Contrived contraption
27 December 2016
Synapses
Diverging units
Time through space
Lovers knits
Illusions appearances
Unbends distances
Collapses
Of my nerve’s systems
Bleak anthems
Face disgrace
The ship sinks with all it boards
Waters welcome hoards
Digresses
The mind that invents
Circumvents
The intents
Recreating reaction
Contrived contraption
Reading of the poem:
Passage into Midnight – Omar Akram
Waking Ophelia
18 September 2016
She sleeps not
Slumber a migrant
Eyelids wane
Window pane
Glassy content of iris
Myriads of stories
Fragmented
Illusions of life
Power strife
Lost battles
Reminiscence of the spoils
Battlefield gargoyles
Self monsters
Darkness overcome
Or never
Mind clever
Constant crisscross of the word
Of puzzles unheard
Withered speech
The tongue bridge to breach
The outreach
A dark plunge
Like a drunken man will lunge
Into the bosom
Tales of ore
Constantly hammered
Crown jewels
Chest medal
In between a neck strangled
Studded star spangled
Throaty spells
Voicing world over
Sleep that dreams
Jolting bolt
The whiff of paraphilia
Waking Ophelia
Reading of the poem:
Daytime Dreamer – Omar Akram
Love of my Heart -Omar Akram
Dancing with the Wind – Omar Akram
A new world awaits
5 October 2015
.
Butterflies flew low
Fighting with sparrows for Blue
Black rain threatened skies
.
.
Horizons grew dark
Birth a difficult process
Deliverance in Fear
.
.
Darkness so thickened
Rising with the stark Venom
That coursed through the Blood
.
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In Heart the panic
Spread a wildfire of sorrow
Flaming illusions
.
.
Hark! Keep the Heart’s shine
For dawn lies at darkest point
Piercing through the night
.
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A New World awaits
Stored in the coils of our Soul
Shown while Time unfolds
.
.
Take my hand fear not
Time is a place of riddles
I will show you Truth
.
A World of Magic
4 September 2015
.
Straighten the measure
Music will fall soft from lips
Absurd no one quips
.
Pull the greying hood
Red long since went riding home
Flowers picked never
.
Tug a piece of war
Illusions will loosen faiths
And all in between
.
Tell and show in jar
I will grant my secrets too
Till chest is empty
.
Treasures you take home
We wove all as we spun love
I watched you coming
.
In desert I roam
Your face behind these eyelids
My only compass
.
Gift me your music
I will show you road to stars
That dance beneath skies
.
A World of Magic
Sheltered in my open palms
By your shielding hand
.
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