Gift of misery

Why now endure agony
When we rely on others choices
and
remain choked within our voices
what else can you expect?
My Love

we married out of compulsion
and had no choice of secret divulgence
parents tied our knots for us
but didn't care much for the' nots'
which will remain within us?

they were obliged and perhaps throttled too
that's the case she doesn't love you
had someone on her mind then
even now

Repeating sexy soliloquy

you have again said
though unknowingly
what has already been said
as you say by others

I also say we are saying
what has been once said

we are also doing it...
over and over again
how else would our population
be 7.5 billions?
if we all had used condoms
or
soliloquy played through musical nights
and
let off our steam
as in dream

an oceans roar
temptation and the anger
settling the froth
of an aftermath
the detonation of egos
what a smash

our silence
together
while the rain
seeks comfort
running

turn
in the labirynth
hear a laugh
and if I dont
come
you look
seeking
selve
to selves
layering
histories like
flooring
a temperament
to hold up all
the passage
of the game

..

Metamorphosis

In silent zeal an ego chases images of self
round about the center of its Id
a rodent knocking knick knacks from an overcrowded shelf
where relics of deceit are often hid

reflections in a mirror are but visions to the blind
peering into realms of inner space
hoping that some miracle of faith will help them find
long forgotten memories of face