Raja Kumbang. My Theories, Thoughts and Practicalities…

Rain pours down
Silver rivers run
Face the emotions burning your conscience
Fluttering in the winds of fear
Muttering sweet nothings into your ear

A tear
Slowly forms in blinding silence
Encapsulating fair gentle violence
Defines the penance
And hateful relief
One which you partake with blessed spite
Omit that which to you is trite

Feel the light
See without sight
You might
Not be alright

Do you hear?
The movement of the year?
As it passes you by
Brushing along you as you whimper and cry
Why ask why?

Why do you wonder?
As happiness rends you asunder?
Thoughts are cold and wandering souls they quiver

Beg for more
Make your hands quake
Go skinny dipping in the lake
Full of thorns and purple seaweed
Drink your fill
Fake what you need

Arise, maiden of the morning moon
I want to touch you again so very soon
I salvage the remnants of my pillaged heart
That you may shape it into deprecated art
And leave it behind for the hounds

Bind me
In whips of loving embrace
Kiss me while you claw my face
Provider of carnal grace

Let me taste
that fleeting moment
that I may bring it with me
when sand dribbles into my eyes