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Dust on my shoes

This street is dull
Sweeps particles of dust along it’s pavements

Onto my shoes,
Dirty laces through eyelets of tired leather

The park once bloomed
Faces of unknown lovers wishing upon the fountain

And I played a song
The strange tune of a forgotten guitar

Hearts came alive
The warmth of thunderous clapping delighted my soul

That I came each day
To pull the strings of that same guitar

Days fell in and out
Hearts walked in and out

Never returned
These piles of little scrolls of unread poetry

The dust between the lines
On every letter,

The tiny pieces of my heart
May be I am just another beggar on the street

May be my journey came this far and here it ends
May be I only need to dust my shoes

Wounded hearts

the world forgave me,
but just one person,
myself

no house of God,
man of faith,
or divine scroll
preached my salvation

and with a moving rope
bruising my neck
I found no soul,
to aid my sinking self

but a million sad faces,
trapped in shadows
of what they called light

with the left as a right,
and the right as a left
that the center,
was but a dream

and with the scars of a past,
itching, and bleeding
peeling our own flesh,
beneath our broken nails,

an awareness estranged
trying to erase,
the slates of our distorted minds

to mark the graves,
of our lost souls
the cries, of our wounded hearts

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If God went North

             This sacrifice for a dream
Screams thoughts of what I must cast
                    into the sea

       My heart is lost of love
But vengeance
             Hate
      And anger
              
        I see the moon
                                      Not the sun
           walk a dark path
   With an admiration for my shadow

        The only family I know
    With the night inside my heart
         The friends in my head

     When darkness is all I have
             My Nightmares to cherish
     
           If God went North
                              And left my soul,
                                       On a boulevard,
         Under these sinking skies

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Get well, my darling

I know that death would call unto each one of us at sometime
But I want that time to not be this time

Seeing you lay on that bed,
I realise how much I wanted to do

To say, and not argue
Cuddle, and not push

Caress, and not fight
Though I enjoyed that kinda,

Because we cared so much to fight for each other
And last night I thought,

That we were done for sure,
But seeing you talk to me in your silence,

Bruised, body and soul,

Wounded, heart and spirit,

Tears my heart,
Listening to your whispers

Of how lone it is,
Out of this world

Beyond the sun and the moon,
In that fated eternal slumber

That the present treasures more,
And happiness too precious

That we, together,
Should enjoy more

So I sit in this chair,
By your bed,

Choosing to live an eternity,
Until you come back to me

Get well, my darling!

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Illuminated

It was easy to breath,
But hard to live

Watching the world through hell’s gate
Wrestling my demons by the day,
And chocking on my screams in the dark

An illusion it seemed,
Vivid, a smudged line between,
The realm of reality,
And edges of a nightmare

The heart grew cold,
To fear and hope,
But hate and misery,
The cloaks it wore,
On the path of vengeance

To the heavens,
In their silence,
Hiding above the clouds
Shielding the sun from my soul
An empty shell,
And a withered spirit

May be,
We don’t know the light,
Until we’ve been in the dark,
We don’t see why we live,
Until we’ve found,
That to die for
To lose our souls

And so I awoke,
Into a dawn,
That life could be beautiful again,
With a new reason,
To live, die,
A legacy,
In a hall of fame,
Where my name rests