Ray - Hello Poetry

Ray Aug 2020

The bitter taste of a poor farewell
was the last to stand when all else fell..
Our taste buds kept going on and on
begging for a final taste of what belongs..
A taste of fear from things unreal..
And the taste of true love's tender heal..
The flavour of things we took for granted
now lies deep beneath our tounges..
We realized that what we never wanted
was the oxigen flowing through our lungs..
We went on being, like seeking blood cells..
Vain to vain..
Train to train..
First to main..
What will we find at the next stop..
Perhaps a virus..
Perhaps a fresh crop...
A field untouched by the essence of man..
Or a life that goes according to plan..
Maybe this is how it's ment to be
We keep on looking untill we see
Whatever it is that we need to be..
But..
Untill our last days set us free..
The next stop
is where you will find me..
On my back
In the sack
Dreaming of days where I am free..

Ray Aug 2020

Always Burning

Have you ever been lost..
Staring at a candle
Counting the cost...
Of all your scandles

Mezmorized by the flame
The smoke..
Driving you insane
Killing your brain..
Every thought..
Emphasizing the pain..

But why this?
Why not that?..
Why bow..
Why take of your hat?..
When greeting
Or meeting..
Or seating yourself..
Defeating the purpose of being rude..
Why not heal yourself?..
Why not be ****..
And show them who you are..
All your flaws..
All your scars..

Caused by the flame..
The fire..
The burning desire to feel nothing
But everything..
To burn..
And keep your flesh flawless
And lawless..
Unbound by the order of men..
Of ordinary people..
Bound by my love for life..
And love for who I am..

Never changing..
Always flaming..
Yours truely..
Burning cruelly..

Ray Aug 2020

The Greatest Show

When thunder strucks,
and lightning glows
Gentle Giants go.

They don't look back,
they don't forget
but always give a show.

From left to back,
and top to right
the seats are packed..

Let's start the night.

Gently, my dear, don't you fear..
for here there's no more fright..

Ray Aug 2020

There will be Time

Presence prevoked the present purpose,
that of the unknown..
Protect they said, the ones with power;
ever unknown, the ones alone..

"Why the head?" I asked myself;
"Wiser start below?"
They said: "The head will tell the tale,
footprints never show."

No?...

No! "Instead" I said to same,
"you're waisting perfect thought"
The head's to blame, the power present
nothing stays the same.

I said to same: "Stand aside,
and let me prove you wrong.."

"Those prints ahead are mine today, and always will belong."

— The End —