The essence of existence is eloquently divine,
just like the melodic tranquility of the pristine
like the poetic beauty of your eyes.
The dandelion cast away when our eyes met,
seas illuminated through the dreamy lox of
September sunset, the rhythm held with an embrace
of the waves that roasted like the vibrancy of your
words that you spoke at night.
Saxophone played for hours as one celebrated,
tambourines lined up in rows, as one sunk to the,
misery of their heartless goodbyes.
Tragedies awaited with anticipation, like the
roses sprout in July for a radiant resemblance
of an awakening of the joyous season.
Aligned and maligned as the bestow the deceitful
treacherous lies that are covered with coated candy,
that is filled with thorns that have left a mystic reminder
that you have not healed from your brutal forecast of
manipulation.
Dancing as though you were intrigued by the nightingale of
the Tunisian sun, while tapping to the rhythm of silent rays
that invokes your spirit at night while sipping and sleeping.
Engaged, encapsulated, enveloped by the sudden freedom, but
forgot the liberation that you once held before you acquiesced it
the authorities, but not realizing that freedom will no longer linger
in your vortex, because once giving is forever lost.
Solitary confinement became a resounding blissful moment of retreat,
not understanding the vibrancy of solitude became a haven to the powerful. That left at the corridors felt safe to retreat without discounting their freedom because slogans became banners of unity. This illusion was orchestrated to divide with fanatical segments of quicksand that never held any foundations, logic, or clear facts. However, it ultimately persuaded the feeble-minded and seduced the fragile and arousing emotions that never conveyed any real essence of existence.
As one dwindles in the twilights of the unknown and chants freedom, liberation, and chopping their limbs, they drink their miseries away to quiet the villains of insecurity, but clueless like its’ master; they are a ghost waiting for a seat at the nearest cemetery.
Seductive lines such as accountability, equity, liberation, diversity, patriarchy, among other attractive adjectives to engage, entice and enrage the masses. However, they never understand that they are being played like a fiddle. Meanwhile, our true freedoms are being whisked away like waves of the ocean and never returning to their rightful owner.
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