Dancing Again

Dancing together on a cloudless night,

As the stars sweetly whisper hums of love to her.

The heart that beats on drums of romance

Has finally joined the heart that soars among the stars.

They parted once in this lifetime,

Then met again dancing among the clouds of the other life.

© A Furious Child

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Poetry

To me,

Poetry is an image,

An illustration that captures a moment

In the midst of Time,

For it takes the momentary

Through words and sounds,

And resurrects it back to Life and Perception.

It is the Concept and the Voice

Of men and women

Who announce to the world

What stirs the cores of their souls

And the sensations of their physiques,

Through which, they dissolute

All boundaries of Time, Space, and Mind,

For it is true Inception.

It is the tale told

To you and me,

And to the thousands of years to come.

It enchants all with the art of expression,

Enveloping and liberating the minds

With plots, characters, and speeches,

And with messages and themes,

Though some are hidden in the core,

Traces can lead to

Every corner of the universe.

Poetry is my…

Love.

Passion.

Soul.

© A Furious Child

Tick-Tock

As minutes tick by,

I long for you,

Your touch, your kiss,

And in every waking moment,

I dream of you…

© A Furious Child

Caged II

Absurdly locked in a cage,

Unable to spread my wings and fly

To roam a world full of happiness and hope,

To sing the melodies of imprisonment and freedom.

All around me are the possibilities of Good and Evil,

Yet I can't but stare at the hopelessness

Of my feathers and bones

To launch against the chains and bars

Of my silver cage.

© A Furious Child

Caged

When will we be free?

Caged and afraid,

We wait, our cries unheard,

Our prayers floating up to

Finally be returned, accepted.

We die, one by one,

Yet we live on in Heaven.

© A Furious Child

First... Silence... Last...

I can almost see you in the door frame,

Peering towards me,

Eyes piercing my soul,

Wondering where had that child gone...

The child that once, wanton with joy,

Slept like a skeleton of the dark ground,

Only awakened by your presence,

Wanton again, red-cheeked again, lively again,

For you were her world, and in that world,

There were no lies, no worries, and no fears,

There was sunshine that came from you and her.

Her innocence was always too much to comprehend,

For she was too a little naughty devil,

With feathers of silver that shone in the blue light of the moon,

When kisses were waiting,

And sighs were held within their chests.

Now you stand there,

Wondering where she'd gone,

For you never knew you loved her,

You held another for years in your heart,

Transparent to her

To whom your heart strings played their songs of passion

While the echoes of those musical notes

Frosted the burning flames of a first love,

Slashed the little walls and arteries

Of a foolish childish heart

That accepted and foresaw

The ringing bells of blissful happiness of two lovers...

She did bury all remains of that first love and that little heart.

Just so you can come back

With those persistent questions and piercing eyes

And haunt her fragile core and stony shield

Fracturing her once more and leaving her stranded

For the seven words she dreamt of

Since she began to comprehend existence and love...

"I love you!"

"Will you marry me?" he whispered.

. . .

Silence was all that either heard.

© A Furious Child

The Reason

Once, I thought love existed,

For in a home of warmth I lived,

In stolen kisses and softness of language,

In affectionate gazes and body language.

I remember once my father

Brushed a kiss on my mother's lips

While I was playing spiritedly on her lap,

I believed then that they loved each other.

A few years passed that fondness,

And I was witness of a horrid moment,

When my father raised an arm of steal

To hit my mother fallen down her feet.

Standing between them I cried,

"Please don't hit her. Daddy, please!"

At that moment, in darkness he turned away,

And out the door, he left us both.

Exploding in tears and sobs, my mother said,

"He never wanted to hurt me, Oh dear child,"

And from that moment on, my heart began to break,

And in love or marriage I never believed again.

When and if people ask me why

Don't I ever wish to marry?

I shall ask them to read

Words written in blood and tears.

© A Furious Child