Don't!

Don't look at me as if you know the reason behind my frown.
Don't think you can leverage my sorrow whenever I feel down.
Don't look at me so intently with that tainted stare.
Don't make me feel like melting when you can't know that I care.

Don't talk to me and make me feel as if you were my best friend.
Don't get any closer 'cause it's more than I can stand.
Don't let me listen to your luring whispers in my ear.
Don't try to tease me with a charisma that I do utmost fear.

Don't point at dangers if you're trying to win my heart.
Don't give me possibilities of my life where you played a part.
Don't kiss me like you've never kissed another woman before.
Don't lean against me as if you eagerly want to explore.

Don't give me chocolate when I'm wading in safe waters.
Don't try to convince me that wine tastes sweeter after.
Don't take my trembles for hindered passion brewing.
Don't move in to hear me sigh and find pleasure in my breathing.

Don't make me succumb, running your fingers through every strand.
Don't steal my soul, as you threaten to make love to me with your hands.
Don't make me let my hair down 'cause I know where this is gonna go.
Don't make me question why I hate you because you confuse me so.

Don't seduce me with your spirit, that alarms my every nerve.
Don't give me reason to crave the blind euphoria which you feel I deserve.
Don't caress the moistness of my skin beneath your fingertips.
Don't leave me in desire, carelessly, secretly pining your lips.

Don't make me swell up with laughter that brings tears to my eyes.
Don't allow me to feel comfort that you may never make me cry.
Don't speak, please have mercy, lie to me, say no truth.
Don't set my heart on fire, by saying 'I love you.'

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Faithless

Sultry dreams of night
That scale the threshold of my bed.
The faithless murmurings
Of thoughts derived but never said.
Entangled between the sheets,
The draft cold air embraces me,
Blistering my skin, knocking on my bones,
Like death had come to claim me.
If I had dreamed of lovers,
Lost, or denied, or secretly waiting,
I’d look for distant comfort
In a cave of knowledge slowly fading.

Love, lust, lies hold the same gravitational prodigy.
A cunning web of recklessness, passion and profanity.
Every night a battle to fight
The demons of Never-Never land.
The trumpet sounds, the bell chimes,
A declaration of freedom to explore Wonderland.
Soaring high, dipping low,
Reaching places never been before.
Wonder how, wonder why,
Wonder if…the case scenario.

The moon remains steadfast,
Guarding my dreams evoked by insomnia.
The nomad in my mind crosses
The void towards hysteria.
Dreams are poignant, fictitious
Makings of the Underworld.
Begrudging peace, inviting scandal,
Raping enduring souls.

7 degrees, I awaken to an icy chill.
My covers feel like glaciers,
Scathing the surface of my skin
As I lay still.
I wait as my heart beat decelerates,
My breathing returns to moderate,
Until once again I start drifting to sleep,
Sinking deep into the ocean of night.
The molecules of air surrounds me,
Picking my dreams, colliding in their plight.

In my dreams I become faithless, breathless, shameless
With the stars…my quiet audience.
Sleep forms a sanctuary for the mind,
Untouched by reality’s laborious conscience.

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Love is Death

Death is Eternal...Eternal life
Love is Peace...Even six feet underground
Death grieves you...Love leaves you.
Love steals your heart...
And feeds it to the wolves.
Death takes you when Love breaks you,
Death bleeds you when Love forsakes you.
Yet we Love and Die every day of our lives,
Each breath of life, each sigh of Death...
Keeps you Loving.

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Accidental Clause

If you had just taken that second,
To watch your hand before you tipped the glass over,
And spilt the juice over your white dress.
If you had just taken that precaution,
To look down and notice the gutter,
Before you got your heel caught between its ridges.
Then you never would’ve met the pleasant stranger,
Who offered you his kerchief to wipe off the stain,
And kneeled down to free your shoe from its restraint.
If you had looked back over your shoulder,
In desperate measure to flag down the empty taxi,
That had rushed past you without giving you a chance.
If you had stapled your papers they would not have wavered,
Blown by the rush of wind following the insensitive taxi driver,
Who had not even given you a second glance.
Then you never would’ve met the pleasant stranger,
Who ran after your papers and reorganized the whole pile,
And offered you a ride that was out of his way about twenty miles.
If you had known it was going to rain,
You would’ve brought an umbrella,
To keep you dry till you reached your destination.
If you had known it was going to pour,
You would’ve stayed at your post until the droplets cleared,
To save you from probable pneumonia.
Then you never would’ve met the pleasant stranger,
Who gave you his raincoat to shelter you from the rain.
And bought you hot chocolate at the nearest café.
You’ll never learn the tricks of the trade,
You’ll never know what’s right unless you feel it,
You’ll never ask the questions if you don’t want to know the answers,
You’ll never see the light unless it blinds you,
You’ll never feel the breeze until it hits you,
You’ll never know an accident until it happens,
You’ll never find the pleasant stranger if you look for him...
He finds you.

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Words

Where do words come from?
An intellectual spot at the back of the mind?
A creative space in the forefront of the imagination?
Words used as weapons of mass destruction.
Words used as realms of sheer seduction.
How do words enunciate?
With the roll of the tongue.
The accent on the lips.
With the form of the mouth.
And the emphasis of the teeth.
Words used as inklings of semi-conscious dreams.
Words used as footsteps to destinations up-stream.
When do words mean more than literacy?
Beats in sync with typesets and keys.
Warmth of infinite clauses in unison with ABCs.
Words used in tandem with tangent visibility.
Words used in action with surreal compatibility.
Black and white notes with words on paper.
Scarlet notes on the surface without disclaimer.
Words in lieu of tapered inertia.
Words subdued in diabolic hysteria…

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