...
lighting n
violent storm in
the dark night
wrapped my
existence
~~~
in the fearful
roaring of   clouds
no one is there to hear
the mourning of  
my wounded soul
~~~
drowning  n
surfing on the
waves of  destiny
my life has became
like a caravan  
of  remembrance
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*(c)  deovrat-31.03.2018

Block, Block I knock
on a poets writers block-door of mind.
No one answers so I knock again.

Block, Block
Come out come out
to play, mind pattern
who is in darkness.

Block, Block I knock,
as I breath deep
to expand with trust
and determination.

At last door opens.
At last a crack I see
so my breath of intent may enter.

Finally I can  
shoot with my ray gun aimed
at wall of wandering doubts.

Bang, Bang Block,
I stand with gun of creativity
filled with word-like bullets
to disintegrate you,
and success is mine
Thusly... I can move with flow
so I may write.

My words has been reading by the def person
My words are noticed by that blind person
My voice has been shut down for myself pleasure
lost , still searching for myself
But all I can find is a black mirror reflecting all of my lies
I did cross the river by hiding from the tik of the time
I did trust in the rage to get me out of myself cage , in the first seconds I did find out that my cage is just a memory of revenge there's no need to get out of it
the demon who's in my room corner is whispering
Telling me things I admire about the night
He's Trying to turn my flame to the fire
He's trying to get a chance to get the same reference
His whisper is getting louder
He's waiting for me to talk
So he can see the ignite program
Lost
Found
Same as his main road
As long as my silent will keep his blind
i will keep my misery for my Mystery the beauty of silence always was an art but only the blind person who can understand the beauty of it ...

she
is cold
we can feel
her winter breath
she chills our napes
with her gelid icy hand
we take to our warming hearths
to shelter from her frostiness
she has no charity nor any compassion
how baleful her season of bitterness

I shall move in waves of my own destiny,
swimming gracefully.
Drifting divinely in breath
carried by tides of moment.
By grace in gratitude.
By the wind that sings.

And as sun filters through clouds
I feel free.
Free to celebrate life
for I choose where to swim.