Traces of A Soul

I gather about
The pieces of my soul
Jumbled psyche
Traces the shadows
Of my soul
Pain is beautiful
So is love
A soul longs to long longest
Abyss of nothingness
Betrothes traces of a soul
Loud thoughts
Clamour for a familiar cause
Pieces of a soul
Gather around piqued courage
Traces of a soul
Tell my story

© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee

Ownership

You maybe welcomed into this heart,
But to own it you’ll never.
You may experience the warm embrace,
But to own this spirit is next to impossible.
I’m a free spirit, doing and going whatever and wherever I wish.
My thoughts are free. I judge not. I just flow.

If you leave the ownership of this spirit onto me to own,
Then you’ll know of an unique being, A being who respects all and lets it be. I’ll never trespass nor transgress your rights.

I watch with a doleful eye,
All those efforts put in by an individual, Trying to own me.
Why cage me in?
Let me fly into the dark night , like lucky lark and sing this beautiful song.
The metaphors are crying to be messaged by my quill,
How then will I be able to, if you insist hanging on to my neck?

In solitude, I find my thoughts and sing my personal soliloquy.
A crowd is sometimes tiresome and all I need is to quench
my soul with this quest in golden silence. Alone, I expire the anguish and inhale happiness,
But otherwise, I’ve known peace piece by piece. I won’t mortgage my person, I’ll keep it intact.
Therefore, you can’t own me…

© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee