I wager with belief,
A tapestry divine –
Life’s grand design, I traverse,
By choice, this path of mine.
And though I surely know –
No need to trace the way,
Within my breast, it dwells –
Free will, where it shall stay.
Thrust deep, an aching soul –
Unraveling its thread,
While faith and choice entwine –
On paths, untrodden, tread.
:: r- 03.14.2023 ::
It’s been so long
since I touched
the feeling of love.
I painted her face
on a sad canvas
in a cafe of lost love.
We knew that two hearts
were lost in pain,
like shipwrecked souls.
How it hurts when I saw
tears like swells;
oceans so lost at sea.
And I sent her my love
(all souls lost at sea).
It has been so long,
I couldn’t remember,
but I saw a wave crest
across my soul,
and she sent her love.
When she said,
“I’m a survivor lost
at sea, babe,”
I never wanted to
say goodbye.
:: 03.12.2023 Rev::
Hate me, do it again Some have faith, some scream Some weep, some complain High priest of pain, extreme
Forgive me, I say If you’re the organ of love Desecrate the arts Push and shove
My heart doesn’t match you It’s buried deep beneath the sea I don’t want to know you Fame and fortune can’t sway me
Taste me, watch me Brush strokes and colors chosen Canvas of life, set free I’m unique, not a token
I was once a little pupil In a galaxy far from here Centered upon humanity My choices may seem unclear
I don’t care, I don’t worry I don’t break a sweat When love is perfect, no hurry Unless I paint it, it’s not set
So hate me, do it again Shame me, if you must I won’t bend, won’t pretend My truth, I trust
:: 03.11.2023 ::
In our time, amidst the turmoil of our hearts,
a symphony of screams, moans, and chants,
resounds with the claim that life and love are one.
Yet lurking within the fabric of time,
an insidious force preys upon the good,
leaving nothing but the kiss of death.
Even our closest allies can become shades,
reaching out with skeletal hands,
intent on pulling us into the abyss.
Thus, I beseech the divine for strength,
pleading for survival and continued life,
praying to the endless twilight for salvation.
I’ve strung ropes from tower to tower,
festooned panes with garlands, and draped
golden chains from star to star, all while dancing.
Now unshackled, I can die alone,
or perhaps find someone to share a meal,
for in the end, it’s all up to us.
:: 03.10.2023 ::
Amidst the doubt, I speak in silence, hushed,
And keep my head amidst life’s hateful strife.
We dream and think, without disaster brushed,
Creating life for masters, poets’ life.
With kings and commoners we walk and muse,
And wonder if this world is truly Earth,
A planet vast, impossible to cruise,
Too long to travel for one mortal’s worth.
Perhaps the undergrowth shall make a way,
A path for others, equal to our own,
Where hearts and souls may rest, find peace and stay,
On simple summer days, when love is known.
Through time’s long corridors, I search and yearn,
For love’s sweet time, when hearts and souls may learn.
:: 03.09.2023 ::
i drowned inside the well of the deepest heart i’ve known
it’s not a drink nor the sight of a swollen moon but the face of your love,
and it would destroy me to have you, and i burn for you,
i drown for >you< and my umbrella heart
saved my soul from drowning but not from the well of
the deepest heart i’ve known and i die for you,
no matter whatever happens and all that you’ve done,
and all the dying flowers of forgotten lovers
i will always drown inside the deepest heart
Oh blood, the life force that doth flow,
Invisible rivers that run below,
A crimson tide that feeds the heart,
A surreal canvas, a work of art.
The essence of life, the essence of death,
Bound together in a surrealistic breath,
A dance of light and shadow in the veins,
A surreal world where love and loss reigns.
In this surreal realm, where beauty lies,
And reality is often disguised,
Blood becomes a symbol of love and strife,
A dreamlike essence that gives us life.
For in the flow of every heart,
Is a surreal beauty that sets us apart,
A crimson thread that connects us all,
And leads us through this surrealistic ball.
So let us embrace this surrealistic flow,
And the beauty of the blood that we know,
For in its rhythm, we find our beat,
And the surrealistic dance that makes us complete.
:: 03.09.2023 ::
TRUTH NEXT TIME
I was talking to a homeless man
it ain’t no crime watching him die
i cut a few flowers near his tears
and offered my soul
is it right?
I was out on the streets
I don’t understand cause
it ain’t no crime
Souls come together tonight
He said, “I need direction.”
I said, maybe you’ll get it right
next time
I was a liar and even an angel
drank life and my wine
i hear the streets and don’t understand
Get it right next time
Your angels sing, “recognize the signs
next time”
I was such a liar and cheat. Says the
soul dying and wishing another chance.
I choose the brew and make my mistakes
and found a mountain i can take ~~
stay awake and put truth
Inside your throat. No matter how much
it hurts devour the truth.
Get it right next time.
:: 03.09.2023 ::
In the twilight of our love,
Where shadows danced with grace,
We held each other close,
As time slipped away without a trace.
But fate, it seems, had other plans,
And pulled us apart with force,
Leaving us with broken hearts,
And pain that cut through our cores.
And yet, in the aftermath,
Amidst the ruins of our dreams,
We learned to find forgiveness,
For those who caused us to scream.
We faced the bitterness head-on,
And sought to understand,
The reasons for our enemies’ actions,
To build bridges from the sand.
In time, our wounds began to heal,
And love found its way back,
For when we forgave our foes,
Our own hearts were no longer black.
For forgiveness is the key,
To unlocking the chains of hate,
And finding our way back to love,
Before it is too late.
And so, we stand here today,
United once again,
Forgiveness our guiding light,
Love and loss now a distant pain.
:: 03.09.2023 ::
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