It might just be a token
But I am not yet broken
It might just be a blessing
But I still hear church bells ringing
It might be a small thing
But I still remember how to sing
It might be something big
If I can still light a candle stick
I might find the light
That gives sight
Then I have to say
It's more then a token
that I am not broken.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
Yes
it was a long time ago
but that sword was forged in fire
temper's remember's its fathers flames
Yes it was a long time ago
but that path once broken
is still forever scared
and that mar is not easily forgotten
Yes it was a long time ago
but passion cannot be contained
pain and pleasure intertwine to create sane
later activity slows
and then all those products calcify
to make
bone and stone
so
Yes it was a,....
long
short time ago
but
echo's
still remain
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
Clear the table
the build up is far from stable
cold cowardice melts into hot need
it's time to tend the seed
lust denied
tends to multiply
and if it doesn't turn into ******
then more hunger becomes a must
but hunger fuels flame
and fire is never for the tame
I say find the same
for a choice between fire and ice
does not need to be asked twice
always
choose
the flame
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
Wood was once alive
for the sun did it strive
run your hand on it
feel the echo of its life
or maybe the echo of you
your warmth changed
emanates from within
and as the years ware
the wood fares very well
the grains remember
like reading yesterdays mail
pull up a chair
or rest your head
on a massive bed
lay that hot mug down
watch the ring
the wood will sing
and share a memory
or two
because those grain's run true
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
Are dreams
sometimes more then they seem
are desires
only for secretly burning fires
maybe hopes
are actually really long ropes
reaching to the impossible
and making ecstasy more then possible
because
sometimes
I really need dreams to be real
sometimes
I need to feel
and just to make it real
I need to feel
with
you
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
When that was then
and the past was pure
when yesterday straddled oblivian
and hopes to futures tend
when dreams blew against the wind
and wild hearts did not know sin
that was when
I did not know what to say
but moonlight and fireflies still lit our way
yes that was then
which then's were when
but still I was with you
and
that is all
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
Is change coming
Do you hear that mighty strumming
Or feel the empty silence tear
In the distance of the near future
Something is happening
Economy politics fuel food climate credit germs cult personalties
Something is about to wipe out the banalities
I know it
I smell the rain
Pregnant in the wind
Has that become a sin
If not then why do we all still sit
Today's warnings simply do not fit
Will you hear the screams of fear
Change is coming
I know it is sounding
Because now all the brain's
Are simply trying to stay sane
This by holding on to the normalcy bias
But these are the times that particular bias
Becomes illusions in the highest
* Just because lightning has never ever struck you before it does not mean you should open a metal umbrella in a thunderstorm. Even if it keeps you dry,......till it doesn't.
-Just Arun
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
I struggle in drying cement
the screams do not imprint
no record will exist
unless a visage will suffice
I was once here
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
tick tock
watch the clock
but be much more careful of the shock
I have direct live and shocking current
that is never ever abhorent
but if you have the time
then I have the rhyme
find the center
instead of going on that ******
together we can try
together all of us,... can simply just fly
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC