Passing souls

The dimming lights, 

A flickering candle on an empty highway

Darts a wagon

Killing it’s flame, 

Rising, 

The smoke of the passing souls 

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Numb

the lips that fail,

to speak the secrets of a heart

the lone rose in an empty park

on the bench,

a hand that moves away,

in another man’s hand

the resonance

a silent wind and it’s whispers

a bleaching petal,

falling into a winter’s cold

my flesh will numb tonight,

in the tears of an unspoken love

 

 

 

 

 

 

the bird and the sky

i don’t know the way of the sky

i am a bird of the wind

feel the brush on my skin,

my quill feather may fail

 

a canvas of white spreads,

above the clouds,

a worthiness to live,

a worthiness to die

 

a penny tossed from the sky

from birth to death,

the faces of gods

and the hope to live the heavens

 

 

 

 

THE WORLD IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE IF ONLY THERE ARE ENOUGH WORDS TO SPEAK OF IT’S BEAUTY

her heart belongs

it is beautiful in the skies

above the clouds where a bed of white spreads

sometimes she wonders,

if her wings would stretch forever

and even then,

the stars were just too far

a little close,

but their twinkles were still faint

and so she returned

back into her little cage

the falling bricks and the rusty roof

turning to dust,

the memories of a young blood,

an ancient spirit,

returning to the skies,

where her heart belongs

 

 

 

LIES AND PAIN

WHEN I SIT WITH MY ARMS,

AROUND MY LEGS

MY HEART STRETCHING SO THIN

THE GOOD WAS A SHADE

I AM NOW SO COLD

IS THIS HOW IT FEELS TO LOSE?

HOPE

DEATH BE MY BRIDE

I VOW TO SADNESS

I CAN’T FIGHT ANYMORE

AND YET I STILL SEARCH THE SUN

 

 

 

HOPE

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