Texture; Manhood

Adam is still confronting tons of blockades since he embarked on a journey to achieve a long desired radical revolution to own present routine. A journey to generate pleasures that transfers him-as a man through time to his mid-twenties. The enthusiasm has accompanied him for years as he was held back by prehistoric traditions pinned in solid believes that was deeply planted in every cell. Adam suffered, yes and in total silence; manhood, bravery and dignity to be maintained unscratched.

A revision of his life style, though essential, is useless. Illogical explanations looms as ugly thoughts approach darkened souls. Man, get rid of it all-if any. Unwelcome current long-lived textures; lust, fear, longing. Craving for a warm blossomed breath with a gentle hug till sunshine. Morning light ignites his grey hair taking him places; another illusion of a back to life lie. Long straightened dark black hair used to lay all over him on cold lonely winter nights. A tenderness that has gone astray when the wind of jealousy conquered her fifty-three years back at the shores of a dry lake.

Turned to a fragmented soul, brain’s power fading so does the testosterone factory production; sick of continuous manly performance failure, he wonders-till when? Remembering the swan lake could neither heal bleeding wounds nor the pulse tenseness. Dawn textured a thread of lies; babe is returning to the gentle custody; noisy entertainment overwhelms as his bones shiver. Will she ever? he murmured. Red curtain falls on another fake curvy texture; awaited in tranquil man’s misery in his quest to escape his long-lived mid-life crisis rhythm.

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..misty..

now that it is all over;

sun shines; not as sweet..

over Jupiter, another cracked relationship;

come on over dear,

be brave; it is past mid night..

not so misty; is it your soul Blondie?

lift her up, curves held;

tight, till another sunshine,

once freed; surrender to the wind..

wander bare footed, wrapped with white fur;

basement is yours..all of it,

never ever think of breaking free..

lower levels are dedicated..

nice, muddy, overwhelmed with poverty..

cry it out loud, working hard; just like a…

morning jazz will never pick up troubled dreams;

no more standing at door step;

enjoy chimney’s dark stinky smoke..

penetrating tiny blocked lungs..

soul strives for a memory..

of a simple thing;

saxophones play favorite classics;

demons inhale misty thoughts…

 

 

from a distance..

an elegance shines..

lips with a flair..

curves under brown hair..

a hair darkens..

lay down and wait..

a dawn of sadness..

can you hate?

everybody’s else madness..

sacrificed youth..

never told a truth..

midnight at a bar..

Havana cigar..

materialistic thus out to a star..

leave me now…

blessed in a graveyard..

clouds collapsed..

over rotten lungs..

nervous, still from a distance……

 

 

 

 

 

my sister!!..

Last year, she shined when she got a pay raise..

this year she was extra positive that he will ask her to marry him..

yep.. life will sparkle again..

last month, bad news loomed spread in town

this week she felt it..roamers defined..

tonight he stepped in hugging a partner..

a young blond surrounded with attractive curves…

her feminine perfume filled the hall

Gosh…..not my sisteR.

 

Still losing ground

yes, it looks to far…

still here, just as if yesterday

fraud and other stuff; you fancy!

monsters lay in your charming curves

take it away when you mercy

close to me, you never was

fury fulfill my soul with fantasy

take my breath away, and bury it in a deep well

do not wonna love you again

try to forget, why on earth to do it?!

a millions times, again,

just another floor to lose.

the smell of your breath, hated it.

lost it all..

i am mercy-less;

please, just get lost is the dark….

 

Elusive Charms.

Again, he is fascinated with her Elusive Charms.

Ex-lover is back after long

Holding rickety enthusiasm

Vowing for his woman’s tenderness

As he approaches,

Her breathes goes Chaotic

Stiffly, She can feel his finger tips

Her curves shiver,

Her Head spins

Revealing sweetened memories

Her Eyes blurred;

Should I allow him, again.? She wonders.

No, not this time..

Plunged in chaotic relationship;

Ravages her youth.

Grounded attitude perched.

A unique raw elegant attitude;

Casual; still adorable;

Welcome back dear; Come on in.

Dear Partner..

Dear Partner:

It has been years since we first met

Crazy times passed

Time is a miracle
by which, your arrogance fades
Excitement has gone dry
Eyes sparkles no more
Boring entertainment
Tears spoils the evenings
Hearts cry with doubts
Wishing the way home gets longer

Then get lost in a highway,

To another city, where he can be alone..

All alone…

Loneliness might heal his bleeding lungs

Mornings might shine again..

On Curves coated with volcanic ash

An elegant wonder: What a partnership!