Nito - Nito

You are a ghost
You are a gentle lavender linger
You are the mist
You don't need these flowers
You grab you have no hands an empty fist
I got the memo, follow through with your uncanny nurturist
Perfectionism disembodied from your analysis
Saw you in a dream, your body blitzed
Your name enough to just exist
Persisting linguistics needn't be to reminisce
A gentler time a memory to subsist
To untwist your altruistic nature you catalyst
My good place to rest my face and coexist with
This entity
A friend of me
Hardly parting with entropy
Felony engraved across his forehead he jests to me
Unjustly cuffing my goodwill with beckoning
Hands that bluff my tensity
He pushes he pulls
He lives within in my halls and yet you hold
You never fold
You grow cold
You falter
Altering my oddly bodily alter
Dear Nito, I hope you never palter
I was you at one point
I crawled across those cottage walls
I gazed upon your mother's loins
I grazed upon these marshy lawns
I followed her voice
You were born of fertile poise
Embodying the trodden down, belittling frown of this crown of thorns
She calls your name
Will you answer
Her words entrancing
They carry blameless stanza
Yet you stand so enigmatic
In this pampering
Her gift to you is inexplicable
A wave, a rush, a principle
Her mission for you
A prince of hope, a saviour
To mix my emotions, cocktail my pure devotion
Divinity in my trinity, this three will soon be one
She wishes, you fall
Her arms a gentle, sombre angel song
And yet you cannot rest
Your life's a test
You lull into a slumber
Fending off your other half
Dear Troy, your resting words will lay upon your epitaph encumbered
Two brothers lay at body's width from each other
A love and hate relationship they cannot live beside each other
They fumble about themselves in elegant battle
Rattling their sticks like shaking spears
They prattle, shedding tears and rearing heads like cattle
My body is their battlefield, my brain and soul their weapons
I pray they drop their guns and swords and learn to live like brethren
Attached at the hip
Bones click in unison they toss and turn
Comparing moons to suns, a skirmish never won
But a gradient that fades from white to black is a sonnet often unsung
Harmony, I wish to be at peace with them
They armour me with listless beasts protecting me
And patent cause for blessings unto thee
For your sake and mine
I hope that in due time
They find a Yin and Yang within
And call a truce at half-time
They push, they pull
His mother's words a gentle stall
To lay a torn-up, weathered helmet, belt and empty rifle
Her grace is shared through him and yet he politely rejects
Dear Nito, you brothers that once torn apart, are finally one and whole
Now rest

Written by:
Miguel Poole

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