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Oh Dear

My head’s in the clouds,
My head’s in the clouds once again

I’m looking, but I’m not really looking
I’m listening, but I’m not really listening
To anyone or anything around me.

‘Cause I’m not even sure why I’m here,
Oh dear,
I’m here again.

My head’s up in the clouds once again,
Mhmmmmmm

It seems that everyday, I struggle through the same pain
Of living life once again
A circle spiraling
Over and over,
Once again.
I’m here again.

Mhmmmmmm

Now my head’s in the clouds
My head is up in the clouds once again.
My dear,
My baby, oh dear.

Are you looking, are you really looking
Or listening
To anyone or anything around you?

When your head’s in the clouds,
When your head’s up there in the clouds
There’s nothing and nowhere.
Just time and space,
Between you and I,
Just ‘being’
Up in the clouds once again,
My dear, oh dear.

Shadows

Fear,

It hath no mercy.

Fear,

Lingering above me

As darkness scour along the plastered walls, like the tides of sea.

A sea of shadows, crashing along the shores of my spirit.

Taking everything, but my fears.

It’s as if I’ve stumbled upon an abyss

Exposed to nothing but the shadow of me.

A shadow of me.

My shadow.

Me.

 

Chasing

The person who I used to be

Chasing.

Hopelessly

Screaming questions that can never be answered truthfully.

Yet these screams continue to fill my head, echoing through these hollow grounds.

Taking over everything, but these fears.

Walking along the planes of darkness,

A solitary martyr marches forward, shadowed by me.

A shadow of me.

My shadow.

Me.

 

Anger

Whispers, softly.

Anger

Smiles at me benevolently.

“Don’t worry my child,” she said, “As you can see

I am still with thee, so please do not leave me be.

I will fight these fears that scare thee.

Through darkness or dismay

I shall walk with thee for eternity.

I’ll be there, like a shadow.”

My shadow…

Me.

 

Ryoki Faoltiama – The City in Chains

A White Dove

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As she talked to me

Her eyes started to tear.
And at times the words of her voice were unclear.
My mind floated to dream of heaven, I chose not to hear.
The things I did, I apologise, so sincere.
I grabbed her hair from ear to ear,
We kissed ever so violently, I thank you my dear.

Although she pushed and shoved,
I held tighter to her love.
Gripping the neck of the white dove.
A burning passion, so deep, yet I stared above
Afraid to have looked into her eyes, in fear of
Demise as she suffocated in the lies of true love.

My heart started racing as I grew impatient
To fill my body with an unholy yet divine sensation.
Ostracised from any emotion,
She was smothered in a deceitful concoction.
Shattered, on both hands and knees, she cries in subjugation.
I held her near, only with love but no devotion.

 

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The Plight of Flight

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The clouds, they glisten in the light.
The engines roar, I listen, as they boast their might.
Voices, they whisper, echo through the chamber of fright.
While demons quiver and shiver in cold delight.

The air grows stale, chilled, by the frosty night.
Yet somehow I’m thrilled by this dreadful and eerie sight.
The faces of fear and panic, praying for a savior, a knight.
My spine a-tingling, ecstatic, filled with delight.

Their screams of anguish resonate as we descend in our plight.
They’re unable to fixate on the beauty of this night.
“Oh, glory! Oh, glory!”, my heart yearns, suffering blight.
My smile grows, my body churns, “Oh, such great delight!”.

Claims of innocence and regret, demanding for their lives outright.
Though innocence is a tale to offset one’s own spite.
Alarming bells ring, taunting me and my appetite,
“I can be the savior and give them peace,” such delight.

One by one the screams are silenced in this chamber of fright.
Only laughter and sirens left to echo in the night.
Stains they splatter, the work of a demonic sprite.
I bid you adieu as I lather in this delight.

 

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Sin Cities

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To sit here alone and wonder
Of all the times that are no longer.
Amidst the strangers who never ponder,
The somber satisfaction of sin for which we all hunger.
To sit here alone and wonder of time,
More over,
Of all wickedness yet to come, coming closer and closer.

Many are done with no conscious intentions,
Though retention of expectation lead the pathway to condemnation.
For all we know the provided attestation
Conceal the truth, aberration.
I’m only a man with no intention,
I’m only a man with raging emotion.

So what is it that makes me, a mere man, a part of humankind?
What is it that makes us beings so human?

But as foretold, I’m only a man with a raging emotion
With no answer to the question.
A mere man with no intention
But to read the motion of the current situation.

All I can tell, and tell so well.
That as a man, a mere man who lives in a cell,
I live my life according to the signalling echoes of a work bell,
Bound to a system we all know too well.

We are only so much as beings who are obliged.
Obliged to abide a list of rules imposed by those we chose to decide.
Yet as time goes on we continue to wallow in pride.
An ironic foundation to what is truly desired.

Day by day they continue to lead.
Tugging and lugging us through excessive greed.
The inordinance of our wants turns it to a need,
And once this surpasses our capabilities, that need turns into greed.
That final form of transformation is why I worry, so now I plead.
For human kind, I plead,
To take heed
Of what accentuates our downfall that hinders our seed.

As a man I try to act in a way that I must,
Limited by rules imposed by those we chose to trust.
Not ever knowing,
Until I started growing,
That those we trust have robbed control of our lust.
But now I see,
How far it may be,
Sex, drugs and monetary power control our society.
It seems now that all hope has been lost for every one of us
Haunted, succumbing to sin until we crumble to dust.

As I’m sitting here, surrounded by strangers, at a time of adversity
Someone out there has justified fatality.
Yet I continue to sit here basking in the fluorescent sun of my city,
Deafened by my soul screaming, “I envy! I envy!”
I envy all of those who live life in such luxury,
I envy all those with beauty and elegancy.
I envy all of those who live, love and laugh with sincerity,
I envy all of you who don’t suffer during this calamity.

Now it seems that the burning flame of hope
Dwindles so briskly as we mope.
Given nothing else but a hanging rope
While they peer down from their pedestal to cut a swath.
As the blood of the innocent is shed to broil their broth.
Ashamed to say that we’re slipping down a slope,
Watching all the victims suffering unable to cope.
Afraid to say that you and I, both, have succumbed to sloth.

At times like these it’s so sad to see
The righteous of righteous men prosecuted for mutiny.
The ones that we chose to trust flourish so fruitfully,
While the majority grow desperate, struggling in the community.
So why, please tell me why has it come to be?
That my heart tells me that I should also show some sympathy
Towards the selfish who’ve grown so fruitfully.
Agonized by deep sincerity,
My heart tells me, “They’re humans too, but consumed by gluttony.”

I finish my coffee, the drug I choose to take,
As I think of all the horrors that causes man to tremble and shake.
Wrath, in every nation, causing our earth to quake.
There’s no wonder why too many hearts are filled with ache.
We ache not only from fear or sadness,
A population growing with depression, it’s madness,
But also ache from anger and hate that satiates malice.
Yet they stand atop their towers, no compensation, satisfied with their status.

I make my way back to the cell that I call home,
Still pondering these thoughts of our manaic syndrome.
Hoping that I am wrong and misread the intention,
Hoping I’m wrong, started praying for their redemption
To lead us away from our sinful abomination.
Praying for there to be a God, “Guide us to salvation.”

 

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Untitled (Awake)

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I awake.
Although it is silent,
This was no escape.

There’s a lingering sadness within my chest
An everlasting torment to keep me from rest.
And at best,
I lie towards the heavens to guide me away from what I detest.

My mind’s spiraling,
Down into an abyss of the unknown.
Yet somehow
My mind knew,
That it’s a place that I should never go…
Or is it a place that I already know?

I cower in my wake
As I see myself kicking and screaming
While desperately scraping my way back to the surface.
Starving for a breath of air.

I pull myself up from the edge,
And look down through the tunnel of my despair.
I take a deep breath,
Then I awake.

 

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