Just Me And You

Just Me And You

I lift my arms while the wind’s force reckons through, did you sleep while I dreamt away from you?

There isn’t a place so safe while the clouds rage on, do you see me fade till the sun is gone?

And I worry, that there is none, when your tears taste so bitter, the touch of my tongue.

Feel me break away, darkness swoons, petals fall, seeds begin again, the night rages on, do you fear the sun, is the black our tomb, the flower coldly blooms.

It’s not safe while the winds rage on, all these years, where has the time gone?

And you look at me, when there’s something left to breathe, just hold me, it’s a place where dread causally weaves.

It pushes through the clouds, I said it’ll pass, but the clouds cover my eyes, it’ll always last.

I feel it rage on, you know I’m gone.

Is it what you always hold, do I fear that cold?

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Pondering Sea


Settle in a wave, surrounded by celestial blue and white.

Your fingers edge the spacious sea until the sun sleeps.

The moon whispers lullabies as the waves slowly dream.

Motionless water wraps around your weightless self, a feeling of complete serenity.

Your curious eyes spread to the corners of the world till the edge of the sea is heard.

Your skin smoothed by the crystal sky called blue of light, mirrors trapped under the gentle sea.

Carried far from your home,you are steered towards the land where bees suckle honey dew.

The waves calmly set you on the beach with wind at half mast, leaving you to ponder, am I home at last?

The World 


The world, does it seem like a new beginning?
How man has gone and the birds are no longer singing?
Run, it’s all broken, the ending has become a silver lining.
Like how the water dries in the desserts burning binding.
The stars no longer shine and the moon no longer fades but discloses upon this ending day.
The world, it seems like a new beginning, but humbled in its dew, a roaring ending. 

Antique Shop

Antique Shop

Antique Shop
Reasons and days spill hearted desires, flipping light switches when my shop opens to the custom buyers.

I wouldn’t notice a line drawn or a cup tipping, can I sell antiques when the vase caring water starts dripping?

Does it bother you when I kiss your smile, wiping tears when water hits my tiles.

Female features distract my gaze by the flowers, do you think a needle hides within a caving hay tower?

Guilt or truth, it’s all just hidden in my concealed lips, bronze cups breeze cool winds when you gently sip.

Playing out before me while a clock narrows a minute one from three, bashful hours always leap into the mild flirtatious sea.

Come and look over my shoulder when books dream, their vintage ink drips past a worn out seam.

Lessons of a mirror, buried in a wall, fellow men purchase items that speak rhythms of a call.

Quiet your curious mind and sleep where the bed did lay, antique shop lingers perhaps a moment, in a day.

Fools and Grace

Fools and Grace

Fools and Grace
Skylights are the only thing keeping me high, running with fools and drunken cowards by the river side.

I don’t notice my life changing in a blink, waves swallow me as my body slowly sinks.

We are the falling stars that’ll crumble to dust against a wall, drying up into specks of waste when we hear a moral call.

Drapes of life lay me on the riverbed, alone, unnoticed by the ones who grind their heavy bones.

Breaths of salvation kiss my lips, my back bleeds from their earthly whips.

Lungs turned to stone and fire, the arenas cheer while swords rip my flesh, the nods of buyers.

Fed to the starving giant called depression, brimstone cracks while crosses echo their cryptic sessions.

A light doesn’t matter if I cannot hear the call, banging my fists against iron bars of a steel wall.

Save me from the inner pain of sin, are you the one destined of David’s kin?

Strapped and torn while the crows pick my brain, the hangman severs my neck to end the pain.

Where I read and sing, people slowly follow, knowing I cannot be worthy is a drink I can hardly swallow.

Watch the stars fall from grace, each condemned lash breaks against my face.

This home of black rock burns a flame, were we fools who wish they could make a change?

The swords and grins behead all who kneel, loss of life rotates like a cycling wheel.

I am not worth this heavenly deed, axes chop away the tree while rain buries its seed.

Bloodied hands and feet lay twisted, dragging me towards hell, he insisted.

Wait, my dear father I am sorry, hands corral my feet to stand against death’s army.

Words in mouth and warmth at hand, slay my body but weep when I kiss your sandals on the sand.

Pierce my flesh with steel and metal points, crack the bones and rip them from my joints.

My tears water the ground while goodness spreads, the tree now mightier than what the doubtful said.

I am but a servant weary and starved, heads and souls witness the love that’s been carved.

I have said what must be sung, the night covers the day while I am quietly hung.

Family do not be sad of how I came to end, all believers die when he descends.

Lisa’s Song

Lisa’s Song

Lisa’s Song
Sky blue is a color I describe, two and one are the numbers she abides by.

Little sighs, a scarlet tune, her eyes are like the pale white moon.

I never would do anything to you, their won’t be an addition past loving two.

Holding you in a space of marble pink, it doesn’t mean I’ve lost the ability to humbly think.

Flowers sprout easier in this growing sunlight, even in the dark, petals glow past a fading night.

Her touch breathes life like the unseen air, colored strands of her distinctive hair.

Dear Lisa do you think I love you?

His Lies

His Lies

Don’t be naive under constant gazes, breaking oaths while relationships pass through their stages.

Naive, so naive.

String tied on a little black bird’s wing, sweet words he spoke until they sting.

Oh, the hardest part is that I believe,
Hoping he holds me, but footsteps always leave.

Constant sleep.
Countless stars are miles away.
I am so sorry, so broken.

Locked within his colored eyes, lips mutter while my ears listen to the lies.

Just cheap excuses laying out inside my mind, tears blur the sight of what I want to find.

Is there nothing left while I make my bed, little moments, forgetful thoughts of what he said.

Don’t look away from the truthful lies, read the story played out inside my eyes.