You are my muse so maybe you should know That these scratches and scribblings someday I hope you read. You became my muse when you brought high to my low And smiled a smile that made souls bleed If some day we should walk down that path Remember that this was more than just infatuation… Read More Of Blue Eyes
I wrote my love for you On the falling sun So that every day I watched the sunset My heart would be right there with you. I hoped that maybe on your evening walks Your eyes would catch the sunset So that you would see Everything I saw in your heart. Even when we were… Read More I wrote my love for you on the falling sun
A gushy wind carried the dust. Large obsidian rock lay still. I buried my heart in the cold Where freezing wind past me by. In that cold, my heart was warm. At least warmer than what’s been. Then I listened, I listened to the winds of solitude Gushing in the distance. With them came… Read More Winds of Solitude
I wanted to get lost in your eyes. Just like I did staring at the sun. I found the sun right in your eyes. Which I why I held on. Every day I get to watch the sunset, It falls leaving me behind. So alone I hear voices With their echoes within. Voices telling me… Read More When I found the sunset in your eyes….
As the engines roared, Thick black smoke danced In search of the heavens above. Metals cut the ground open. The pain one could only imagine. Symmetrical lines mapped the fields, Whose green once housed thousands of arachnids. Then the Lord watered the earth. The thirst, the hunger for growth And the master sowed his seed.… Read More Lonely spring evening
Her tears were only paralyzed. Paralyzed emblems of hope. Hope that her suffering today Would wipe away your tears tomorrow. She missed the sunset But found a full moon. Whose light was everything. Everything she loved about the sun. But then the darkness came And flying stars lit up the skies. Stars that granted wishes.… Read More A mother’s tears
Close your eyes and picture heaven. Beautiful isn’t it? It was bright and white I’m guessing. Now do the same, only this time, Hell. So my question: Why does brown also have to be black? The good jobs, ‘White’ collar, aren’t they? The illegal stuff, black. Black jobs we call them. The beautiful princess was… Read More Why does brown too have to be black?
What about this tribe? One of a mass of souls wandering Up and about in the cold Empty vessels made of gold Seeking the kind of strings Many take for granted That tribe whose “Knock and the door shall be opened to you” Is only but a verse in the Bible And what about that… Read More Forgotten tribe
Ridges of snow. White is beauty In an ugly world. -Solomon-
Closed my eyes for just a second A whole lifestory flashed before me I saw you and all the pain you caused I saw me before I got shattered Too shattered that you must stay away Or else these pieces will break every last part of you. And who am I but a man to… Read More Toxic pieces
