Paradoxes of Today, Prejudices of Tomorrow
The most benighted and the most deplorable prejudices have had their moment of novelty when fashion lent them its fragile grace.
She recognised the map, His blood drew, He justified the droplets, As a hailstone, Of his love for her. But man, you fail, To see the thunderstorm, In her eyes, For every tick, You turn away, For every tock, She destroyed another village, Of hope and faith. Every wisp of promise, She collected from your… Continue reading Thunderstorms
Hold my hand.Look straight into my eyes-The two depths of swirling mess,The kind of adamant sadness,Which made my soul, into its nest. Cradle me with your arms, Like trees-Surrounded by bees-a-buzzing, The sound of you breathing, that would be.Keep me awake, will you?Fight the storms with me.Keep my fear away from sight,Hold me close, dear and tight.Cling to… Continue reading Let’s not be fizzles, but flames tonight.
photo courtesy of: knstrct.com In the storm, Of what seems to be life, Amid the flood of your tears, For ambitions beyond grasp, And ties cut after midnight, I'll hold you darling, And tame those shaking shoulders, I'll hold you darling, And dry your wet eyes, Wet of failed trials, Of greying wants, That will see… Continue reading I’ll Hold You in the Storm.
Paradoxes of Today, Prejudices of Tomorrow 