Nirvana of Pure Heresy

Dream of me and at the fall of the night,

Give me a place in your mind where i can exist...

Shape me into what you desire,

Make me a fantasy, a nirvana of pure heresy.

Give me life.

Dream of me before the fall of dawn,

Let me, incrust myself onto your subconscious and do to you what no one dare...

I will take life as your mind take heights in the deep of the night,

A warm light to format your drizzly nights.

Like forbidden desires thirst i will take shape into your mind,

An heresy of pure fantasy, A nirvana of lust...

I will breed ideas of passion defying the laws of attraction,

breaking theories of abstraction,  On a playground deprived of rules and regulations.

I will take you to a place where time is irrelevant, physical exertion obliterate,

Somewhere between space and time...You will complete me...I will define you.

By 

Gael K. Somayire

Letter of resilience

Letter of resilience

I experience this never ending, never forgiving spiral of resentment,

Heartfelt poisonous feelings emotionally forged for the antagonist you chose to be me.

The acerbity of your unconscious wrath aimed at destroying me, is killing me.

I am dead for unexplained reasons.

What are the mirages and illusions drifting you away from me and us from each other?

In desperation I search, petrified by what I might find I search, for I seek answers I search.

The question I want to ask is:” What is it with you and this softhearted tyranny?”

Bravely I wish I could sustain this misery you disdainfully bestow upon me,

But I can’t contain this fury gradually taking life within the abysmal confinements of my being.

I am human, therefore there’s an amount of bigotry I cannot lovingly endure,

For a soul can only be tormented for so long.

I write this letter of resilience as a mean of settlement,

To retaliate would betray my swain virtue.

Faithfully yours,

Gael K.S.