Tale of Once upon a time

Tale of Once upon a time   

There was a woman that caught my eye   

We spent the day exchanging phrases   

Words aligned like old familiar faces   

We came to find that space and time   

Did not exist between our lips   

I knew hers and she knew mine   

  

We kissed;   

Both meeting of the mind and lips   

And as we intertwined   

Our lines began to shift   

To find an unexpected twist   

In this; our once upon a time   

  

Two parts a drift   

Two halves that fit   

My brokenness is part of her   

The part that makes her whole again  

Her brokenness is half of me   

The half I need to be complete   

Two parts a drift   

Two halves that fit   

She is mine and I am hers   

  

This isn't where the story ends   

This is where it all begins   

Once upon a time   

Two halves a drift and then collide   

Now I am hers and she is mine

Back To Track Number Four

You are my foundation of chaotic thought 

The legitimate cause of my disquiet 

And I haven’t decided yet whether this is a bright day 

Or rains that intend to plant forests in my lungs. 

You’ve moved over my chest 

Leaving train tracks in your wake. 

Where are you going? 

Has my right rib told you about the 

Conundrum of my heart or not? 

Because that station hasn’t been open for service ever, 

No-vacancy signs are imbedded in my hands 

And I’m so sorry you were previously injured...trying, to unhinge the gates keeping you out. 

I had heard once that it was in the nature of stars to cross 

And I’d wonder sometimes what other shapes that burden takes 

Her face used to come to mind, 

But somewheresomehowsomeway, your face imposed right over hers 

This wasn’t supposed to be a poem about you 

This wasn’t supposed to be an honest opening  

But I can’t stop whispering 

I love you 

Shall We?

Shall we end this war tonight, 

This cold battle of silence between us?

  

Shall we boldly unroll our banners of surrender in gentler breezes for which we both long to breathe? 

No words are more strong than those spoken in hunger 

by proud, starving mouths of wounded eagles. 

  

No soldier has ever regarded my scars with disdain. 

Likewise I will hold no blade to your own. 

Every star that bleeds from your stigmata is a guiding light to your cross so I might help you bear it. 

  

Shall we discuss the importance, yes, the human need 

to replace bad memories in the wake of good ones? 

With words unspoken, we will never be open, unless we...

Take our bloodied bandages and turn them into flags of glory. 

Take shrapnel from the soul and create a solid ring of love. 

I've never believed in heaven, but it feels like I'm close when I'm with you.

  

Not all angels speak with the same tongue of flame. 

Teach me your language so I may understand 

just where you’ve been, where you wish to go, 

and spread fires of passion as I speak to your skin. 

Destroying each fibre you hide from me,to repair the parts you lost in battle. 

  

Sleep if you must when the night’s yawn grows. 

You’ve earned your peace and soft nightingale is near 

to sing in your ear her secrets as you dream. 

Filled with clarity...

I will be here to  protect your dreams in the evening,  

& guard your hopes in the morning. 

  

When breaks the dawn shall we hike to open field 

where stretches an oak from which two lovers once hung? 

A resemblance that one can love and lose.

The woman took her life when he went off to war. 

He returned years later and in grief did the same. 

The pain consumed him as the realisation, that the love he once had will never be found again.

  

Shall we turn a new leaf on that same old branch 

as I take you to heart and lay every secret,

Breaking down the walls which condemn us, to see the good in people.

Unknown to the night, making love in stark light, 

to your scars and your birthmarks beneath the aged tree? 

Shall we carve our name on the tree so we can return at a later time in life? 

Just to try this love thing again.

  

If your answer be a most heartfelt "yes", 

so I with honour agree. 

  

Shall we begin?

Let's Run

Just run with me

Let's take a journey that you've been yearning for. Promises will be made,feelings will develop. Emotions will spiral out of control.

take my hand and lets disappear into the night.

Where there is no light, so we ignite the flame. From the friction we caused, which brought back the pieces of our soul we lost, In search of the light.

lets never close our eyes and dream with them wide open.

So reality can set in that the moments which feel temporary like forever. 

So we allow our hearts to draw the map of our adventure, our minds playing tricks on us. There is no treasure to be found together. Things won't last. Praying that our hearts can create a map, where things are temporary so this forever can last.

because tonight my eyes are closed, my hands hold you tight.

My soul yearns for yours to never let go of the touch you possess over it.

so please... Just run with me..

Let's turn this adventure that leads to the connection we have built under the stars. Into something which makes y(our) heart run at the same pace as mine.

Written by Thube(@Twobear_) and myself, Bongz. 

These Two hands

There are changes in the weather 

that lives in my eyes; 

we will experience a high chance of storm 

but still, 

the sun will shine. 

The sun will shine where your soul has hidden away from for sometime. 

These hands are our shelter 

delicate, but firm 

the lines tell you stories of all you could live for, 

and how we could grow to learn them like the map of our universe. 

For now, you have gone astray, 

like a leaf amidst the wind, spiralling out of reach, 

and I only hope you will not forget the contours of these fingers, 

these cuticles that don’t quite fit around the nails 

from bad habits that cannot be broken. 

I forgave the tornado, 

when I learnt its ways and learnt to appreciate 

the beauty of destruction; 

I looked in, I sat in the centre of the tornado 

and heard its hum, 

calm and peaceful amongst the forces that churned and unwound. 

These hands are still your shelter by the way 

no matter which way you wish to run 

and the paths will hopefully 

lead you to where you wish to be held again. 

these hands are shaking tremendously, but they will still carry you 

and still do their best, 

to catch rain.

I Like my Coffee Black

Stirring my sugar into it, 

Is the first vision I have of you, 

As we sat sipping in the morning, 

And the taste of your lips, 

That still lingers, 

Months later. 

Creamy milk mixed in becomes, 

The liquid chocolate your skin comprises of, 

It still brings tingling to mine, 

And is a memory, 

That delights my eyes, 

Months later. 

Months later, 

Still, 

Heartache, 

Heartbreak, 

Hurt, 

Regret. 

In lament, 

I like my coffee black