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молитва.
by akvalkova
i ask of you tonight - divine
forgiveness
place upon my hands - spill before my feet
pour your waters over my whiskey hair
my mouth’s been sharp - bitter and harsh
i am on my knees - in front of your sublime
- existence
a beggar yet another time -
my song to touch your ears
a Robin’s tune i’ve borrowed
to deliver you a wreath of faults -
a list of guilts
disrobe my thoughts -
oh divine design -
i have been floating out of control
i am convinced i should be on my knees
- i think - it better - to be absolved of guilt
i ask of you tonight - divine
forgiveness
something’s over me -
in pursuit for meaning defining
my mouth’s gone sticky - my throat is burning
i’ve lost my heart
between the passions pleasures and the plums of life
would you lead
a - soul
sodden with sacrosanct sins
to cross the threshold of haven
my eyes are shut close
- trickling kneecaps pressing down the leather-covered
prie-dieu
- private devotion
in the midst of candles lit for the living and the dead
am i forgiven now
i ask of you
tonight
yesterday.
by akvalkova
yesterday.
will never come to tell
how life’s too sweet on human’s tongue
to make one dwell
on past mistakes
but yesterday.
will keep the mind’s estate
tinctured with some taste of dark
resentment
to make one’s past
supposedly forgotten
never spoken of
remembered in the present
an incomplete delight
reminder of the fruits of life
life without mistakes
by akvalkova
what is life without mistakes
such desolated presence —
inane question - lacking meaning much
if any ever
and feeling like a guest on earth —
divine design itself it is
though much unwise must also be
when nothing’s there to learn
what is life without the thirst to be immersed
in converse - on the slipping of the mind
taken by the soul’s reverie
engaged by the sublimity of time
while being beggar for some
meaning, madness, sense or light
if i was to share of my truth
by akvalkova
if i was to share of my truth
then i must decide to speak of a lie
to tell all the truth
would be still telling a lie
for the truth is forgotten
as it’s shaped by fragments of mind
so the truth must be spoken
with a fine slip of the eye
forever
by akvalkova
forever - there’s uncertainty
as memories can start dissolving
into parts or elements so suddenly
and nows are always turning
into memories - almost instantaneously
but then if not through someone’s mind
how would they reach a state of “being” -
a forever memory
to forever - we must be less
or so we are in some effusively
and almost uninhibitedly enthusiastic way
where much is uncontrollable
and if not through someone’s mind
we would not ever be —
anyone’s forever memory
a distant memory
by akvalkova
rest must given be to souls elsewhere
for memory can dwell so permanently
so patient we must be with their hearts
and all our grievous distress
rest must given be to souls elsewhere
as we don’t want them feeling our agony
for death can be their luxury
nobody
by akvalkova
nobody
sometimes i feel
like nobody
no person
not anyone
for everyone to see
how nobody i can be
nobody
no person
no one
to skip when eyes around
are seeking
everyone
and everybody
nobody
no person
no body
a soul to live
a soul to hide
where soul is shivering
without a home
nobody
but a cacophony deep inside
for nobody’s craving
uncertain undetermined truth
of reputation dark
so nobody can become
somebody