Poems and Musings

Pondering silently in nocturnal fame Where fervor swells to fan an internal flame A nighttime admiration, for the daybreak ahead Until it mightily dominates and leaves darkness for dead For awakening early is merely noctambulant foreplay Whose intentions are clear - to steal the vigor of day

Succumb to starry nights, for breeze-brushed skin and celestial spangles gift a solace anchored in tranquility Surrender to temperate mornings, for warm rays and nature’s delicate embrace bestow refuge and serenity And in between … Yield to the thunderous roars of the heavens and forceful downpours striking terra firma, because even in their terror a comfort can be found A comfort whose volume goes unmuted Whose vibration evokes a commotion louder than the fracas that preceded it To awaken dormant feelings, and inspire emotions once unjustly hushed.

Deep within rapture, we dream of torment - with its frigid fingers peeling away at our fragile fantasies  Subdued in torture, we hope for a blissful escape - to nurture our nightmares and safeguard our darkest secrets  A never-ending duality that, through its haphazard patterns, makes us more than simply recognize and react  An apathetically designed paradox that forces us to dictate what it means to be human  That we are more than rational beings It makes us slip off the veil of objectivity  It makes us forget absolute truths It makes us feel It makes us, us.

Heartstrings play to fervidly devise a hot-blooded harmony. You handle the pitch and I the rhythm. To ravenously push towards magnetic melody. You handle the range and I the meter. Stroking chords in chaotic contour. To climax anent an intimate opus. 

A whisper firm, divination blurred. A silence loud, it belts unheard. An embrace of peace, the fortress falls. From deep within, a sacred brawl. Pitting holy and sin, to once more struggle. In a lustful exchange of tender trouble.