Defeat – Kabila Gibran – 1883-1931

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory. Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of footAnd not to be trapped by withering laurels.And in you I have found

My own music

My song sings loud My song sings proud Notes not always sung in tune Decibels intensity measure to the moon My song sings mad At times sounds sad My music is my own Lyrics never shown My song sings fine Sung sweeter with wine My music makes people dance Captivating them in a trance

My bipolar episode

Murky thoughts swim against the tide Drowning in a dark whirlpool of ideas and illusions What is fantasy when reality is never clear Salty oceans sting the wounds of self destruction While the holy water purifiers my soul Moments of both tangled emotions purge extremes Confused what it all means The mist vaporous energy raises

Denying my feelings

Pulled in two different directions, my heart so heavy So scared to be open Afraid you might reject me Your warmth drew me in and I knew I was in trouble I’m in love with I got scared Consumed with denial about how much I want you to kiss me gently Touch me slowly Feel