What Are We Fighting For? Poem by Jolomi Amuka

What Are We Fighting For?

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Since meeting you, I have experienced heaven and hell,
Now you got me stuck in pergatory.
I wonder why we must fight, to ignite
One candle to reflect light on our sacred moments.
My friends think you're cute,
Frankly, I think you freaking adorable,
Your friends call me a douch,
How cute, how adorable.
I try to understand you,
I talk to you,
But somewhere lost in the connection, we transition to argue.
Understand I'm not calling out a name to shoulder the blame,
But in between my mystic, and your psycho analysis,
We get hypnotized by our own mystery.
What happened to living in the moment?
When did our insecurities become referees, who determined,
When we could play, told us what to do and what not to say.
When did we ignore, spell bound,
for end now.
Are we objects of our lustful desires,
Or can we race across the ocean floor like Poseidon on a seahorse,
Gallantly Piercing our soul with cupid's arrows,
Till we die on amorous over-dose.
If this be a dream, then I don't wanna wake up, cause if I do,
I'll be back to existence still not knowing what to do.
And my hands long for yours, so would you please, just
Hold them tight, cause you know it's only right.
Lets write each other love letters and post it above the Hollywood sign.
If you willing to choke this bellowing sorrow, tonight I'll be your Zoro
Flying in to steal your heart like a kid from out of space, i'l be your dodo.
Slow ah pace, young love,
Cause I see whinny roads and shattered faces,
Boiling rain drops in holy places.
Lovers, afflicted with silly theories, silly notions, and silly schemes,
Save me from my silly deeds, and I'l lend you an ear when you need to scream.
When we fight, I contemplate soaking my eyes in wax, then puncturing them with splinting toothpicks,
Cause being blind is way better than watching your heart plastered in all this bullshit.
And,
I ain't no superman
I don't profess to be
Can't play the righteous man
That's way too hard for me
If you keep waiting on perfect
You might miss out on honesty
If you don't really think i'm worth it
Why do you keep coming back to me?
Tell me, what are we fighting for?




Thursday, November 01,2012. Hollywood, California.

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10/31/12. Hollywood, California.
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