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For you to listen to my pain as I cried That time doesn't wait for anyone to listen To give me the space that I need to express myself Let my tears speak what my heart can't Perhaps I really do need to feel the wind on my skin If I should stumble will there be someone to catch me Why does the river cut it's own path through the canyon There has to be a reason humans can't survive without oxygen Does the heart need to beat to function Is the soul last to leave the body when the brain dies The sun needs the sky to wake up Like the moon needs the stars to sleep Why does coffee wake people up in the morning Do people need a stimulate in the morning to start their day Can clowns exist without having the constant need to scare Will there be a day where there's no war anywhere in the world If I Could Ask You - CzarnyKon 🐴

" Be someone else's beacon of hope when they're struggling through waves on a turbulent sea , " -CzarnyKon 🐴

A miracle makes the good moments most In puzzling light there is a pretty post Lost in little words longed from lost lands Dire and deeds come down to a dance Morning mourns because of the moon's might Silver no more sage green only in sight This one night that nears the narrows Comes along to coo in calm carols

Zero out at zero minus zero T minus 4 and counting Don't know if I'm coming or going, or falling over myself; to know myself; to find myself out again Estranged, stranger days the hands of strange a stranger way Away with the pixies, away with the birds, away with the fairies Couldn't see the light to concede my plight, the flight of Angels Only to sail the seven seas and map the four corners of the globe Away in a manger, the twelve Apostles and the Star of David The House of the Holy, the Crest of Nobility and Noble honor The 13th hour and the nine tenors, a gate, a stairway to Heaven; and the piper at the gates of dawn The crescent moon and the Holy Ghost has spoken Morning has broken, Noelle and the book of God on a wing and a prayer God have mercy on their souls for thou shall not commit a mortal sin The second coming, Armageddon and the Apocalypse God almighty, God willing, God have mercy on those that are of good of will, Amen

I smile... ...not for you, ...not to deceive, but to keep from drowning... ...in the silence between two breaths. Not every smile is real. Sometimes it's a shield... ...a sword... ...sometimes, the last fragment of hope. I smile... to keep myself from breaking... ...where no one sees. Between walls that whisper what I was never allowed to say out loud. They say: forgetting is healing. But I wear my past like a chain. Cold. Heavy. And yet — I call it... my compass. They think silence is peace. But silence is screaming... ...in a language no one understands. Every step creaks on ancient graves. My chain drags across the floor of my past. An echo of choices I never truly made... ...heavy with words that were never spoken. Still, I do not turn around. Because hatred... ...taught me love. Like fire... ...teaches the seed how to grow through ash. I went over the edge. And I came back. Without wings. Without a god. Without a promise. The eye watches... Above me. Within me. And I feel

I love you all I am so ashamed I feel your souls as they twist with rage I sense the warmth that you hold so dear and seek the comfort that is always near Soulfully, mournfully the children moaned. In the forest as the fire burned. The hazy day had faded into a surrealistic dream. An ancient, scared shroud covered the world shielding us from the darkest deadliest night We journeyed to the ocean to hear the white dove's song Our souls realized our essence as our bodies died I love you all I am so afraid Just the briefest of looks then a shallow grave The bridge was crossed in the storm that day Children had come to show the way This lonely man... had no more tales to tell His cold, dead eyes showed only a vacant, hollow, stare It’s still here you know Left behind Beside the rose Have you forgotten? The smell of summer’s rain Purple clover fields softly sprinkled with ginger rays The palace tower still gently sways Awaiting your touch Awaiting the day Do not shed a

Rain skitters down the window, little beads of dew, collected until a necklace, is what a web turns into, gathering glinting droplets, on its fragile sticky strand, while tree branches are letting go, leafs fall and sway then land, atop ever murmuring waters, foreign whispering stream, it reminds me of coffee, how clouds stir like cream, oh so dark and bitter, until you mix a little light, much alike an orange sunset, as it welcomes in the night, its luggage chilly darkness, from a gentle winters dawn, snowflakes born so shyly, in a moment they melt gone, reminding me I miss you, since the tide pulled you away, I wish you home tomorrow, even if not today.

Grim whispers permeate the air .... So over it already Over this stress & anxiety Need to put this behind me Wanna start anew - My soul is very exhausted now This heart of mine is sore from fighting This year has been a jarring panic Trying to be stress free seems impossible Overwhelmed down to my bones Intoxicated by the chaos of my nightmares - Put on a mask pretending to be happy Stepping uneasily into this world with a fake smile Playing along with other's ideas of what happiness is to survive The weight on my shoulders makes things difficult - Putting on a smile when I am unhappy is painful Struggling to keep this facade of happiness going Nothing seems to keep this positive energy alive My heart went frigid like the winter's whisper I am numb from this paralyzing abyss of stress Screaming into this void of swirling darkness .... Those whispers hunt my soul in the dark Over It - CzarnyKon 🐴

In this world of dream-forms Awake only for seconds at a time Is there an end to this suffering This incomprehensible longing Of my every cell to burst open And become boundless water again Is there such a thing as pain In this default state of alertness I let every fibre of my being twitch With a force almost nuclear Until there is but a whirlwind of chaos Destructive and devouring A hunger that feeds upon itself Self-perpetuating Self-habituating otherness Amounting to everything and nothing at all And from this place of nothingness I carry with me the depth of the oceans The spirits of killer whales The forcefulness of wind The darkness of the wisest minds That dwell beneath the earth Seared into my glass-like skin The mark of wilderness itself

      treading across god's skutterudite eye                         like a f l o a t e r traveling by                   ghostlike; as we sun                                               der                                                  with the morning star                                                        that surrenders at the recurring aurora                                           'fade away', i say to the fallen angel of heaven's entryway                                  farewellfarewell                                                                                                                                                                            sos                                                                                                whispers my dreams                                                                                 in a hoarse voice; they cease to exist                                     

The window reveals the haunting A picture of a face with wanting No way out of the room for the lame Wanders if outside there is some fame Sick with all of the green lime light The source there but not enough bright Medicine and pills dull the longing pain No emotions can be found again by a grain Again drifting off into free and space The story does not end in a fast nor slow pace Continuing on from a battle with no line drawn The fight never ends until the color of dawn Barely a whisper heard from the one that aches A body found is felt with tears shaped in lakes And the lakes traveled elsewhere to quivered wakes Everywhere and everyone felt this loss No one with bad blood today does not feel the boss Seeking solace and comfort they put the body to rest They traveled over to one direction through hest Scribbles and peaks were the tracks left behind For today is the only day the path is lined A road never crossed was paved the way for the mourn All who travel all

Shattered glass on a moonless night, Fragments of promises scattered wide, Each shard a memory of what might have been, Reflecting only the void inside. Trust, a phantom in the mist, A whisper lost in howling gales, A hand extended to empty air, Where hope's last ember pales. Roots wither in poisoned soil, Nourished by tears of the betrayed, Twisted branches reach for skies, That offer no reprieve, no aid. In the caverns of the heart, Echoes of laughter turn to stone, Cold and hard, they line the walls, Where warmth has never shone. Bridges crumble into churning seas, Connections severed, ties unbound, In the depths of solitude, No anchor can be found. Trust, a currency long devalued, In a world where truth holds no sway, A relic of a bygone age, Now dust upon the way. Shadows lengthen, day by day, In a realm where light can't penetrate, Where every touch leaves scars unseen, And love succumbs to fate. In this tapestry of despair, Woven with threads of broken dreams, Trust lies

What is this thing called: "artist block?" And does it come from lesser stock? Is it a fugue I simply cure? Is it from here or where YOU were? Is it a malady of mind? Is it a plague the lepers find? Is it a beast that preys on fear? And...is that why it can't touch me, here? Is it superstitious and obscene? Is it something that remains unseen? Is it terror only fools embrace? Is it rage and jealousy you face? What is this thing called: "artist block?" And why does it leave your talent locked? Why is it something I can't see, Leaving only MY mind free?

Shadows race past your window, Mirrors crack tonight. Children sing in the moment Of strange, unheard delights. The sky ignites with fire, The moon sheds her mask. Winds whisper promises, Children seal the house. A tree has fallen in the forest, Frozen to the ground. Shadows shatter with your worries, Leaving you with only doubts. Time has passed, Like sand into glass, Where the heat of lightning is stored. Each day is born From an old, grey soul, While the night awakens, Brittle and cold. Swaying tall grass Is overcast By swirling leaves in a storm. Each moment will last, From the first tear cast, Into the silence Of the darkness before. Forgotten pebbles lie captured In streams frozen in time. Leaves are scattered awkwardly By a bitter, cold breeze. Snow-covered mountains stand, The dark night sings her songs. Youth play in the hot summer sun, Days last forever, As each new days begun. Colors are painted on a sky never seen, Our visions make sounds, For our senses to

I see them shuffling along the streets Eyes fixed dreamily down upon their feet They are alive but unaware Every step brings them closer to their own private hell Thousands of whispers swirl inside the empty air Unheard now for a million years In the distance it’s starting to form The final storm The winds have changed Life fades like a dying ember in the rain My neighbor waves I look up and feel ashamed How many more days inside this absurd cage? Butterflies flutter freely Over an ancient burial ground We've buried all our sorrows there Hoping they won't be found The burial ground Is so cold and desolate The butterflies just flutter above Not knowing what they've found Every now and then I see a glimpse of it A fleeting flash of something What is it? I just don't know But if you've ever caught a peek of it before it was gone You'll understand It makes me feel nervous, scared, dismayed, frightened And so very, very small Maybe it's because I can't get there all the