I know i mustn't,i shouldn't,
its not for me to feel and touch';
the lips to plunge,to drink,
to savage,quench and set free.

They hide something,the depths of bliss,
of untamed horses running through beautiful prairies,
depth less oh so depth less,slight a hand you see
but the fire,the urge so true,really i mustn't.

Emotions overwhelmed,i know i mustn't,
her skin so soft,warm to the feel.
I don't cause i can't,i mustn't you see?!
but she lives in me truly she mustn't.

I wish for the piper,his command to scold and whip,
for i'm lost in the depths of this,
i can't stop looking,its eternal for me.
For she is free,more than i can be.

I will keep these demons locked in me
and only look,smile and please.
I will wait,lurk and seek,
until the depths are found within.



There is this wall,

a whole brick wall

with prickly vines and all,

a barrier to keep him off.

He doesn’t know her face,

he doesn’t care to trace.

For she is there,just there,

a million pieces in the wind.

The lark doth cry in the morn,

the deer doth feed in the clear

and all the little things everywhere

know her laugh,looks and share.

I just stare me,myself and i

conjure up faces to fit her flair,

tis all myself can do til the fog clears,

to see the world in her eyes.



I rose to challenge hakim,

for all the gold and rings.

I rose for purity and kings,

to prove human like me

“The long lake is sacred!”

i shouted to him,

“To bathe in it is madness”,

slowly walking to him.

He didn’t quiver or reel,

he gave a smirk and a chin.

“You know i live and breath,

i’m me for they adore me.”

He spat on my face,

he glared and laughed at me,

at my disgrace.

I didn’t leave,i stood still.

“I know you own it all,

i know you are the king:,

i know you took the flower,

the butterfly and the queen.”

I walked up to him,

I looked straight at him,

“I don’t envy your crown,

i loath your being me!.”



I put my hand on my chest,

i dreamed of wonderland and gentle hearts,

i saw what i felt,i felt it before and again,

the hardened slap of her.

I won’t lie,i felt a flush,in hell at once.

I hate and hated what i had,

what i was and would be.

Now i’m nine and twenty,whats good use for me?.

Whats good use for me if i can’t see,

If i don’t know my place in the sea,

if i’ll scream in my head and wail for peace,

whats the use,whats the use if i believe?.

If i believe in you and me?,

i don’t know,i really dont,

i don’t have a clue,no words to ease this wounds.

Now i will be what i have to be.

No!, i have to see,

my destiny conjured and plated for me,

fate my doubtful and careless king,

leading me,beating me…hating me.