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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

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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New divide

Whispers and judgements,
the waves in the sky
Cracks of a shattered trust,
and minds distorted

A brotherhood of lies,
and a mountain of secrets
Stacking and overflowing,
the river of blood

He hates my smile,
and I hate his eyes
The way of perception,
this new divide

A difference of time,
these amplified desires,
and a widening gulf
When we let go of our hands,
and our feet, parted ways

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Poison

Colour me blind
Rip my heart
The devil in my ear,
“boy, what have you done?”
a broken bottle
Peering through it’s bottom
The taste of wine on her lips

If the mind could reminisce
and find satisfaction,
in the seconds of yesterday
But not borrow from tomorrow
The rush in the veins
To bury me alive
With an end into a lapse

torment and regret,
Love the way it hurts
This inferno
With hands glued to the bottle
A centuries whisky
A mind eraser
And a pain engraver

She lied to me
“Forever an eternity,” she said
But just a flare in the sky
And myself in the sea
With my head barely above,
My feet and hands,
Numb in the cold waters

Am a slave to the glass
It’s crystal walls,
And the scarlet liquid,
Contained inside
“Pour me some more,”
Need to breath
With a poison, in my mind

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Hands and dreams

Blood on my hands
sweat in my dreams
battling a falling eye
fright of hell’s phantoms

Guns in my hands
shots in my dreams
bleeding a deafened ear
howls of slain souls

Dirt on my hands
graves in my dreams
suffocating a broken nose
bones of rotting flesh

Nails on my hands
wounds in my dreams
scratching a plagued skin
peels of flesh beneath

And the cocaine in my hands
fantasies of my dreams
feeding a dry lip
relief of yesterday’s WAR

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One and six

When hearts bleed pain from unfulfilled dreams, but positive to not fall prey into the dark, the world between.

The divine play heads and tails. They pump up our little hearts with fantasies, only to watch the dice roll without a say.

The six talks down to a one, “you are so small.” “Could it be that you are foolish?”
If the strong reigns with arrogance, and the weak must comb his moustache, then the dice is biased.

So the one plots for a takeover. For not all that is small is small. And wisdom befits it not to feast on wine and bread alone, but also on water and a single grain.

He takes a small wooden boat with an oar to travel an unknown sea. If dreams walk the sky, then “I will cross the sea”.

A natural six slanders with his tongue. Leaning heavily on his past, he rebuffs the future.

Not a one, a two, or a six can control tomorrow. But all wield symbols of hope to watch the next sunrise.

So it can be anything. And what happens when we get there?

If for the wrong reasons one finds victory, then for the right reasons one is doomed in silence, sadness, and enlightenment may be. And likewise, for the right reasons, a victory grasped is happiness for life.

So empty hearts know not the ways of love but hate. If gratification is one’s soul aim, then whine not if a gold cup is still a cup or rather one is too sick to enjoy the bounties of one’s hunt.
For on the six’s island, greed is still greed and kindness is kindness just like on the one’s main land.

The hymns of happiness are heard by all ears but listened to by fine ears of propriety.
The rains fall on all but the strong withstand the cold and the fright of lightening. And this journey is an endless one until we lay beneath the covers of the earth.

A superior man cherishes life, his and the others. Watching closely the web that turns events, he keeps an eye on the shadow of his neighbour so to send alarm to his peer when trouble hits; and his tongue he guards to never erase that shadow

The blessed are filled of life and wisdom to distinguish bad from wrong; They bless and heal the broken

For what is right is right, not for a good reward or punishment aligned; but for the greater web that guides all.

Not too big or too small, but equality steering evolution from the past to the moon; the one and the six, both equality important.

The superior man will applaud folly of a mad man when they will read with their eyes and not, their mind’s eye

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