullets of joy.  Yet, one day this boy was shot with love, which converted him into a man and rapidly this shot changed his plan of shooting for the bright stars above. The piercing bullet tainted his soul and made him spiral out of control into a new never-ending trend. He now attempts to stitch up the wound with his battered hands of dark maroon so this chapter won't be dubbed THE END. 

Below the lustrous waning gibbous I tried to inaugurate an “us” that would live for all eternity. My efforts failed once my soul awoke and before my mirror my God spoke “Love is simply you, you who are me."

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Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika, Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo, Yizwa imithandazo yethu, Nkosi sikelela, thina lusapho lwayo. R.I.P. Madiba .

Mallika Sherawat speaking about the life of women in India and standing up for the truth.