The slowdown
and The fading through.
Another year.
Here's me and you.
Our Tribe,
beneath
the burning Sun.
Beneath the star's
like everyone.
All the corners of the world,
So many tongues
So many words.
Lost
All under the same sky.
A thousand
million
reasons why.

A voice upon the passing wind.
The traffic
and the festive lights.
Stood outside another pub
he dreams about her hazel eyes.
Although the rain is falling
he can't feel it on his skin.
His thoughts,
a thousand miles away.
Lost to her
and everything.
Watching people passing,
he wonders bout their lives.
He hopes that their all happy, safe
as they fade out of sight.
Christmas decorations,
wrapping paper
five for a pound.
He pulls ******* the cigarette
Then picks his heart up off the ground.

Another night in Paris,
but different than the ones before.
Left with love to conquer,
the terror knocking on the door.
I hope this won't discourage,
Liberty, where it was born.
For hatred is an energy
not within,
when we are born.
It's harnessed by a twisted way.
A path, that lost souls
sometimes take.
Lambs brought to the slaughter.
Brainwashed, to the point of hate.
Where every single drop of blood,
is washed away
with so called faith.
Yet I pray for all the victims,
not to a God that will dictate
I pray to what's within us all,
The love that is the only way.
A prayer to **** the hatred.
A guiding light
to show the way.

Paw prints on the melting snow,
A fading sky,
an orange glow.
Pine trees
lead the way back home.
Back to everything we own.

"Follow the stars"
those were her words.
Lost with all the sleeping birds.
Feathering, the nest
that dwells.
In the pines
above the earth.

That breath
that lives
upon cold air.
Her misty voice
sings everywhere.
Dissipates,
Lost to the dawn,
with every word
I am reborn.

Upon the pines,
the forest floor.
The way
there's always room for more.
Always room
for what will be.
Nectar
and the sleeping bees.

Broken are the roses.
The garden doesn't seem the same.
And every breeze that passes through,
forever,
whispering your name.
And then there comes the moments,
The ones
where one
feels all alone.
Lost upon the roses,
where memories were born and grown.

Maybe I could plant one now
And you can help it grow.
You can bring the sunshine,
the light that melts the Winter's snow.
Upon those cold oul mornings,
when we feel
lost and afraid.
You'll be growing roses,
shining through the mornings haze.

An ode to my sweet *****,
the grace beneath each step she takes.
She's like the sun that lights the day,
A swan upon a sacred lake.
Her eyes illuminate
the night.
Shining with the silver moon.
She's there with every
breath I take.
The melody in every tune.

"It's great to be alive,"
she said......

Then she went
and broke his heart......

A hook,
upon each line
that's thread....
Catching out
each word that's fed.

The memories
the darkness.
That seem to swallow up the night.
Fall into a broken space.
Nothing's wrong
and nothing's right.

The weight
of the unknowing,
So different,
inside every mind.
The want
of love and growing.
The hope that follows
every fight.

Swallows swoop
upon the green,
before they say
goodbye again
Wings upon the same old skies,
feathers
and an empty pen.