Coffee Thursday
Two poems
Praise to the depressed
You came to me with sorrow in your eyes, water that speaks of how deep you perceive meaning in your life. The bitter truth that tells a story of how it scarred your soul:
But it appears to me no weakness. You are No lesser being.
You still have the light, the beauty that epitomes your humanity, the madness of existence and the reason of living.
You opened your lips with so much sadness in your voice: it is a soft music inviting the listener, a song of melancholy. Honesty is the least you can offer but it is the most I want from you.
You are no stranger for you are the communion of Life: Where it embarks upon your cry at birth to the tears of today's misery.
I wish to hold you, to feel you but the languor of our skin is too vulnerable.
My spirit runs in these palms and I bless you in veneration of my touch. Then again you pour out your longings as even more waters flood our pledge: drifting me, carrying me into you.
What is this moment? A battle of needs: You need to find strength in me and my need to entertain my softer side, to understand you and these thoughts stream into your vacuumed self as if I no longer exist.
You are sacred. This is the time of your elevation.
We celebrate your desolation: Your unexplored blessedness.
I asked the Moon
I asked the moon "Why are you staring?" At my naked body where the smoke of my cigarette
stirs no comfort out of my emptiness: A hazy vision and blurred thoughts questioning your intentions.
Are you laughing? At my flaws, my ethereal keeping, my dark spots,
Not wanting your eyes on me, you penetrate into my wounds where I incessantly hide from these people I deal with while you are sleeping.
Are you impressed? By my dominion, my gift but if only you hear how I created, butterflies into monsters. My speech, of pure magnification, of beautiful lies;
subliming my pathetic greatness and these poor fellows see nothing but only what they want to see.
I asked the moon" Why are you there? " I am vulnerable. You seemed so ruthless up high
and my soul so little down low. You see me not only me but thousand mirrors and judge their honesty. I only see you and your stillness and your cold distant heart.
I asked the moon" Why are you insensitive?" Do you care about my depression? I am a lonely stranger and you observed my weakness, my perennial insecurity.
Do you understand my needs? My constant cravings,
are you listening to my angst? Another song of lamentations,
when all this time you are doing nothing in the velvet blue sky eludes your majesty.
Your happiness: I envy in my darkness.
I asked the moon" How long will you stay?"nights like these you are the only companion I need and my insanity, my delusions, my hurts, my longings: these mortal emotions that you don't feel, makes me aware of my feeble existence, my youth, my sacred wisdom,my naivety
returns back to me…You are the moon and I am me. You can stay forever but I must go and leave you with your clouds, your nonsense, our conversation, and my words.
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