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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

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                                     

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

Starting the day with the heart's prayer I'm not sure why my tears have arrived You still matter to my raging heart Sad, I feel For all those nerves I burnt in fear Forgiveness can be a delicate act When we give it one more chance "May you be well. May your heart blossom and your soul flourish."

The white of the mountain beckons me I hear voices echoing from far, beyond the snow lit sky Was it you? The heart of my soul dancing through clouds They caress me through the sparkling air Glistening white lights follows my gaze Distant tunes spin with the fallen leaves Circling to the ground Swirling through my mind Your hand in mine I can see your fingers touching my soul Long before they grazed my skin Yes, It was you The angel of Darkness Timeless is the beauty of your eyes Every time I have met their gaze, I am annihilated , in their presence ~

With every sip With every pass of wind You are around my memory Your soul is here and lingering I am being reminded There are these chants that don't need us but to listen What do they say today Tears are filling the eyesight

I want to disappear from this world I want to live in a world without hurt I want to live ,forget and also forgive Everything that I did do and still I like to live Sometimes this dark world is very mean Sometimes this dark world misses green I want to live in a world where everyone will understand Why you did come to shake with me my fragile hand Sometimes it feels like everyone is against me in this Like there is in this world something I daily do miss I think I miss a little bit in this world you who it is But sometimes I pray and ask also for forgiveness I want to forgive myself and I want to forgive you But I know too that is a not so easy thing to do Because it means like if I really want to forgive Well my gray skies change suddenly into deep blue The sun will always shine and I love to call you mine Now I miss something in life and that feels not fine If the world is mad at me and also if I love to weep I know everyone will change and real things I keep The real love

Where do we find the answers To all the doubtful questions That linger in the corners Of a worn and troubled heart Who will build a lighthouse To lead the seeking souls to shore When lost and barely stay' afloat On troubled water black and foul If not blowing in the stormy wind Will the moon and stars step in Or do we in our darkest hour Reach out for the sun itself?

°°° every things seem calm and quiet  a little dark and chill, calm and quiet still I've learned my lesson the hard way nothing is what it seemed to be not in this reality, not in any reality reality is as it is, nothing more, nothing less seen thru different vision, different perspectives, different minds, different insights yet remain as it is sometime I get carried away, some many times breaking free, out of my caged reality leaping free, thru the dense mist reality rushing in to unknown reality, unnamed reality yet only to find, any reality is as it is every things seem calm, quiet  a little dark and chill, calm and quiet still I've learned my lesson the hard way the dark clouds will soon swarm over thunderstorm will soon emerges blazing the wrath of destructionsometime I get carried away, some many times breaking free, out of my caged reality leaping free, thru the dense mist reality rushing in to unknown reality, unnamed reality yet only to find, any reality is as it is