…Yesterday was fine
though not really
Maybe it was
maybe it
wasn’t
Maybe the colors were obscured
I was just dreaming of tomorrow
…What will come my way?
It was her… then she came
Together in each other’s arms
It was a cry
it was a smile… perhaps
But whatever it was
It sure was one hek of a time
We danced
and danced against
the music
Maybe I was drunk
Then again maybe
not… who knows?
I was shot then
I breathe
…was it worth every breath?
Maybe… maybe not
Maybe I shouldn’t be here
just maybe….
But I’m tellin you
it was worth every smoke
I was there around the corner
when it rained and I
took yesterday
looking for a silver drop
in the harmony
of my chaotic
dreams…

Hanging in the twilight of
distorted sleepless
dreams
Slowly drowning in the lake
of burning fires and gloomy skies over
dying stars and black skies
With each moonlight fading
the world is falling apart
Restless… a choking of the neck

Ascending cries never ending
A deafening
silence
looms in the dark…

Crows feasting the flesh
Hanging upon a dead willow tree
No peace but a void of
a transcending despair and
a struggle in every
breath
Yesterday’s a masterpiece
blackened
Emerging strife of a desire to live
…lamenting of a withered bloom

and so it says but never
heard…
Is there a better tomorrow at
the end?

As a kid I
wanted to bring the sun down with my
slingshot and a pebble but not
my pet rock
And so I aimed
and aimed so
high
with my slingshot and a pebble
but not my
pet rock

And so I released
released the pebble
rocketing up in the sky
so I smiled…
“…the sun will soon go down”
says I…

But the pebble…
the pebble plummeted down
down, back to earth
turning into a falling star…

So I gazed upon
this daylight wishing star
wanting to wish…
but I felt
numb

And as my gaze followed
followed this wishing star
it hit not the ground
but a man’s head reminding me of Jack
Jack breaking his crown…

And for the first time as a kid
I saw a man turning into a raging bull
A raging bull he became
charging towards me
with fire in his eyes and blood
on his crown

So I ran
I ran racing the sun
and so a lesson learned
what goes up
will surely go
down…..

Some things don’t just
fade away
Mesmerized by a song that was once
sung
…melodies of time
Thoughts brought by the days
that were once a tomorrow
Whispering to every ear
touching every beating heart
Could be pain
could be
smiles
laughter and tears
A melange of intertwining emotions
spiraling with the ever changing face of
the silver shinning moon
A melodramatic prodigy of the night
blooming with the midnight rose
in solitude with the cries of
each
distorted
smile
Wanting to let go of the burden of the wisp
but not of the melancholic scent
Memories of walking
hand in hand
and the nostalgic breath of the wind
soothing but sometimes cold
Rekindling old flames
over and
over
again…

…A cold wind blows
awakening
a hollow in the heart
A familiar nostalgic entity
lurking in my nights
A melancholic singing of
desperate voices
whispering through the breeze of a dry
solitary
twilight
A haunting
embracing
the abode of my sanity
Running away
from an undeniable void
brought by dark fires and tears of
what was once thought a numb
beating heart
A nightmare in my slumber of
sleepless nights
Wanting to break free and light
the candle
to see through the dark
but I find myself being
succumb by the
cold…