Muttering voices

"Scribbling Utterances"  I will tell you things that I hear myself say Things said in between silence and darkness Watching your despair grow so tall and huge like the walls in your room. Who could hear when you scream so loud? Is every cry meant to be that loud? The intensity draws strokes of the tongue Than acceptance and help The errant hope you once had Feels so slippery at your every attempt to grasp it You sit forlorn waiting for the darkness you so dread. The list waits but you write and wait Scribbling utterances as they come Hoping to read each line, At that other end of time.

 " When all hell let loose" What will be has begun, Fate is what we walk into as we return, Every chapter has a story, Which we keep flipping till we meet the end. Arguments, worries, fear, Sink like stones within your soul That fall and never rise again. Belief, breath, hope Hover over the sky Reluctant to set feet on the earth they once admired. You begin to count your loss For in this, you hope to gain true knowledge of yourself, Or know why you feel so estranged. Laughter dies prematurely in between your smothering smiles Your eyes stretch afar looking into nowhere Begging sweet memories to return.

 " Love on Sloppy grounds" Distant mother, your hand Walked me down lonely paths To pick seeds of sorrow   Sown in the days love was at its peak of excitement One seed smelt like promises that failed The other like passion on the bed of deceit You kept quiet while, I, an indigent child Picked pain like nuggets on a sloppy valley Every grasp injected me with your own malady Until I began to walk silently like you We not holding hands again  Walking differently on similar paths silently. Until it was time to embrace the fate Your shrill voice broke into our cherished silence, "Silence is an immortal response to all forms of pain" I swallowed something bitter and walked head on. 

  "Yours in Everything"  I sit forlorn in the dark, Guiding my thoughts to return, To the ways of sweet memories and you, Hoping to find all that we left behind. Like the soothing touch of your hands on my troubled soul, Or the river-like calmness your laughter brings when it fades away, I recall these and walk further into: Your silence as your listened to my dreams Like a child charmed by a fairytale, To the time, you bent your ears to listen to the sound of my kisses on your neck, And you leaped like flames to embrace me. That morning before this nostalgic night, With bags set for a journey, Tears withstood the passion in my eyes, I tried to muster a word but I needed your touch. This one touch that leads to everything... Though we seem apart from eachother, It shouldn't part the ways of our heart, You should hang our memories on your walls like I do, Every stare will stir fervently our longing for everything we share. Your in Everything .

" Ambitions and the Dead"  The cold night breeze gently blows And tosses aside this black shroud Unveiling shadows trying to hide their true frames From a world they have lost touch with. Strangers, you might want to call them Held bound in a twisted faith. Straining to reach a light Shining far away in the horizon. Quietness sits calmly in this darkness While thoughts war with eachother Outburst, screaming and screeching sounds Like wheels out of control on a highway. The man lies there without life His heart wrenched by a famished spirit Living within his bossom Starved by his quest to be and to have  Death is a path way to a long dark silence Of the human soul, and its freedom From all the chains he put on himself In his quest to be like the living he dreads

  " Flip me Like a Book" I want to craft tiny smiles on your face, Whenever we cuddled together and spoke in deep low tones, Listening to the vibrations of our hearts. Your eyes saw through my thoughts like a plane glass, Of all the wishes I wished we could do, Unknown to us was how much we looked alike inside. The fire in your eyes spellbound the one in mine, We blinked, turned aside and smiled, Then looked again but it still rages. I let my hands trace the contours of your ebony body, Awed by the artistry of the beauty that sits on your skin, And the radiant smile that cocoons me into your embrace. I trembled as my fingers caressed your hips, But you threw your thighs around mine and pulled me closer, Closer I guess kicks fear out of the door. I asked you to flip me like a book until each page exhaust you, You took my hands placed them under your cheek, And you said, "Flip my mine first, because it is nothing different from yours"

 "Road to Hell" Now everything we began has ended, The stereo no longer plays our favorite tune, The sweet memories we created were erased, Immediately we turned our backs on them. The darkness of tonight has barricaded light, Placing a chasm between sorrow and joy, So this gloomy wind blows on the land, Tossing and turning out our hidden secrets open. I strolled out of my hut to look through the darkness encircling me, To see if I can find any footprints retracing the pathway to my abode, But my eyes couldn't see beyond the darkness within me, So I staggered back to the defeat I left behind. You left at the heat of midday, With the fragments of my promises to you, I broke them in my haste to fulfill another I made before you came, So you actually rejoiced over another's war trophy as yours. Don't think my heart as stone, They are still tender as the feet of a dead baby, I still long for you like a besetting sin, Holding on to my only road to hell.  In life, do de...