Homeless

Please hold me, I’m drowning in the ocean of my own tears,

The tsunami has destroyed my mystic world,

Which was the only home for lovers stoners and loners,

Where whites and blacks were the same,

Where nobody was judged, nobody was criticised,

And nobody was told to leave his soul addiction,

Where light was used to fill the cracks and heal the bruises,

Where hands in hands made so many sceneries,

Where teardrops weren’t more than beautiful diamonds,

Where you were always there to satisfy my desire and cravings,

Where I gave birth to your tot, a piece of your soul,

Where you drank wine from my lips every night,

Where we took vows, and walked miles barefoot,

Holding hand in hand,

.. where’s that land?

Why I got abandoned?

Why you left me with your stories and your smell on me?

Why lord? 

why you called him?

And made me a homeless.

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8 thoughts on “Homeless

  1. Please hold me, I’m drowning in the ocean of my own tears,
    – Come close, I will assuage your fears

    The tsunami has destroyed my mystic world,
    – To the vestiges of sadness, you have been hurled

    Which was the only home for lovers stoners and loners,
    – Now the cosmos has become their owners

    Where whites and blacks were the same,
    – And we lived out loves like a poker game

    Where nobody was judged, nobody was criticised,
    – And no terror or malevolence could be prised

    And nobody was told to leave his soul addiction,
    – For such a thing was seen as no affliction

    Where light was used to fill the cracks and heal the bruises,
    – Where loss is peace, and only the winner loses

    Where hands in hands made so many sceneries,
    – Landscapes, jungles, lush and fervent greeneries

    Where teardrops weren’t more than beautiful diamonds,
    – And agonies dissolved amongst the high mounts

    Where you were always there to satisfy my desire and cravings,
    – Salving me, and from temptation forever saving

    Where I gave birth to your tot, a piece of your soul,
    – A thing of beauty, duality, a thing of the whole

    Where you drank wine from my lips every night,
    – Where we staggered, drunken in our own blinding light

    Where we took vows, and walked miles barefoot,
    – Where we planted seeds, and laid ourselves to root

    Holding hand in hand,
    – Has that turned to sand?

    .. where’s that land?
    – This was not planned.

    Why I got abandoned?
    – My broken soul stunned

    Why you left me with your stories and your smell on me?
    – What is this brutal cosmic conspiracy?

    Why lord?
    – Which desolate chord?

    why you called him?
    – Turning light grim

    And made me a homeless.
    – Lost in the endless mirages.

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      1. No, it was impossible without you! Yin-yang; duality; you wrote the overture, I wrote the finale! It was more than just inspiration – you planted the beautiful seeds and I then watered them 🙂

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