MY MOON by Hamzah LyricalGuerilla Faruq


A special thanks to Hamzah for allowing us to post his work.  He is a very conscious and passionate writer with the soul of a warrior.  My Stiletto Dreams lists this post as an honor and privilege.  To read more of his writings visit him “here

 

NOTE:IN THE OLDEST EARTH CULTURES WOMAN IS REGARDED AS THE MOON.

OFF INTO THE HEMISPERES OF MY BURNING BRAIN WHERE THINGS AINT ALWAYS SANE, WHERE THE GHOSTS TEND TO WEAR THE SKIN OF HUMANITY.

STATICALLY CHARGED MEMORIES OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN AS WE TRAVEL INTO THE FUTURE WHEREIN WE LIVE, AS TIME BECOMES TIME.

IS A MINUTE A MINUTE BEFORE IT IS LIVED?

A TUMULTUOUS CALAMITY IT IS TO DIE UNLOVED,WINGS OF THE ANGEL THAT BRUSH ACROSS AN AFRICAN FACE AS DAY TURNS TO NIGHT.

LOOK FOR ME IN THE SOFT LIGHT OF EVENING AS I REFLECT IN YOUR REFLECTIONS, A FRAGILE PIECE OF REALITY SEEKING TO EXIST IN YOU FOREVER.

EVEN WHEN AFAR I AM NEAR, AS THE JOURNEY OF LIFE TAKES ITS TOLL.

IN THE BLAZING LIGHT OF A NEW DAY AS THE DAWN GLIMMERS IN DAZZLING SPLENDOR DO I DWELL, EVEN WHEN GREY CLOUDS HANG IN THE MANTLE OF THE HEAVENS.

EVEN WHEN RAIN FALLS TO THE EARTH.

FOR I MUST STAY ON TOP IN ORDER TO WALK WITH YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES, GOT TO KEEP MY MIND SHARP, STEEL AND STONE.

OH MY MOON, OH MY MOON…

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