Tale for the lonely ones..

I feel the slight brush of cold that leaves a slight mark to my face

May it be the coldness or may it be as we are  lonely ?

The only touch we receive is the cold air that brushes on our faces

A touch that leaves us blushed with color but it shall fade away like all the others.

The warmth of my own hands remind me of others

I, as cold as ice fills my melting stomach with warmth

An illusion for only us, the  lonely ones to understand

My own hands give the illusion that it is the touch of an other when only it is mine.

Hands that have laid in one position and noting more

Connected to a body that cannot recognize differences anymore

Differences if I is our own or others ?

We touch ourselves ever so slightly to imagine it is another’s warmth

Imagination is all thelonely ones are left with

We imagine that we are alone, & that we are surrounded by others

Closing our eyes imagining a world that only exists in our own heads or when the curtains close

Images that flash by one by one to fill the voids of the darkness.

What is a void to us and why is it so heartbreaking to the soul?

Feeling so lost and empty without a home

A home to feel love, to feel, to be with…

We crave is a home

We lay as we close our eyes and see darkness

Opening them hoping to see the light they wished for laying next to them

Instead we finally wake up to find the darkness all over again

Waking up to find an empty side

A side that is empty

Left with no imprint that may have shown someone was there

Never left, never touch, never

The lonely ones lay there by themselves alone in silence

A never ending silence that repeats its self over and over again

Wishing to hear a soft voice wake you up out of this dream

Giving you the sweet gift of the 3 words ‘I love you’

But still the dream repeats again just like a broken record and its needle.

Just like a record and the needle, they were made for each other to live in harmony

If there is no needle the record could never play for the world as it can

The record stays scratched and never played again

Left damaged by all the terrible plays its gone through.

Us the lonely ones are the record in life

When we are with our needle, we can play our songs

But when the needle is gone how are we gonna play our songs again?

We get left with scratches and can never to be played again.

To make noise for the dream that brings silence we can only do one thing

We close our eyes and dream of a scenario that can only make sense

Listening to music to create a world that doesn’t exist to us

Songs that may conjure a spell of images to pass through our thoughts

In those brief moments we can feel whole

Us the lonely ones can imagine a world where we can be loved

Images of happiness

For one second we can smile

We can be in that world when the illusion is over

Glimpsing the images of romance

Imagining someone looking at you as your hair waves in the wind

Looking at you and telling you through their eyes the love you

But that is all a dream on us can understand

As much as we want to live as that dream, it is still a dream

A dream that is so close but far away

Again we get stuck being in the void of darkness when we close our eyes

Us the lonely ones only wish for… a dream that is a warm embrace to the soul

A hand that is a warmth to the coldness

A sound that is a heartbeat

A record that is played by its needle

Me, I the lonely ones can do nothing more but dream

Dream and wish and hope to find the needle to help play my record again

A record that can play a wonderful song called       L  O. V.  E

But this record has never met her needle and can do nothing but dream once more

Soul ties is something that happens every lifetime

May it be a friend kind of love, a foe in the way

A stranger you might’ve met just yesterday

A lover who knows you in their type of way

A man or woman who has to much to say

soul ties comes in my lifetime in my days

Every lesson is learned with time

Inner thoughts, energies reflecting is mine

You feel it when the feeling is gone

Everlasting ethereal kind of bond

Felt you before I knew your name

Like déjà vu running through my veins

Crossed my path in different forms

Some bring peace, some bring storms

Karmic threads we can’t outrun

Tied by light, undone, redone

In every life, in every phase

We meet again in different ways

Soul ties is something that happens every lifetime

Soul ties, soulfully intertwined

The old man screamed so proudly he’d take someone home

When the children are crying their bellies aren’t full

I see on tv how he thinks he’s made stand

While a city of people fall deep into its land

With all the money that government has

Built off of people who want to change the past

It feels so painful to watch through a black screen

Feeling need of peace for everything fucking thing.

Chaos surrounds us, and were pleading for need

Screaming how did you kill is when we built fucking thing

I find it funny how the ones who’s struggling

Are the people who more than anyone

Yet the ones with money to save it all choose to watch the workers fall for a financial rule all

Like living soilders we play in their game, entertainment, slaves, farmers,

Mediate

Seems like the only thing that keeps me grounded

I Let it play

Tryna play it Cool while it just started

You dont understand how my mind works

Youll be spiraling down, down

Somehow, somehow I try

To keep everything right

I try to make everything feel right at night

where I lay my head in my bed.

Try to change the environment Surrounding me.

But it seemed that things try to pull me into sins I never wanted.

It's funny how.

My friends be changing and switching on you.

It's strange now. How loneliness keeps on following me.

Then this way, since I was three.

Maybe been this way since I was me, baby. Hmm.

So I try  changing it.

I wanna be on the stage with it.

I'll show my love and beauty in it.

I wanna be so strong.

So I'm gonna tell you, I'm gonna take it away.

Take deep breaths and let it float away.

Flutter away. From me.

Clear my ori

Let the orishas protect me.

May my faith be holding me strong.

Old flames

Can’t Flicker Away

Mind games

Seem to over play

Neon lights and train rides

Night our movie played

Cowboy boots

Strutting through

Sidewalks carried out memories

On that day Pictures came alive

Had you there right by my side

Was afraid to tell my truth

You were in my rear view

You will always be a picture frame

Home is where the heart lays and your head lays at rest

Thats what I tell myself to feel at ease, the calm to my storm I think?

It swirls around me as a constant

Over thinker she is with the swirling thought of her being unworthy

She weeps and sways of the lost of her soul

Something that is missing makes her loose her tune

The never ending failures of the heart

Imagine the home that speaks to you:

Your the reason I wake

To reason I breathe

With the air inside my lungs be the smoke of warm tea

Together we are safe

together we are home

I leave this warm beating heart

That can no longer be alone