Tag Archives: life

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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A thousand daggers

Awake in my dreams
The burning flames on my skin
Falls rugs of flesh from my bones

My soul is a wooden bird
Hollow,
And never flies

Standing on a windowsill,
Watching the sky and it’s kites
The sun and her moon

With the stars forever far,
The sound of a winding clock
Came a shade of a dark cloud

A young sparrow she was
Onto my windowsill
With a melody of a dawning spring

That life felt complete
Just a moment to last
But a moment too short

Watching the last of her wings
Flapping into the yellow of a young sun
The last petal of a red rose

And I became lost of my heart
With a thousand daggers through its veins
Bleeding a love that never was

Another moon

Even the devil loves,
Cries,
Cuddles,
Hugs and smile

Blood in his veins boils
Cold tears run down his lips,
Where the moon shines in the midnight

He warms her heart in his chest
Embracing the color of her soul,
Into the nothingness of the fading ashes
The once white petals of a virgin rose

When she wished for a falling star
And lo, the heavens opened
Her heart she waged
If only it could last another moon

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Crimson

My soul feels cold
My eyes blind
What is, seems not
And what wasn’t, came to be

The veil of ignorance
Trapped in my illusions
These cuffs from the past
Eating flesh around my ankles

If only I had listened,
To the winds from the future
The Black Swan I saw,
Floating down a drying stream

The road we walked,
On shelling mines under our feet
A brother I lost
The only sister to care

Only to cry on my shoulder
Before she turned and walked,
Into the horizon
With my hands painted,
Into the crimson of the falling sky

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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

Black gold

Petals of sin
A cold breath from his soul
Frozen,
The fountain of tears

A line of ethics,
Between church and man
Is the truth a mystery?
Or a divine canvas?

Stretching the skies,
That the light sunburn what he sees,
Given time and place,
The shadows of the moon

A party TV of a painting,
Prejudice or nothing,
Pulling to oneself,
The plague of propaganda

Giving gins to the church,
To let a child live death
The reality of a cynical world,
Lost in the fumes of the black gold

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