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If it wasn’t truly normal

Hearing voices out of nowhere,

If I couldn’t catch you falling,

As I mend our broken promise,

If I didn’t know my calling –

Death would seize your fragile aura.

 

You are seeking noble justice,

And the strength of earnest passions,

Dreaming of discovering the eyes

You will allow yourself to fall in love with –

Mutually,

Brazenly,

Unconditionally…

 

Striving always, never reaching,

Begging Heavens for the answers

While your hope is blind and tragic

Almost lost in lost compassion

Yet still sparkling in its essence

Full of lucid iridescence,

Shielded from above.

 

Soon, in front, exhausting challenge…

Worn off, tired, and in shambles,

Grieving hard from tribulations

Tried for treason and temptations

Judged for a dream to find the magic

Shocked to hear the truth of Heaven:

“If you don’t accept what’s in you

Seeing scars as your true glory

Feeling worthy of ambitions

While assuming every turning,

Then, true love will turn destructive

Even if divine and honest,

It won’t reach the shining wholeness

Blocking sparks of real fondness

Making life completely worthless,

Washed out, fleeting, never present,

Tiny, painful, stripped of presents

Stealing joy and burying presence

Never gifting true embracement.”

 

Yet your men are flawed and dreadful

Carried only by temptations

Superficial, selfish egos

Inept facing a pure lady

Reaching only for the panties

Never open, condescending,

Only taking, never giving

With amusement, yet abusing,

Seeing a toy.

But not a human.

 

Always showing their advantage,

Playing games without attachments,

Thrilled from vulgar, lustful feelings –

Just another archetype.

 

Passing issues, passing sickness

So aroused and so impatient

Switched off heart, removed from being

Men implant you with their demons

Spiders crawl to fill your psyche,

While you stare into the vastness

Soon dissolving in the mirror

Of your devastated dreams.

 

No salvation. Pure resentment.

Vicious yearnings. Condemnation.

Through detachment, you escape.

 

Your soul hides as she’s tormented 

And unable to confront 

Complex pains, intense incursions, 

Filling body with contempt, 

As reality descends 

Into a struggle of existence, 

With no chances to transcend.

 

That’s how troubled my wild visions –

Flood of filth in repetitions…

Bedroom’s losing truthful magic,

In the madness, through obsession,

No one’s guilty, witness treasure,

Pouring love with no pretensions,

Vowing honestly intentions,

All night long alone neglected.

 

Closed away in a void of sorrow,

Under sheets insanely crying,

Trapped alone inside the darkness.

It would never disappear.

 

From ourselves, we may be hiding

Finding troubles (stoked by lightning);

That’s the truth of what is in you,

All these conflicts might just kill you.

 

On your quest for a collision, 

Captivated by desires,

You talk only to the mirror 

But not ever to yourself…

 

Lost in a true rebellious excitement,

Bedeviling reality and fantasies,

Pretending to comprehend the feelings,

Entangled in a web of lies,

So scared of not conforming,

Conceding to abuse,

Abandoning affection,

Recklessly in ecstasy,

Immersing in pure misery,

Possessed by plain repugnance,

Delightfully embracing

The twisted joy of this disturbing journey.

 

As we both

Took roads less traveled,

 

I witnessed how you dared to step into the reality

Beyond accustomed comprehension

While the storm invaded your soul;

 

I saw how you crossed the bridge 

Into the forbidden land,

Escaping your protective garden;

 

But I also saw how adamant you were

In pushing me away,

 

So who am I to try to save you from yourself?