I am born to lose
How do I excuse I was dressed in black, that day as dark as Jack. My name is on the warrant, Was caught in flagrant Nothing makes sense Solitary I commence Wildflowers everywhere do grow Time keeps drag’n slow Condemned is a word of evil Somehow it sounds illegal. Then there is me Will I ever be free Even if I wore a diadem still feels like deem
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#Dedicated to all inmates at
Lang’ata Women Prison Christmas 2018 As time goes by, you may ask why, some have left, while others are kept. Do not waste time, Its not a crime, as there is a reason to be in season. Some do not fit in Others just win Enjoy any high five you are alive. Time has no words Is free like birds. Memories do not matter It’s just chatter. Time is a fixation Not a duration. Time is bound to go by As you may ask why. Peter Ochsner© I close my eyes,
do not see the unwise I shut my ears. do not hear about fears. Deep blue sparkles the sea, dolphins alongside, they agree. Out of the water, into the sun, sorrows and pain, all long gone. They splash with great joy, and do not annoy. They click enhanced with desire, to link me to the pearly gate choir I open my eyes, I see demise, I try just one ear, and it makes me fear. ©Peter Ochsner What is it? That thing called love,
devotion, or a gift from above. Single moments of sensual cognition, Knocking endlessly, seeking admission. What is it? That moves under the skin, creates endearment and raving affection therein. As mankind is unaware of another sensation, emotions are free since God’s creation. What is it? That makes days fly by, gives you those wings to stay high. Day and night, you know it by heart, true love will never take you apart. What is it? That renders magnetic power, not once, not twice, but by the hour. Perpetual preserved for the poor and rich, for you know, love you can always reach. ©Peter Ochsner When sacred longing burns in your heart,
remain devoted, don’t fall apart. All the noise of the world, don’t admit, to talk you out of this, not even a bit. Follow it into the open without fear, sing your song and share a tear. There is one thing for sure, you can foresee, rivers must flow to the sea. ©Peter Ochsner When angels walk down on earth,
denied is all evil at it’s worth. They travel light with desire, while She trembles by the sound of this choir. As I stand at that road cross, a robin fly’s by, he touches my soul as she catches my eye. Spring has awaken, has blossomed that fleur oh, how I wish to serenade her. It rumbles and squeak’s in my chest surely, it must be by the godess’s behest. From upon the sky falls warm and proposes, to enhance her beauty with the fragrance of red roses. The earth poses at our first touch, It feels as if all the birds hutch. I tremble by the vibe of this maid, as solitude first shall be unmade. ©Peter Ochsner |