Author: kfarawe

Artist

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Photographs and painting outs;

Musics and writing downs;

All these arts that I am;

From the sounds of my heart;

To the views of my deepest dreams;

Beautiful that they are;

These I know.

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Watch me do things weird;

As an artist, thinking different.

Consciously off the norm;

Without choice;

Making new things and things anew.

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All these new creations;

I shall call them my own;

Proud as can be!

They were borne of my soul;

Each with a part of me.

Every lavender word;

Scratched off of my bones.

I let it be part of you;

As they are part of me.

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Leaving too soon

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Heavy autumn clouds.
Rising flower sprouts.
Before the rain comes and before the lands flower and awe;
The bonds that we share might be all gone.

Leaving me before we were together,
makes me want you more.
Saying goodbye once and again in never,
makes me fight to not hold these words.

I will miss the warmth of your chest;
and ache without the cuddles of your neck.
My darling to be; now dearest lady that left;
I remember!
The times we were just free birds;
Singing in our neighborhood nests;
These times are harder than I imagined.
I thought these memories would keep me alive.
But the memories hurt,
and slowly I slip.

Leaving me before we were together
makes me want you more.
Saying goodbye once, and again in never,
makes me fight to not hold these words.
Rising flower sprouts and heavy autumn clouds;
The chance will not come when we shall watch these turn.

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Photograph in Sun Dust

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The sun was on your face and you glowed in return.

You took a photograph and they were hid; all your hurt.

Broken and raw, covered up in sun dust;

Listening to the roar of insecurities and all,

Scolding at your face, yelling to keep shut.

Camouflaged beauty lion,

The one inside you is greater,

And you are not broken but raw;

Hiding in the coverup of sun dust.

Blessed are the colors

that spring forth good thoughts,

Like your face is the light of emotions;

Written down without words,

You light my mind up.

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Pirate in flight

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She was mine before another’s.

And another’s before mine.

She was mine before another’s;

She was another’s before mine.

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My heart saddens that she drifts around

From ships to ship abound,

Dribbling along the sea.

Oh, Pirate

Mercenary of desires,

Pirate against the hire.

Beyond compassion;

I was wary of her might.

Stone cold Idol, wielder of all eyes

I was conquered at first sight.

Perhaps, I was her’s before she was mine;

Yet, ship to ship she was bound.

Why did I love her

and now watching her move by

Sinking ships and crashing lives.

My mind weeps and awes.

I think of how she was mine

before another’s and another’s before mine.

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She was mine before another’s;

She was another’s before mine.

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Missing You

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To speak of lost friends,

To speak of lost laughs and broken promises and lost truths.

That I love you, that I need you, that I’ll be there for you.

That you are the only one; that we are best together;

That these are now lost to the times that we once knew,

That all I can do is remind you of these times that we once knew.

 

To speak of being alone without you,

To dream of your presence just to feel better.

To speak of how you listen when I talk,

How each time I see you, my breath feels renewed;

How these are now lost to the times that we once knew,

How all I can do is remind you of these times that we once knew,

And speak like I am fine and nothing was missed nor forgotten;

I may fall to the floor and crumble.

I don’t want to speak of you.

I don’t want to miss you.

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Soaring through me

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 I see it’s you, behind my eyes. 
Stuck in my head, but when you are here.
And I feel the truth, tipped on my tongue;
Hung on a thread, but never once heard.
Thus tells the reason;
You take my bones, you beat me up.
You take my voice, you speak in blues.
I’m stuck in time, you’re soaring through me.
I hail the stars, they’re in your eyes.
I say a prayer, no looking back.
I’ve found my life, it’s in your hands.
Let’s sail the stars; we’re hand in hand.

The stars are neigh; close as we are.
Between our eyes; catching our fire.
They explode at last; blinding out sight.
They explode out bright; supernova!
We fall down fast, and love is around.
I take your hands, I’ll hold you on.
I’ll write you songs, I’ll sing in blues.
Yes take me on, we’ll sail us on.
Yes make us one, we’ll hold us up.

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Lullaby

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Lullaby

Sleepy well

The sun is beautiful tonight;

It hides behind your back.

The moon turns periscope;

your eyes are spied.

 

Morning sparks

Shiny rise, shiny rise

The moon is majestic today;

It hides behind your back.

The moon is periscope;

The sun spies the ones in the dark.

 

Hello world

Sing me songs

Everything is great

Satellites play their drama, 

In the nights and in day.

 

Sing me songs.

Sing for the ones in the dark.

Everything is great

The world is in a cycle and in time I’ll return 

Everything is okay

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Sleep makes me whole

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Dreams of food somehow, are put to me on repeat.

Night after night, each time I close my eyes;

My tummy holds my mind and I’m fed with savory tales of hope of my possible tomorrows.

Although now lost on details and to pardonable memories, I awake with new visions and a measure of acclaimed fulfillment.

I turn to the lady of sleep somewhere at the back of my eyes as I shut them close one last time before my bed I leave.

I hear a sweet jingle ringing in my head and I walk with it until I’m awake; it was my favorite alarm today!

It came a trickle time too early and I never got to say thank you for the good dream me seen.

But by Jove! I will return in the middle of the next night with rejuvenated anticipation; and I shall make sure to gratify the good times we have;

For this is the reason I live; without sleep I would be fallen like a dry leaf and may have no soul.

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