Sunday 3 June 2012

If Dreams Lasted Longer :::

It stood far away,
this place I saw in my dreams,
A lowly shack built like a stilt
Reminiscing about my old days
I found myself looking through the pictures and Videos
Like flashbacks and ghosts of the present all stood around me...

However, I was visited by a familiar face I was very fond of
The gentleness of the physique
the softness of the face reminded me:
In this unfamiliar territory that i wasn't alone.
Everyone stood around gazing at him
and my smile could clearly tell that
He came here for me...

And Lo! There I was in his arms the next moment,
While only pictures of another familiar face floated around.
But that wasn't my priority tonight
All I knew was
I was safe by his side
and he was there for me...

Back rubs and our fingers slowly touched
until our palms found each other
My heart beamed if only you could see
Like a small girl seeing her crush walk towards her
Gazing together out towards the starlit skies
Butterflies were stirring up within me...

"Don't know if i could be..." the song started to play
 with loud buzzing vibrations..
Soon enough, it wasn't my dream anymore,
but my phone waking me up
for it was 6:45 pm on a saturday night!!

I AM...

I am a Gun with no Ammunition
but always ready to shoot,

I am the Feet that is bare
Always walking the extra mile,

I am the neck that has turned blue
sore from being strangled,

I am the arm that is scarred
The number of times I've cut myself,

I am the eyes that see the world
But I was born Blind,

I am the Body that is wounded,
the constant blows and battery I've received,

I am the stomach on the operation table
from the 3rd abortion and mis carriages,

I am the Lips of an Angel
that silence none when in need,

I am the faith that moved mountains
But my religion is free,

I am the camera that sees the truth
expressed in pain and reality,

I am the Music that holds meaningful lyrics
Like an art with a thousand expression,

I am the dover waiting to fly
Killed instead with no Freedom,

I am the Pen mightier than the sword
linking words together making a story,

I am the Sky above your head
unpredictable any minute,

Finally, I am the word
Braver than all words combined.

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