Nothing

Been drained out of things to say... I just hope this dry season is followed by pouring rain...

Cup of Wine

Drink and gobble the river of wine
Sad disturbed drunken woman
Ease up your heart and put out its fires
Drink... drink away your memories
Drink your way into unconsciousness
Cup by cup... goblet by goblet
Drink and gobble the river of wine
Wander streets unawakened leaning on walls of moss
Drunk by tears never the wine
Drink and gobble the river of wine
Sad disturbed drunken woman

Death of a living

Rhythm of an undead heart
Like ashes
Like ashes in the whistles of a wind
A single beat
Slow like burning wet coal
Heat to bleed... bleed the heat
Veins reminded of dark centuries
Rhythm of a dead heart
Like ashes
Like ashes in the waves of an ocean
A double beat
Fast like burning dry wood
Cold to bleed... bleed the cold
Veins forgotten like dark centuries
Like ashes...

Black Universe

Blood that flows
The night that ends the suffering
A melody of the wind that dances with the dead
Beauty beyond the imagination of Gods
Trust the waves of entity
Touch the sun and light the century
Man aside of relief praying the blind who see
Lack of thought abundance of feelings
Love to burn sand into clear crystals
Scream the oceans happiness of the deepest waters

Let go

After every down there's an up ... I learned yesterday that we can't control people we love, they may not love us the same all the time. They're excited at first but then they might change, and we can't control that. This truly upset me and I was angry all night. But then I figured: there's nothing to do about it because you know, sometimes the best thing we do to our loved ones is set them free, because if they don't wanna stay, and we squeeze hard, all they would do is try to figure out a way to leave the grip of our fist and then they run away.
So cut loose and they may stay... well at least they would have that option.

No title just a quick thought

When I pretend that I have a life on the side of a highway where the desert sand covers the asphalt
When I pretend that I have a life on the top of a mountain where the snow melts and floods my throat
When I pretend that I have a life on the edge of a rooftop where the sight of stars becomes a habit
When I pretend that I have a life on the corner of a tombstone where an engraved epitaph needs my name

The boy with no lungs

The lizard on the wall heard the story of the boy with no lungs

Crawled into the hole and met the spider with seven tongues

Said I will tell you a secret therefore you should hear it but in your ear let it hide

Although, the lizard should have known that it's a spider with seven tongues  Then with seven people the story will collide

Since now he spelled the words and relieved his stomach from their tones

It’s time to crawl back onto the wall and steal more stories to rattle the bones

Hush and shush are silent mutes, for a secret split in two is a secret no more

The boy with no lungs walks with fingers pointed at him

Because the reptile wanted fame by throwing his sickness out the door

The days passed and the tale moved along from mouth to mouth

The truth was disguised as something else ever since it left the house

The lizard enjoyed and the spider waited for news to come

Ear to ear the boy with no lungs became the kid from the sun

But the question that amazed the mind is who was about to pay

For the Boy’s suffering that was too enormous that day

When the lizard was out of gossip he became her food before his own eyes

And the spider died of food poisoning from the reptile’s pouring lies

No matter how many tales were told of the boy he remained the same

If only he could breath he would speak of his name

In years that felt like days the boy grew two golden lungs

While the depth of the earth held on to the souls

Of the lizard on the wall and the spider with seven tongues…

So I have a new blog

Thanks for your support friends across the world you proved to be very enlightening in times of deep darkness I love you loads!!