posted May 21, 2016 12:43 PM
I’ve put a distance where my voice can’t be heard
I’ve put some walls where my face can’t be seen
I’ve said I’ll come back when the night goes down
The night came away like a dreamI’ve sold my soul to the highest bidder
I’ve been cheap to the mistress I’ve held in regard
And I’ve said” baby I’m a stone cold lover”
But the lover became a memory
I’ve been a martyr for a cause that wasn’t mine
I’ve been a soldier for a war that was never won
And I’ve been the black sheep, the seventh son
The one whose glories are defeats
I’ve been a butcherer of passions never claimed
I’ve been the shrink who made souls insane
I’ve been the priest who soothe demons untamed
But I never tamed the demon inside
I sang psalms for an angel in disguise
I recited hymns for our lustful times
I made a prayer to my one-time lover
Saying “may god put love unto thee”
I was Krishna for the Indian goddess
Who was the queen of pagan madness
That disease put men on the grave
I was the only who had the cure
I was a sailor of the seven seas
I was a Syrian, a refugee
Who drifts from a nightmare I can’t escape
And there's no home for me to stay
Now I’m a poet writing his longing
After I’ve learned how long
I left her bed, and never come back
She asked for more, She knew it was for sure
I said I’ll return, when the night goes down
Tonight I’ll surely come
Lindaland
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posted May 21, 2016 12:43 PM
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