3 things

Three things that make a man vulnerable, 

that which he loves, 


and fears

Three things that make a man strong, 

that which he loves, 


and fears


Nothing else matters

When the sun came anew, 

a long second ticked away into oblivion 

Eyes flashed in the yellow light

counting down the stars 

fallen from a previous night

I soiled my feet


from phantoms of a self

The voices and silhouettes 

hanging over my head

My soul restores in The hell’s kitchen

My lungs inflate in coloured flames,

burning inside my heart 

The bloodstream and the rush

In this moment I belong 

and nothing else matters

Dancing in the light 

Stare at your shoulder

Study it’s lines closely 

Dwell in your pride

A lion graces with his mane

and Kings reign while castles ruin
The ghosts of the jungle

Unknown shades clouding the sky

And feet breaking the branches beneath 

Crushing the dry leaves into dust
The absence of light,

But no fear

And the Real
Is the understanding, 

For fear 

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