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535 · Mar 2013
A Glimpse
Brewing madness with a day to
burn to
dream
to walk... barefoot
Collecting dust and rust in my mouth
Foaming... blood lust
And the dogs are on the prowl to
hunt
to scavenge, to
salvage sanity that has been
lost
It'll never be the same
Despair... strapped in the dark
and the words get lost
to forget to
haunt to
whisper

And so the road
bled...
This was a come back piece from a 2-year absence in writing. I never thought I would write again... guess old habits die hard.

Mek
12.22.12
527 · Feb 2013
At the End
It’s me and my bicycle
against the world of the turning
…And so I ride
riding not the lightning
but my bicycle
not of the shining
Leaving behind
golden sun is setting to
a different horizon
My gaze are shifting
seeking
for the myth of the light rising
Raging through
forgetting about everything
Tears never care
on my face come rolling
and it’s only me and my
bicycle
against a darkening world of the turning
And so I ride and ride
head on and collide
upon walls never hide
Shifted fading wide
Sands of time never lied
Drifting hopes denied
Hands of freedom all tied
But nevertheless
I come and ride head on
collide…
Mek
Sep08
526 · Feb 2013
Breach
...And so we breach
the tainted glass
that obscures us
from the reality
that we've been seeking
Not all agrees and
sometimes we are branded
as heretics
deviated...
From the stake we burn
and we burn bright
never a scream of pain
Triumph is
the heartbeat of our soul
and to every shattered pieces
of fragments
left
marked by the trails of
our blood
we realize
that fresh air
is beyond those
walls...
Mek
Feb09
525 · Feb 2013
Of Shadows and Mirrors
...Push me
against the wall
and ask me
about the things I
do not know
you'll probably get angry
but
is it worth a sigh?
Point blank
I can smell the metal hide
though i've never tried
dodging blank bullets
but I have never trusted a
pig
who grins in the middle
of a 7 am traffic jam
Too much goin' on
with not enough cigarettes left
A coffee stain on the table
remembrance of a glimpse
And I'm telling you
all the vagueness
between the dots is
me...
Mek
Jul09
525 · Mar 2013
Hunger is the World
...Six o'clock
breath out of focus
the persistence starts to
wane
and the heavens lament
over countless stories
of forgotten blood
Black
smoke-fed-mouths
the world is deaf
from screaming victims
while the crime
feeds the world with hunger
Death becomes a blank stare
symphony
of dead grounds
Eyes wide open
Frozen
Lifeless
Shut to be
denied...
Mek
09.17.09
522 · Feb 2013
When Wishes Come Late
She sits at the corner of a dusty room just beneath the ground. She tried to touch the bruise on her cheek but the throbbing pain was too much. She now believed that she's alive...

...Seven candles
and the sixth reminds him
of mommy
if only she's here
then the flames
would light
a better eighth...

...A bloodless sunlight struggled to reach her through a small window. She denied the calling as she sank into the nightmare. She never believed in hell 'til now...

...It was a night
when the moon wasn't suppose
to run red
she was gone
"I miss you..."
he heard himself whisper...

...An old wooden chair creaked as it carried her burden. She looked at the floor and the teardrops that stained the dust. She wore a devil's halo on her neck. She let go. Not to feel the breathing ground again...

...He blows the candle
with sadness
If only his wishes would
come true...
He is too young
to sit
under the rain
alone...
Mek
Mar09
522 · Feb 2013
A Road Laid by Despair
She views the world from a point where time transcends belief and the city lights shimmer like diamonds in her tears. Someone calls for her. She tries to ignore. "Not yet..."

...He did
what he could...
Almost
He stood at the brink of
a free fall and saw a
struggle bled to
dry...

...She flicks her cigarette as she exhales a cloud of certainty. Time will stop tonight... that's for sure. She descends with a cold blackness in her breath...

...He saw
a falling star
but he never believed in wishes
though if he did
he'd only wish
for one thing...

...The soul is still warm and the ground was still weeping. The scent of the ground isn't fresh and the stains were heavy inside her heart. She looks away. The last breath was hers.

...Selfishness
made him stole
time
that wasn't his
It was a choice
influenced
by being
lost...
Death is sometimes forced to descend from the Heavens...

Mek
Apr09

**Tangent Freeverse
519 · Feb 2013
Distant Horizon
…A sunrise of tomorrow
holding answers
from the questions of now
A guiding light
in the twilight of a man’s life where
the dark collides with
the blinding light
Raging on with the glimpse
…a candlelight
Guided by the beacon
of dancing stars
Holding on to it
with fading
breath
of each painful step
Reaching the end seems
a triumph of you
over storms and the reign of madness
Hunger strikes
like a deep hole
longing for more
Lasting the battle
with weary swords
you sit and ponder
over fields of
fool’s gold…
Mek
Mar08
519 · Mar 2013
A Walk With Fate
He waited... waited long enough to see that a promise's destiny, in a twist that some people may call fate, is sometimes doomed right from the start. I mean, what are the odds that it will bear fruit in the middle of winter?

Upon a blue moon
...rare
Peaceful, calm
and
empty
breathless like a dagger
She was there
longing...

The ground was brittle that night. So brittle, he thought it would break at the wrong take of a breath. He stared at a thought... Venturing out into the night never really pleased him, especially when alone. It's not about the dark or fear or something else, but the feeling of solitude haunts him...

Dreams...
she embraced
Solace
in her veins and her heart
blinded
as it burned the night
Illlusions made her
believe...

But perhaps... perhaps they were right. The howling comes first before the nightmare. He looked on the ground with a trace of a distinct emotion, that often leads to sorrow, and thought he should have not left in the first place... And now that the howling stopped, he wonders what nightmare stands before him...

Underneath a blue
moon... rare
She smiled and she
lied
and thought it was
peaceful and calm
She undressed and
slit her throat...
Mek
12.29.12

**Tangent Freeverse
519 · Mar 2013
Traces of the Sun
...And there are those
memoirs of a rain-soaked leaf
in a world where
the last of the drops
fell
without a goodbye
Failure to hold on
and a choice to let go
there's no way to see the light
in the absence
of black skies
Nostalgia it seems
a song to get through the night
Cloud-swept moon
and the crescent
fades
without a teardrop
of a hope's dream
Fires on the edge
and the wind's embrace
is another despair in the
cold...
Mek
09.16.09
511 · Mar 2013
Spinning Things
...Everything
looks gray like a
restless rain dance amidst despair
Most people deny the scent of
hanging corpses and walk
away from the
inconvenience of truth
and some
think of faith as a mere question
...a choice behind a thought
while the rest of us desperately
conceal the mask
in the pocket of defiance
hoping chance will never give way to
fate...

Control
where does it lead to
if absolute freedom is a path to
chaos?

Maybe I'll never know
So
I'll burn the sacrifice and eat
the ashes from what's left of the
dilemma...
Mek
05.25.10
508 · Mar 2013
Follow to Last
2 am... the nightmare started to seep in. It could have been easier if not for the cold breeze that embraced his heart. Perhaps that too, was part of the reason... a reason he failed to understand. But then again...

Dive
and let it sink
through endless
depths
with a ******
kiss

...The rain has been falling on deaf ears and perhaps morality has its own reasons to lie. Maybe they were right to establish that distinct form of belief to define the right from the wrong. But what if...

Believe
and never
fail
to contradict
the belief of a
doubt

...He had been sitting by the window for what seems the eternal waiting of a longing. Chance was the only thing he was hoping for to emerge from the prayers of madness. It must be her voice that lit a glimpse of tomorrow...

Chase
the sunset with
the sinking horizon
and hope
that it's not the
last...
Mek
08.01.09
507 · Feb 2013
The People of Tomorrow
...The world is a comedy
on its knees
pretending
that everything's alright
Spreading the hate
through the teachings
of love
and we love this hypocrisy because
it gives us the reason to
blame
Ideas clash in the confusion
of sunfires
through never ending circles
and the victims are
we
Electric blue on a
live wire
defines who by what
And the suit
makes a monkey
the man
Truth is
we can never be
who
we really are
anymore...
Mek
May09
504 · Feb 2013
A Sleepless Haven
The last match didn't light at the first strike. Though he's grateful it didn't break, he was somehow impatient as he stood at the brink of what seemed to be the edge of his breath. It must be the wind...

...Fallen angels
can never fly
when they choose
to fall
Heavens do forgive
but
do they forget?

...He saw the glimpse as if it was a moment of a dewdrop dreaming to be with a morning jasmine. The scent was beautiful but he could only hope to see it more clearly. His head had grown heavy...

...define a thunder
by the lightning
and see
the teardrops
leaving the cry
it gets lighter
in the end...

...The last traces of smoke had long gone. He wonders about the things they see when they reach the heavens. Maybe there are no answers. But then again, who knows? He had to let go...

...But
when it fades
before it can be felt, before
it turns into a meaning
then hope will
abandon
the sleeping
man...
Mek
Jun09

**Tangent Freeverse
503 · Feb 2013
Desperate You
Dead rat...
this place smells like
a decaying
dead
rat
The stench
fills up your breath
haunting our sanity
Desperate for control
you
pull the strings
hoping to choke
us
As we laugh at the howling wind
knowing that you are
empty
Soon the day will end
and we'll pour ourselves a drink
as the rain
dance
with our thoughts...
Mek
Mar09
499 · Feb 2013
Truth Silenced
...She
used to be a ballerina
in a time when
Jesus was still
free
Man
was the anomaly that
ravaged her for the sake of
power
and the irony behind it
We blame the heavens
when the moonlight
speaks of
sadness
that feeds the malice of hate
Never did
a fabricated smile mean anything...
It is
but a desperate attempt
to boast
a strength in misery
And pride...
Pride is
another poison that
we indulge ourselves into
even if the streets get darker
even if
the path gets heavier with
despair
Chances are
she'll be forgotten and
we may never know
why
we sink into the depths
trying
to define the
anger...
Mek
May09
496 · Mar 2013
Gospel of the Blind (10w)
...We sowed
seeds of
black faith
and hope for
miracles...
Mek
03.20.13
496 · Feb 2013
A Different Hue
...I've walked upon worlds
of fallen grounds
Wounded and healed to paint scars
as the last drop of red
paved a road of a shadow
of eternal yesterdays
I've gone to deviated slumber
to lands of never sleeping dreams
where the sun
was never blinding
and paralleled reasoning
was his radiance
while the moon
never heaved logic
upon her shadows
that lit the beauty
of tomorrow...
Mek
Jan09
496 · Mar 2013
A Tell Tale
There are stories to tell...
Some good and some
not so
good
They remind me of wooden stars
hanging
on a dusty old ceiling
Ignored but never forgotten
They were dull like
dreams in the morning
and yet they
scream
much like a nightmare
These stories... they whisper
sometimes to haunt
and sometimes to
justify their
existence
But as with all stories
written or told
the end leads to
another...
Mek
12.31.12
491 · Feb 2013
Decaying Paradigm
...Greed
upon a smorgasbord
and the lifeless
weep under
the reasons of fate
or
by chance
We are all
guilty of the crime
and we deny it
by feeding a senseless fire
thinking
what we did was
enough to build
new towns
out of rotting
timber
In the end
beneath the flesh of the pride
we
are no more than
the air we
breathe...
Mek
Jun09
491 · Mar 2013
Shadow of the Mirror
...I am
left to wonder
under the spirals of
sleeping heavens as I
listen to the sound
of desperate
men
crying
trying to be free
Blood flows backwards
as reasons become irrelevant
and the purpose of fire fades
with the last drop of
whiskey
Surreal as it may seem and I will
never know why
but I am
staring at the man who
denied
he ever
cared...
Mek
10.10.09
481 · Mar 2013
A Time At The Edge
...Build a fire
and burn the heart
to bring the light at the end of
darkness
Fill the sorrow with
songs
Maybe tomorrow will
leave a room to forgive
and never
spend the night
under the kiss of whiskey
ever
again
Tread the path
where shadows remain what
they are
and believe those who embrace
reason as a fragile whisper
Choose
we can only be here
once...
Mek
10.31.09
478 · Mar 2013
Order and Chaos
...And she
dug, digs and
will forever dig her
grave as he
whistled in the dark for what seemed
past twilight
on the top of the mound of dirt or
somewhat that looked like it while
the dogs went mad and
desired to consume her but
she sang
those songs that her grandmother taught her
when the world was ignorant of
the truth
Hauntingly strange
the melody was
To a point that it defined
horror
in a way that transcends belief
He jumped down, grabbed a shovel  
resting under a pale silver light that
sounded like it was humming to
the melody of the song
For a moment she thought
her end was in his shadow
and she was right and uncertain but
he slipped and fell and screamed
to an eternal drop to
Hell...
Mek
01.02.13
478 · Mar 2013
A Walk on Clouds
...She ran asleep chasing
ghosts
Wondering why
she ended up
faithless
She had dreams
and a hope and
a glass of poison
in case things get
too much
Blinded and lost, she
prayed in the arms of
her shadow and
never wanted to stare
at the sun
Restless
she tried to rest
but it's a curse that she couldn't
and never
will...
Mek
01.18.13
475 · Feb 2013
Suns and Sunsets
...Sit with me
and we'll glide
within a wingless
flight
and think about the things
that are free
You and I
and a dream
will linger
beneath an old tree
with a smile and a kaleidoscope
and a cool shade
from the blues
of empty skies
Hold
the last beauty
of the sunset
and we'll keep this memory
while the skies fade
into another
sleep...
Mek
Jun09
474 · Feb 2013
Whispers of the Void
…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…
Mek
Sep08
469 · Mar 2013
Black Plastic Thoughts
Purpose...
the very essence eludes me
Leaving to wander at the
edge of something what
was thought to be
reason
Lost under the spell
of a moonlit nightmare
I succumbed into the
failure of logic behind choices
and the light
has been blinding
since regret became the only sun
I am
not
what I'm suppose to be
and sometimes
I wonder...
I'm alive
only because of
black breathless
dreams...
Mek
11.02.09
467 · Mar 2013
Good Night
...Tell me
stories and tales
whisper them with
the yellow sun
Enchant me with your voice and
guide my thoughts into a warm
cradle
away from the cold
Calm the nightmare with
your embrace
So I
may forget the fear
that lurks under my bed
Be the lamp before I
close my eyes and be
the solace in my
sleep
And when we get there
remind me of the illusions in
a sweet dream's
promises...
Mek
08.30.09
467 · Mar 2013
Now and Then
...Staring
at an empty wall inside
an empty house
Basking under the glory
of doubt
with three moments
and a life's story
I wonder if
paper airplanes
would still make me smile
like it did once
in an afternoon of a
tired day's song
And though I don't remember seeing a
springtime
sunset
within traces of a
lonely anger
I still believe
that the streets will hold
the memories
for whatever it's
worth...
Mek
09.05.09
467 · Feb 2013
A Complex Faith
...I tried
to stay under the
radiance of the light
Where everything can be seen
and lies
were forbidden
But I wonder why
fear
suffocated my breath
and the dogs
glared at me in my sleep
and their howls
devoured my dreams
They said the crows
never shared their feast with
the vultures
But you see
man has told tales
based upon
contradicting ideologies
and the one
hanging
on that dead tree
knows the smell
of his own blood
His voice may be cold
lifeless
heavy
nevertheless the truth
So now I
walk away to be with
the whispers of the
dead...
"Belief contradicts belief..."

Mek
May09
465 · Feb 2013
Story of the Drama
The ground was heavy and the air was dense. Time clashed with logic to pull the sun up again. She breathed heavily while broken thoughts lingered inside her chest. All she wanted was to understand...

...Crowded streets
and empty rooms
intertwine
with everyday life
The sun may be golden
but it doesn't always
shine...

...Despite the obvious reason behind her strength, she descended into the depths of a blackout doubt. Succumbed by something that felt like the lacuna in her breath, she looked at the hazy afternoon sky while she awaited the dark...

...Even the sky
wear masks
not to hide the imperfect
but to conceal
the one thing
that would make it
real...

...The dissonance in her head was from the void within a moonlit anguish. She thought it would rain but never expected the nightmares of the cold. She desired for a midnight fire...

...Bridges
fill up the gap
but loose ends
are not meant to be tied
when reasons
become
selfish...
Mek
Jun09
464 · Feb 2013
Kite
...He used to fly
of what he thought
were smiles of the sky
Soared high above the horizon
beyond borders that
never touched the seas
nor the shore
nor the sands
constantly being washed away
He sang with the sunrise
dine with the sunset
dazed by the moonlight and
filled the void
of a hanging twilight
with hopes built on dreams
Dictated by a life of
seventeen bullets
But like all men
he doesn't belong to the skies
And so
he rested
underneath a cold shade
of a dying tree...
Mek
Dec08
462 · Feb 2013
When Words Go Beyond
Mere words
lifeless
until they come in
to light
for what seems an enigma

...Transgression
of the usual trance...

A vivid distance
between boundaries
and freedom
Contradiction of
clashing thoughts where
complexities are never
complicated after
the whispers
echo
in a silenced
heartbeat
Perfection of a higher state
beckoning from the spiraling world of
poetry...
Mek
Jun09
461 · Feb 2013
Wandering Seraph
It was on a starless Night…
Moonless
Dark
A Silence being whispered by the wind
I walk along the empty road
My path shrouded by
shadows and…

So quiet
but for the velvet rhythm of the leaves

I sunk in Contemplation, drifted
in my thoughts
As I tread my pace, nothing enters…
blank
Confusion starts
Doubt is
talking to me
What am I doing here?

Nothing I understand… everything is
Vague
Deep
in thought of wandering shadows
A thought tainted my vision…
”Nostalgia”
sentimental tears
and a
cloak of melancholic reverie…

As I walk on, through cascades of eternal sadness
I stopped…
hesitated
to go on
…is there any reason to go on?


Mek
1999
455 · Feb 2013
A Black Vision
...Moments of despair
clash
in the absence of light
Thoughts whirl
and swirl and
dive
into the depths of what
was thought
a safe place for
sanity
A sleepless journey
into moonless
wanderings
under the waning strength
while the waters
rise to a choking point
Believing is a
burden
when daylight is but another
illusion...
Mek
Jun09
454 · Feb 2013
Loved to Hate
...Broken pages
in a night of a
lover's quarrel
blood stains
under the disco ball
You never learned
to dance
What were you thinking while
indulging yourself
in the anger
of misunderstanding
Look at her and stare
inside
and see the wound
that will never heal
battered
forever
Fading away from love
you walk away
leaving the hurt
all the hurt with
her...
Mek
Jul09
449 · Feb 2013
Burned Bridges
...It was on
the streets of 96
when we started to live
the usual days with
an unusual
life
The first fires were
heavy and cold
but as time had promised
all faded
to a numb
We raced the sun to cheat
tomorrow
but She
never came
The pursuit was futile but
intoxicating enough for us
to believe that chances would
make the stars fall
so we could wish...
We had always thought
that we could reach
home
before nightfall
but the chase
never brought us
back...
Mek
Mar09
448 · Feb 2013
The Fall of the Cry
...The withering
clouds the circle of
the moon
with a lonely fear
inside a
blackout heart
Devil
may cry and get lost
but finding romance
in the dark
will only bear
a void
beyond recognition
Setting horizons
are illusions
mistaken for love
and falling is
even worse
for thorns
are only meant for one
thing....
Mek
Jul09
447 · Feb 2013
Yesterday with the Sunset
...Arrows and spears
of daggers and knives
only a few can
make the heart
bleed
Afternoons
with the dawn of sunsets
descending into
subtle
hues
of a midnight nostalgia
where a whisper
tells stories about
the lamenting hurt
Swaying
with the cold trees
in a melancholic swing
watching every bloom
into a wither
brings a lot of memories
that were once
denied...
Mek
Jul09
446 · Feb 2013
The Beast within Men
...Seated upon a throne
at the edge of a rusted blade
of corrupted flesh and blood
A man feasts greedily
watching over slaves
who built rainbows
and clouds and blue skies
He wore brightly colored jewels
born of arrogance and filth
Slave of a golden crown
with nothing but a void
underneath the skull
He floats as he walks
with a pride of a king
but the stench can never be contained
as it screams that
this self proclaimed god
is a wretched sight
of a decaying piece
of disease...
Mek
Jan09
441 · Mar 2013
Men and Prayers
...Some people
pray to empty cans
and hope the sun will make
rain
in the absence of belief
They wait
and they dance until
the emptiness
becomes a threat to the
aria of illusion
So they panic and curse
and blame
the moonlight
howling
to feed the hunger of
self-inflicted nightmares
In the end
they find themselves
in the cradle of desperation
and believe
everything that
burns...
Mek
10.18.09
440 · Feb 2013
A Dream in a Story
I sense a story in
You
Like a myth that has been
told throughout the ages
I see a golden field
to glide upon
blades of grass... Unscathed and
touch the velvet petals of
sloping hills
Ride...
Ride with the unicorn beyond
clouds of never ending east
The melody is
solace... Suspended
in the air and
the scent that lingers is sweeter
than the first kiss
under the moonlight

The other side is just
on the other side and
they say all wounds heal
in time
but the question remains
how long will I
last the bleeding?
Mek
Apr09
440 · Feb 2013
Dreamless
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?
Mek
Sep08
435 · Feb 2013
Irrelevant
…Waiting under a moonless sky of
gray dawns
created by my sleep
the rain seeking for
a silver drop
cascading but never a tear
A maybe of
uncertainties and
a quiet numb
growing into a bloodless
streamless
breath…
Lights were once flooding
a rainbow of unicorns
never been a withering
Wanderings never were
an aimless journey
unlike those tides
desperately washing
the sands
away…
Mek
Oct08
432 · Mar 2013
A Common Laugh
...Once upon
an insignificant time
the world was upside down
from my point of
view
Wondering why
people do
what people do
Diving into the flood
of raging consciousness
seeking for calmness
in a place where failure is
the only thing that could
happen
I am
trapped to be confused
not to drown in
despair
but to fit the pieces
in man's black
comedy...
Mek
10.02.09
...Seven steps towards
forgetting
second thoughts
Remembering
the existence of pain
Drowning world
in a worthless dark and
struggling breath with a
regret
that hungers for blood
Butterfly wings lacking
the backbone
A certain fall to the ground
Sun fire yellow
never to bask
under the warmth
Fear carries the blame
but it is
the choice
that manipulates
everything...
Mek
08.06.09
427 · Mar 2013
Inevitability (10w)
...Dawn
new beginnings
tears fade
until it cycles to
Dusk...
Mek
03.20.13
424 · Feb 2013
Deaf Prayers
...We look up to the sky hoping
the heavens would hear
our plea
Not to seek for something
that cannot be found but
to have something
that would save us
from the agony
in each drop of tormented
sanctity
Almost
into a scream
we utter this desperate
cry
and we mourn
for the things that were
never
ours
And we realize
thoughts never cleared
our heads...
Mek
Feb09
417 · Feb 2013
Gospel of the World
"...God save us!" That's what's written on a ***** wall down the alley of a forgotten heaven. Though she was too young to understand the real essence of the phrase, it sounded like a plea hanging by its neck. She held her headless doll tighter...

...The Creation
of heaven on Earth
was necessary
It was never about
believing
but following...

...Salvation is but a prayer of those who are in despair. Who will save us? She knew nothing about this and all that mattered was the growing hunger. The sky was dark and grinning with lightning...

...He had been sitting
on top of the world
for as long as time
can remember
Fear
is his gospel...

...She had lived long enough with misery but not long enough to see the skies relieved of its burden. Who is God? That was the last thing she had thought before they butchered her for her flesh...

"...Divide and Conquer"
the thought
becomes a living entity
Feed those
who have
with those
who have
none...
"There's a monster residing in every society..."

Mek
May09

**Tangent Freeverse
417 · Mar 2013
North Star
...Sleep
but never fall for
the temptations of the hoax
Flowers may bloom
but the Devil will
reap the fruits
even before
you could plow
Black clouds isn't always hell
and ****** angels
need to cry to keep
the winds flowing
and remind you
of the hurt
Roses are not for the dead
and to cherish each step
leads to silence
that few has ever found
One light leads to the end
and the only thing needed is
to remember
what you came for
in the first
place...
Mek
09.19.09
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