Sought After, City Not Abandoned. Obedience is the new great revolution,. In a world of misinformation. Where discourse can only corrupt. Your sense of right and wrong. To have a say on everything. And your supposed relevance lies. In the strength of of your opinions,. To hear a Greater Voice. Your need to feel important. Getting mixed up in the fray.

Two tablets of stone weigh me. I dream of the sky. She asked me to dream. Wanted me to believe more. Than I could see or hear. What we hear and see distracts. From what is true and real within.

If I could think beyond the metaphor. Of the healing wound that you are. A lesion in the heart,. An injury of the soul. Your name is a scab,. I pick and I pick and I pick. When the pain can be endured. But the itch cannot,. I say your name again. If only to keep the wound afresh,. If only to keep you.

I sat across from my therapist as she smiled at me. Sometimes Mothers Make Us Leave Our Own People For Survival. You had cleaning ladies that came to your house every week.

L watched you last night. I watched time bend to endless. With each stir of your spirit. In the perfection of your silence. Deserves the soft of your cheek. At rest on my chest,. Or the taste of your breath. Sees the light in me. There was always enough magic. To hold us until dawn;.

My heart longs for your devotion. Distance sweeps across me like coarse winds across the plain. Agony nestles its way through hollows which become occupied by restless thoughts. A loved heart finds it rest in the heart of its beloved. The true labour of love is the peace it brings amongst its company. When I long for you.