memories of my ghost sista

cheat the fates

December 1, 2013 11:34 am

I.
boom shocka — true love
is not for everyone but
if we are to meet then
we shall like that — boom

II.
Sleepless, I toss and turn
in my bed and listen to

the rain. I cannot see
a way out of this. Of all

the shepherds I am the one
who guides the bull to

heaven. All of the nurses, roots
witches and loving spinsters

I am the one who
will guide you to

the other side. But the green
rain came, washing

away all my paths, the heavy
temple bell reminding

me of all I must
leave behind

just to cheat the fates
and get you back.

III.
if we are to meet
again then let it
be if we are to
meet again then
let it be if we are
to meet again
then let it —

Posted by babylon crashing

Categories: Poetry

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