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as fortune turned his back on him
and hope got out of sight
the sun eclisped and love escaped
into the fading light
all on his own, betrayed, alone
no one even near
had denied the truth for too long
he stood and froze in fear

His silent screams remained unheard
they just died away
than finally he lost his faith
his whole world turned to grey
Shades of pale, diffuse light
colourless and dim
soundless echoes, ghosts of the past
whispering to him

How could he leave this zone of grey
He started to walk paths of shadow
substance blurred, he went astray
and for every step he stumbled on
he had to give a piece of his soul away

soon he'll be a wraith himself
last tribute left to give was his fear
awakening clearness stroke him hard
this would not be his end – not here

Ravishing beauty, colourful shades
how could he have been so wrong?
ignoring the welcome that twilight did offer
this was the place where he belonged
embraced the twilight, felt libidious power
recreated, completed, transformed
into someone new
but Twilight's kiss demands its own price
Now he'll be haunting you.
( © Heike Borgard 2014)
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Nylee
Be ready to be locked outside
I am scared of all things that are happening
I keep all the doors and windows closed
I'd rather be alone inside
please do not

knock, knock
who is there?
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Nylee
What is buried so deep inside
A memory so entwined
many lines and differing angles
The same frame can be seen
Differently with different lenses
Different outcome for every scene
Can alter all the things
And I would not remain
as the person I am
Sea
Hard winds
keeps on coming
hitting on my face.

Sun shines
all the same time
blinding my eyes.

Waves coming
very much so inviting
becoming my only solace.
Like
Fairytales
Happily ever after
Dragons flew while spitting fire
And unicorns were born
long ago in ancient stories
Life will go on
with love, pain and sorrow.
Not like in a  fairytale!!

Shell ✨🐚
Life is not a fairytale
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Marie-Lyne
Connect
with
yourself
first
I wanted to hold on,
I wanted to keep you close.
But, now I would let you go
cause I can't save my soul,every moment
everyday I am drowning in your tears of gold.
Goodbye.
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
ZenOfferings
Master's makeshift meal
Weeds whistle with the widow
Mourning matter makes
Verse is but a vehicle
to where my words are bound

The cargo much more precious
than structure that surrounds

The driving force empowered,
hands firm upon the wheel

The road to ever open up
—with all I say and feel

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
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