The wind rovers when all lay asleep
In dead men chest; they lock doors as fear rovers
Free is the spirit, cold is its feel
Child of the night, your skin is dark heeding my feel
A chill of cold I spite through your flesh to bone
U feel my anguish, shiver through dry bone as teeth grind
Hide for your master knows not of nights
.......
I stop and my eyes wide sight the stars edged at the sky Far East all is bright for the mother of night has is awake
The full moon glows stealing the skies
Children of the night; this is all my light
Sought a path for only now I illuminate your path
Follow the wind for though spiteful it bends to my will
At night they sleep living in dreams
At day they sleep soaked thoughts
Free your mind for all is mindless
Wisdom is sought darkness…
For if not lost how then enlightened
For if lays in plain sight why then so many fools
Stay hungry; stay foolish
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Sited in a dark room my legs folded
Candles lit
Glowing in gold steady staring through the darkness
No incense just the smell of burning wax
My legs are growing numb
All junctures holding them a piece bitter
This is just a flesh of my now… but we measure by time!?
if so when you read this…
Read of my now
Beyond flesh unfolds blood and bone
Beyond flesh unfolds deep waters that run in u
To discern life enough to find the light in u ………..
All I write is to, for, about u
If I die I’ll have to seek a heaven that finds u
If I die I’ll roam from plane to plane cursing fate for concealed mystery
Hearts like this are built in extremes of brick in furnace
On sight of light; hearts like this sail their souls
They choose never to row letting their sails leadeth them forth by whispers of the wind
Afar and lost yet it’s not land they seek ……
In silence I don’t see you
In silence I chew my nails
in silence I hear the wails sound clear
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
The lock rusty; covered in dust and rust
You hold the key daring enough to flip and find…
Inside laid pieces of glass; a reflection of my heart
Piece them together you say, what’s broken can always be mended
Piece by Piece you re figure until a piece ***** your finger
Another ***** another finger, blood keeps lingering
Stop no you can’t all for the dismay of restoring love
Teach me how to smile in the dark; how to sculpture your mask
A heart cold as ice…
Metal bars flow blood to this folded dice, I roll it every day
Live or die are my only odds
Delicate it is, you find yourself attracted to all that hurts
You seek to mirror a reflection of your own finding no deception in a
world full of fakers and lies
In the end your blood runs dry 4 I feast on your love and compromise
*THIS IS MY DEMISE *
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC