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

 

 

 

 

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It scares me that I’m leaving
That I don’t know anything at all

Treading unknown waters for sure
That I fear the future now
More than ever

Yet I desire even more,
To leave

To embrace the turbulence of high waves
Living within my fears

Will I drown?
Or will I fight through every second?

With my own strength,
Wit, and breath

Will it be worth a while?
My life,

Just a lump of sand
Pouring from my palms
Through the gaps between my fingers

Someday I died,
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Born into the stars

It is beautiful here
Where the illusions of the sun hide
Ignorance

But confidence,
The face of a lucky coin
I will be performing tonight,

In coloured lights
Where applause elevates hungry hearts

And yet,
Mine is a thirsty one

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Slay

What is life without struggle?
The soul of success
The worth, time
Sweat and tears
If one is to know pleasure,
Then a sacrifice of a young heart he must slay

Letter to the North Star

I wish to speak my heart,
To you
Like whispers on wings of a night’s breeze

With words flowing like a little stream,
Myself alone,
Staring at the shade of a black sky

And in the sound of silence,
I hear your voice
Like a hymn by a priestess

That I am left to dream
With my mind’s eye to see,
Your silhouette on a sunset

The crimson, and the yellow
All fading into the night
The North Star of my universe

This distance between
You in the sky,
And myself in the grass

I guess I should have talked
Should have kissed your cherry lips,
And held you tight within my arms

With another moon to wait
I dread I can’t be myself anymore
Not without you

That this ink on paper,
Scribbles of my drunk love
Bleeding my heart to you,

Hoping to catch that first light,
Of your eye,
When you finally come out of the clouds

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Barmaid

Like a part of me
She hums in my head

The sound of her giggles
Waves of whispers
Spinning my mind into a frenzy.

I see her face
Flashes of her smile
Her free  eyes luscious
A barmaid

A short skirt
Smooth legs
Pumped up bosoms
The glass in her hands
And the scarlet liquid inside

How drunk I must be
Or rather foolish to the end
Of the last drop
From the bottle of desire
My lustful heart,
Longing for the taste of her soul

“One more,” I say
Until it’s dawn
Maybe not enough is forever
With her refraction in my glass,
I can live through the day
Until it’s dark,
When I walk into, her doors again

The man

The truth that I knew,
The lies of the beloved

I find trust waning every night
With my lover besides in the dark

What could I know?
But a pretty face and her enchanting breath

A poison to my lungs,
The smell of her hair like the roses

If two can’t walk the night,
Then my soul alone,

She battle the moon’s phantoms
And tread the path to a new dawn

The boulevard of dreams
Cars and dresses

The mirrors on the street
Strangers and their reflections

Climbing stairways to a heaven
Their names engraved into the clouds

The point is,
A man is but himself

Not the woman in his bed,
Not the suits and clone on his skin

But his dreams,
And the will to achieve them

For what surrounds is but pictures,
Changing, as he walks, along his path

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Heir

He reaches from his grave
Words of wisdom he whispers
“son, touch the sky”

His hands reach longer
The sound of his bony fingers
The cold touch of a father

But warm
The immortal eagle
Observing in the shadows of her eaglets

He feels the chill of her soul
A flickering candle,
And flashes of lightening

Yelling, a moonless night,
Echoes of a thousand voices
From the realm of the beyond

“mother,  watch me grow”
Through the glass walls,
In this bubble of life

The badges of propriety
Pledges and honor
To raise from the ruins

The castle on the hill
A King’s throne
And a mother’s crown

The lines in the sky
Ones to cross
And a universe unlimited

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Movie

Filth stenches
Air cold
Whiskers weighed,
By the tiny pearls of a mountain dew
Tramples heavy feet on a bare rock

If the path of a soul is a lost one,
Purpose is to gods
And wondering is to the moon
Across a dark sky,
Searching rays of the morning star

The peak is a horizon
Moving it’s walls as one strides closer
Caught in a bubble of life,
Life a movie
Playing along a runtime

Disney

Can’t you see?
The red and black,
Pink and orange
The paint on my face
The art in the mirror
Hoping to catch your eye
The man behind the glass wall

I am the girl on the street,
You the prince on the horse,
If I can’t fantasy the castle,
then will you ride down to the village?
To our little barn
Catch the Twilight,
and it’s young moon

I just wish one star,
Your eyes to meet mine,
And this haze to clear
If sparks can’t flame then,
Then my heart will I bury
In the tears of poetry
The diary of a bleeding love

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