Spirit of the Highs

This ain't the wine talking my friend,

It's just all me, in my realms and wonders

Crafted from the scratch, 

Stories of love beheld

It ain't no spirit speaking my love

For all my spirits are vested

In you, in the deepest depths of yours

Kept in shadows unknown to the world above

Not a pint of high today my soul

For I have moved mountains, swam oceans

Looked up at the sky wondering of ours

Sparkles, miracles and even the debacles of ours 

It's all but the man I am my one

I'm all that I have, to be brewed

In love and lust and inhibitions

In awe and dust and recreations.

Gracias,

Banker

Questions of Euphoria

Does she remember me

As a feather in the wind

During her passing of life

The story of me untold?

"Is she thinking of me"

The question I've posed to self

A thousand times over

Never to get an answer, but to breathe

Did she know that I loved her

More than I have ever, more than ever

Making me forget people and places 

As my mind and heart felt only her?

Is this going to end

My fears, my loss and my grief

Seemingly endless and creating strife

For every second since months?

Is she reminded of me 

When my tears fall, when my prayers echo

When my despair reaches for us in the past

To contain me, to hold me and to just, let me be?

Gracias,

Banker

Severed Reverence

Inherence of the world's eyes

Hidden past in the sand and ice

All seeing, yet all bearing

To see the new world up and rearing.

Clinically butchered, the earth lives

All the science and Gods, for it it's all lies

Greenery turned grey and foliage turned garbage

Few nurse it to glory, saving it from the rampage.

A minute too late, too far

You break the pieces that hold bar

To all the lavishes at the mother's cost

You tend to cry right before it's all lost.

"Hello Human", she breathes

"Have you saved no conscience?" and heaves,

"I weep before you at seasons

Never to make you dry, for such reasons."

Severed from all sides and contours 

Fellows you have shown your colours

All I see is red, wiping my greens

To create ends for your dreams

The sweat brimming up against your skins

Seeing the wrath unleashed upon your kins 

You recognize and regret the past

Yet no apologies can move this mast.

Gracias,

Banker

Point Blank

All the world's not a stage

But an asylum made of rage

Shots fired and death hired

Such a time of heresy mired

People come and people go

This life's truth sways to and fro

Expunging fear of hearsay 

From lips talking about mayday

I crave restlessly for the might

Callously bound with no light

Stricken with a topsy world

I heave to bear the cross of wound

Belittled and besmirched, I bow

To deeds of a hell so stark now

Each moment hits me point blank

I move away, on whom can I bank?

Gracias,

Banker

Mystic Credence

I travel through realms of the past

And I look at myself blur fast

A lost traveller, cradled in the wild

I pulsate back and forth like a child

I have seen the worst truths

I have been in the best myths

I unfurl in a spiral of moments

Scared at this mystic credence

Where do I run to and what for?

When this ugly chase tires me more

Ridiculed, I mount the mound

Born with insanity, dutifully bound

Moved by my silence, I rest

Craving for tunes of life, the best

I smile a lullaby to self, taken

It’s a life of tales, yet to awaken

Thrown into my heart’s gallows

I scream and whisper to my pillows

A shaken soul, I look outside

To see the sun rising on the west side.

Gracias,

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Queen Of Mysteries

Oh my sea do you see

Where your waves set sail to?

Do they wander to shores yonder

Or to unknown feats?

Are they like the waves in me

Calm now, shaken later

Igniting moods of red and grey

Sailing through life come what may

Do you know where you belong 

In real, in dreams and for so long

When your waves end their rides

Contented they saw all the tides?

Pulled off course, yet still on

Is your spirit so strong 

Are you the queen of mysteries

Or the child of many histories?

When you kiss the sun at dusk

Does he tell you you aren't alone?

When the mellow yellow misses 

The bright blue, can you really let go?

The high waves your heart's soar

Contented, they rise and roar

When the night falls, do you still flow

Towards shores unknown, unborn?

Gracias,

Banker

The Realm

A second thought it never took

A second glance I never took

It all happened in this realm

Where I found myself, surrendering

 

Nor did I ever look back

For it all just turned blank

Blinded by surrealism

Swept away in your arms

 

I fell through chasms of passion

Moved through tunnels of care

I saw light at the end of each

It all came from your eyes

 

Moments to minutes, minutes to hours

Your breath on me sensed heaven

I fell through yet again, like a pawn

Through a world of just our own

Gracias, 

Banker