Tag Archives: pain

Let it rain and snow

A setting sun and her changing sky
The smooth canvas of the sea
Rolls gently into a silent night

I hold onto my oar
My little boat drifts to a lonely island
May the grass feel warm beneath my naked skin

Could it rain and snow at the same time?
I wonder
The cosmos fascinates a broken heart

These tears could be frozen
And washed away
May be my heart would forget

The fragrance of fresh roses,
Tulips,
And poison of a painted daisy

May be my love,
Like a flame,
Would burnout

And lo,
Smoke rising to the skies
For the eyes are better looking at the stars

Than the earth
Where you shadow I remember
Your breath I inhaled

A beauty I must forget
And these scars I may heal
If only time could let me

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

From the grave

If I fall from grace
The light that hides my face
My father from his pit of darkness, 
Will his bones rumble and break?

The heart is a frozen chest
Obscure reflections light it’s surface 
The paintings of the moon and the stars 
Will love warm the colours of a love night?

What the eyes can see, 
And her hands can’t touch 
My mother in the winds
Will your breath fill my lungs?

The whispers are unending
The language of the cold
Your lessons I may never learn
For the streets are so much different now

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Fair

If the universe won’t be true,
That dove won’t stay,
May be I wanted so much

My innocence won’t waiver
My needles of piercing pain
Through the young skin of my heart

Fairness is brutal
Purity is a joke
Welcome to the old ages

A man and his desires
maidens and wine
You will find him in the bath

The royal servants won’t say,
Of another courtesan to the walls
The Queen and her crown

Shall the opera begin,
This, a fair one,
She could last a while

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