7.11.2006
The Old and New
Forgiveness Hides
by Kal A
On every page pictures dwell
Of teary words in musty smell
My books are here, and live to tell
As he follows in blissful hell
Father laughs as I complain
His laughter haunts me in my sleep
In my dreams, I see him creep
Shackled, over holes I leap
I run but tumble miles deep
To ugly swamps of fog and rain
Crossing islands of weeping oak
A wretched man in a soaking cloak
Dark as coal, lite as smoke
Twisted over and swiftly broke
My gentle soul in prying vain
Forgiveness hides and lives in fear
Let me be, my father dear
So Sorry I was born a queer
The gods you pray wont make me steer
To the path of ancient wholesome saints
Weak
By Kal A
His face echoes
And his grassy eyes glitter of forbidden glare
They come closer to bringing him food
That his soul has long longed for
As he retreats into the night
So a dusty, moon lit street
Puts him in time imprisoned holes
So he can lurk in revenge
For all the un-nurtured souls
A child’s heart
Full of smiling faces
Imports the white wave
Of indistinct dreams
There he comes
Travel, into his castle
Two, tall, charming brothers
With gray shoulders
And wild eyes
They seat the child across a silvery horse
O, hills where the saint air bathes a sea of flowers
And on his soft cheek where the dew falls
Move their delicate, fearful, and enticing fingers
He feels in warmth their apprehensive breaths
Which smells of long rosy orchids?
And in which time, a tear interrupts his burning desire
Lost and Found
And then lost again
He hears their hearts heating on his back
Silence…
See in his blushed face, maps of confidence
And travels under the sea of shame
Boats of fire
All but a smile
Falls onto his face
And he keeps on loving
What he feels
© Intellectual Property. All rights reserved Kal Ajmi 2003-2006
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