Lost Soul
Down in a chilled morning, set a maturing tree
With observant eye and ancestral believes
Within a moderate atmosphere under clouded sky
Listing to sounds of nature, how jealous it was, he would dance and hum with the wind
Just how you wish to rhyme and spoil that passion in you
Is the music in you, you wish to let out. The poetry in you, you always write
The doubts in you, you have always wanted to swallow
That pride in you, which depletes your confidence
Those nightmares from thy feeling, that feeling from those memories,
Memories from thy thoughts, those thoughts from regrets,
And regrets straight from decisions
Life is stepping two times faster than you,
Time is not your friend you can’t venture with it
Nature is your mother, will groom your instinct the hard way
Put thy soul in these holy waters, your intuitions will reveal your Goddess.
How tired you are of your wrong decisions, how tired you are of that fear
You just want to blow it away because you miss home these days
Your talent got you praying loud in silence with words
Words to lines, lines to stanzas and poetry was born
Born within passionate soul with ambitious Faith that formed an Artistic hope
And so said the Oracle, “The new sun shall rise, a King shall be crowned
After the eclipse, after the dark moon, rains will wash off the sickness
The air will be restore and come cleanse, birds with soothing melodies
Soil popping veg, ground turning green, skin glowing as light as the isolated stones
But time will never betray its culture, precious belt of the Israel’s.
The black gold, city of chrome, cause of platinum
With dark iron stones, under the shades of fruity braches
Where summer never ends, where winter is just a mere dry season
Where morning in spring feels like a new year
Where East looks like west when the Sun rises
And West would appear like East when the Sun sets
Where nature has remained the only honest man I have ever met
And the sky would stay the only loyal Beauty I know
Just like that pumping Rose within your ribcage
Just like that hope that’s holding your faith
Did you know though? That the hard way is the right way?
Did you hear about Family and blessings?
Do you care about thy glorious man, in thy flash?
Do you wish to grow company of regrets?
You see am curious, you see, maybe I have been in thy room before, you see
God would build your eyes to see the world
And gods would grant you vision to build pyramids.
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