1.
Just because he is free
Is he free?
Or just some
Emotionally coded bot?
It is a question of perspective
Whether he is even
Real or not?
Annoyingly subjective…
.
2.
Pent up feelings
Are those expressions
Of borrowed limitations
Or connivance of
Shackled frustrations
The free ones are
Being bruited as
Mere imitations…
.
3.
The rumor is that
He came
And without seeing
Owned it all
In a single gulp
But in the reflection
It seems
The devil was
Beaten to a pulp…(Juicy Juicy)
.
~Leo
1.
I am discombobulated,
enlightened , reverbrated..
and the enigma in the air
seems unsolvable, thoughts deviated..
I sense a renaissance.
.
.
2.
Have I always been like this?
or, there is something that has
always been there, yet amiss?
Is it just perchance, an illusion
or, is it really what I wish?
Anyway….I see a spider over my head.
.
.
3.
I am floating, my dhow sank,
But when I know, and
I want you too to know, that I don’t know,
how to swim…
Is it just a prank?
Come on, I am riding a white shark.
.
~Leo
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
– Robert Frost (1923)
.
Dreams…When they come
entice, excite, energize
and then fade away –
in the abyss of unconsciousness..
and worst that..
the story doesn’t end here.
Deep inside they rub their paws
and hit their heads
altogether..
against the confinements of
our egos…
and beat the anthems of freedom
loud enough
…enough to resonate with
weak human emotions.
And the shrill goes on
cutting the furry attitude..
…like a scissor
…smoothly..
with Judas cruelty.
They cry..and they dance..
leaving you to shiver..
afraid and alone
in the thoughts..
you misinterpreted as the hidden ones…
for the fear of being exposed.
They show you
the psychedelic colors of dark..
in the burning riot they perpetrate;
and u just wonder…
…weather it’s the dark or the bright
that is so blind?..
..but can’t juxtapose.
And the longer u suppress…
the more u suffer
for their bairns..
born and grown on
dead rotten conscience,
are even more poisonous…
And they fight with their bodies..ghosts, the immortal soul,
and even reincarnate..
Just…
..to come on the surface
and breathe…
with the dream of
being persuaded..
With just one confession
and the truest one..
“All this entertainment (huh!)
Was just for you..
For the dreamer.”…
Like me..
.
~ Leo
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