Left of My Right

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Left of My Right.

Left of my right
Let's turn around
Don't have foresight
On life's merry go round.

I must love
Out of sight
I'm to
Blindness condemned
Who
gouged out my eyes?
But I shall not complain. 

I must act out my love
Or I die out of lust
For life born of love
Must pay its debts
Till
It returns to dust.

Whilst we are alive
We are meant to see
Ever the fallen angels scream
Messiahs to be...
Love resolving strife. 

I've been deafened by my cries
I cannot hear from you
I have been in tears so long
I don't care if I am not right
Or you're wrong
for me

I'm in the act of metamorphosis
Together
We were unraveling my butterfly wings
But one tore off
powdered to dream dust in your
rough greedy clasp
I am now a dreaming one winged  angel-freak
begging to fly
knowing  I'm not going anywhere
But destiny you can't pen me.
Together
We will destroy both you and me.

Oh what a shining sky!
The grey dark silvers and shark blue streaks of memory
Opens hazy aeons of eternity
I haven't been but a moment away from infinity
On my mysterious flight to this strange frailty
I steer my one winged fragile flight
My craft is a broken brief delight
I beat my solo wing
Defiant against destiny
Tonight.
Maybe
Tomorrow's dawn shall enshrine
A fluttery dust winged angel-moth.

Come sweet poisoned nectar
I drink in tremulous glee
my throat blue
With disgust and broken shafts of tears
pinned down by gravitation on a galactic board of Stellar spears...

Enshrouded in malignancies  stark
My eyes burn burn burn
In your garish cosmic park
And sees your indignant pulsing heart
Spark spark spark...

There are too many crazy stars
With chasms of maddening dark
Laugh malevolent my mad universe
But I did not feign
Nor do I now die in vain
I struggled with my fate
I wrestled with your rage
Right until then.

The caterpillars of God's will gone so awry
The dream turned terrible nightmare, by and by
Let it rain Peace !
Peace Sayeth I.
Raise the stakes !
Shoot up the levels!
And then watch
As never before
Your scheduled Hunger games.

We'll give you a good fight
Your gladiators in the ring without choice
And then bid our
Goodbyes
In such garbled voice
You cannot dismiss us Lord
As white background noise.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014