The stars try to shine Down through indifferent clouds. Her tears mix with rain and water her path defining the moments Of forever. Love is the fiercest part of her being. Though she struggles to find it’s authenticity Hiding her codes behind barbwire and thorns. Her hands are bloodstained in the hours of time. She is mysterious With many latitudes Calling from a different Kind of universe. Yet she walks that path of stones Believing she is a different Person than the one she leaves on the trail .
Walking away from that Hushed comfort of understated majesty. Hearing music amid The squalor of verse With strangers who love among the poetic’s of language.
I grow tired of the Deep waters I’m learning to navigate the shallows Where purring oratory Captures me and leaves Me spellbound beyond All measures and time .
the city lights are two things; bustling but blinding, the life of the party intersect the intoxicating loneliness, it drinks all the emotion and pour them all at once, the paradox is right here, in the middle of these million heartbeats.
under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling -water pursues the angry dream of the shore. By midnight, a moon scratches the skin of the organised hills
an edged nothing begins to prune
let’s live like the light that kills and let’s as silence, because Whirl’s after all: (after me)love,and after you. I occasionally feel vague how vague idon’t know tenuous Now- spears and The Then-arrows making do our mouths something red,something tall