Sacred Passions
Lost in peril atmospheres
Loathing in sabliminal indignities
Hidden by black holed fears

"Save me", I say
As the worlds turn counter-clockwise
Sending time whirling, unwinding
To darkness, I yet foresee.

But care is not foreseen
Yet valued
A moment at a given time
Present, may we prepare to face the future

Future is not but what WILL happen
Not what we expect
Death, pain, sorrow, fear
Not to be foreseen near the truth

The sacred passions we see now
We hear, we taste, we touch
We remember, we forget
We will differentiate

We cry for our misfortunes
Lie for our freedoms
Press on past our dreary days
As lives move forward regardless

Show me why my passions are so sacred
"Help me", I cry out loud
Given the act of oneself
You serve as your sentence of life

Take yourself freely for moments
Moments which shape
Unravel and tear into
Formed into pears and oranges

Fruity is how I see it.
Casually picked from the trees and leaves
Tasted as sweet as sugar
Only to turn bitter in the end

It's you I see now
There to cover me
"Free me!", I beg
Echoes to the stars

Arches of anger
Pain of the sand in eyes
Scratching of the poison inside you
Sorrow which wipes your tears

In wishes I see
There's one which protects
Severs evil and embroidered tartness
"Love my dear boy. Love is all you need.", they whisper......

04/03/2007

Author's Note: It's something which is so deep that sometimes you really need to understand the personal battles one should need to go through just to make out all the passages. Yet, I don't see this one being that deep. I don't know. I wrote it just off the top of my head so some of it may not seem to make sense. But sometimes I think poetry can be like that. We'll see what you think of it.

Posted on 04/03/2007
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