He as I is a product of others rather
Yet he holds his head hi while I hold mine in shame
He has a way of coping and refrain
Yet I feel like the door mat lying in a drain
Hi softly asks me questions
I do not understand
And sometime when I'm away from him
How quickly they consume
I have to try so  quick now to be ok and bright
So he won't choose to leave me
Or push me out of sight
So I'll be strong And silent
Present that I'm ok
So he won't see my fear and sarrow
And have to walk away
Just got to be the normal and pretend that I'm ok

“Freeze”

By Morning Star, April 2023

No time.
Freeze the room.
Now bites—
Winter burn.

Slice through with a jagged knife—
I capture
sight
of you.

I fear a distant dance—
The wolves,
the air,
its chill.
The clash of stairs,
a break upon the pillow.

I hear the call—
an echo of
the wolf
who comes to me.
He sits upon the moonlit hill
to set the badger free.

The hare lies still,
its heartbeat fast,
a winter’s cheat
beneath the grass.
But still—
the shadows roam my mind.

October’s gone,
but once again
you creep into my life
and sever me.

Why?
Once a child to slay—
I grew.
Now once again
you speak no truth,
you play your evil game.

Take what you will.
The wolf is gone.
The moon won't light the way.
Disappear—

But when the frost
of winter chills appear
I see you still.
And frozen there
in fear—
you ****.

I cannot free the deer.
It’s too late.
I’m too lost
in fear.

No time.
To freeze the room.
Break away.
Ice.
Frozen fall.

Wind is listening.
Soon.

Now the crimson waters start to flow again—
And I can hardly sleep.
Pull me through—
For I am not
Who I used to know.

But stranger things
still haunt my mind...
And I’m
Afraid
To go.

“Don’t Speak”

By Morning Star, April 2023

Step down,
deep stone
into holy ground.

A hunger,
a thirst—
you cannot explain.

Tight the rope,
sore the skin,
ripped in two—
a question mark.

Read the words
upon the page—
they burn
into the skin.

Broken candle,
rope,
and breath—
the whole of you
is bound.

The lights are dim.
Red candles flicker
on stone walls.

Be still.
Tight your eyes.
Don’t speak a word.
But read—
read with no delay.

Read the words
to the end of the book.
The pain will stop.
Your body, free.

But fear—
the fear of painful death—
still lingers
on the face.

Don’t speak a word.
Don’t shed a tear.
Don’t show
you cannot survive.

Be still.
Follow all the rules
of someone lying there.

Float—
up above,
into the air.

Puncture veins
with thread.

And once
the shadows disappear—
you’re safe.
Safe to return.

As long
as you are silent.

And never
speak
a word

I am forever trapped inside the hollow dwell
Underneath the stair and under villa dwell
I am forever trapped within your secret void
Never to discover never to be free
Scratched in the rancin ink from your dark souls they smother me
The words i dread  pour through me though faded through the years occasionally consume me
fill my heart with tears
Your evil words tear through me somewhere deep within
I forgot to lock the gate again and allowed you to wonder in
My bones still ache at night
The twisted knots
Still tight
I toss and turn you wake me
Shadows claw me through the night

Carefree
I am a hare — soft, carefree, gentle, yet strong.
Mother Earth is my home, where I truly belong.
The moon is my closest ally, glowing pure and wise,
And the stars above, they know the truth behind my eyes.

The flowers in the meadow whisper songs to you,
While the stream flows softly down, veiled in morning dew.
The deer, so still, await the hush of dusk to wander through,
And the lake begins to shimmer in the sun’s warm hue.

If you open your eyes gently — not in rush, but trance —
You’ll see the hidden stories, woven at a glance.
The butterflies arrive, light as breath, in dance,
And all of life unfolds before you —
if you just give it a chance.

Believe

by Morning Star

She has a dance, and sings it well,
Her voice a song where silence fell.
She shines her light through frozen hell,
And will not break, and will not dwell.

She turns her back on shadows tall,
She runs to hills where mists may fall.
She will not, shall not ever see
The depths of his depravity.

For she has warmth, and she has grace,
And friends who hold her in their place—
Who whisper truths and help her trust
That love is kind, and love is just.

She is safe and free from harm,
The storm will pass, the soul be calm.
Once more, the flowers start to bloom,
The gardens green beneath the moon.

She has a light that lights the way,
She is a star in darkened day.
She writes it happy, leads the flame,
She holds no shame, she speaks no blame.

For she belongs—yes, she is known—
To hearts that never leave alone.
And if she doubts, she need not fear—
They write her name, they draw her near.

Believe they’re there, both night and day,
Believe they care in quiet ways.
Believe your voice still has a place.
Believe—
you shine with endless grace.

🎵 “Say It Will Be Okay”

Genre: Lullaby / Acoustic Healing Song
Tempo: Slow and soothing (65 bpm)
Tone: Reassuring, intimate, protective
Written by: Morning Star


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🎶 Verse 1
It’s okay—little hare has grown
She carries now a heart of her own
She holds her safe most days and nights
Wrapped in whispers, soft as light


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🎶 Verse 2
But sometimes tears still find their way
Onto pages that forget to say
The sun still waits behind the grey
And hare is here—she'll make it okay


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🎶 Chorus
So say it will be okay
Be the voice that never strays
Wrap her close when she’s afraid
Be the blanket, be the flame
She just needs to know you’re near
When she falls, be the ear
That hears her call and gently stays—
Say it will be okay


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🎶 Verse 3
If she tumbles out, unsure and small
Catch her softly, don’t let her fall
Tuck her in where she belongs
Where she feels safe, where she feels strong


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🎶 Chorus (repeat softly)
Say it will be okay
Be the warmth that doesn't fade
Let the sun come through her name
Let her know it’s safe to stay
She’s still home, in every way
Say it will… be okay


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🎶 Outro (spoken or sung gently)
The sun is here…
bright and waiting.
You’re still home.
It’s gonna be okay.