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On a moonlit night, when the sky seemed red
A knight was found,putting a thorny rose, on a firefly's bed

A knight so brave, a hero, who once fought for his land
Yet,the one, he cherished most, withered in his own hand

It was, as if, a love with a fairytale
He sought to offer his life,to simply draw her in a veil

He thought, he knew, it was all, but a fiction in his mind
Yet,he crossed countless rivers,searching for an exit so kind

Such a dazzling light in a place so dark
Having a dance of death, in a forbidden park

He searched and searched for an eternal eternity
Yet,he couldn’t find, even a beginning of desired destiny

He did all, that a mortal could
Even so, he couldn’t find what was misunderstood

The eyes seemed to deceive, as he saw his firefly in the graveyard
The sky began to cry, as he ran towards her, leaving behind his vanguard

Even, if, it was, all a lie,he only wanted to see a glimpse of her light
A light so bright, that could made him the nation's knight

The graveyard turned into the heaven's garden as they embraced each-other
A garden bloomed with roses and dahlias,where butterflies danced without a bother

A sky so imagery, with such a gentle breeze
A sun so warm,lying under the shade of fruitful trees

Tiny chirping birds, played and sang all day-long
Perhaps,this was the place,where she could belong

They spent an eternity in such a brief of time
In a graveyard so beautiful, as if living in a rhyme

Refusing to let the river flow,they spent the happiest while
Untill the knight,saw a thorny rose, from a thousand mile

The heavenly sky began to embrace night, as dark clouds began to form
They knew,it was time,bading farewell,to their little dorm

Yet,they embraced the museum of destiny while praparing to leave with a smile
When the knight, for the last time,looked at the thorny rose,from a thousand mile

On a moonlit night, with a sky so red
A knight was found lying beside a sparking bed

As vision began to fail, he held onto his crest
When the firefly was seen,lying on his chest

In their own bed, they lied,beside each-other, peacefully forever
Perhaps,this time,happiness reached them,without falling in the slumber

May the birds,together, for eternal, cross boundless,only journeying forward
Untill the end of all,yet none, living among the fireflies,a story, about "love in a graveyard"..
Just staring at this rain sparks a boundless space of thoughts
Let it all out, even little by little,something that was locked out, that you sought

Let it be a pen or let be a brush
Let be a pencil or let it be some crush

At the end of all the place will fall
The place will fall when the time will call

Let it be words or let it be an art
As we lay down on a horseless cart

An endless pit with a place to fit
The choice of none as the rule was done

A mourning joy, a meaningless pleasure
A rain that forever was an unpriced treasure
Glossy sunset
palm trees bending
a couple

almost a silhouette


they don't walk they float
above the sand with arms
not locked

fused
like Legos like
cogs

in a machine
grinding against
the tide

in the distance
at the edge
Diamond Head Rises

close but still
too far
Laokos 2d
And the rivulets spun through tapestries of golden guilt, aligning themselves with the magnetic regrets of my life path. There’s a rage in me from everything that hasn’t worked out. A tendency toward pity and self-flagellation. A poor, little wretch who has come to believe that he deserves life’s beatings. But I’m a nice guy, so instead of directing that anger outward, I direct it at myself—a victim-martyr caught in a loop of self-punishment to save the world from myself. I want to wake up and feel love and purpose, but instead I just feel like I’m surviving—clawing my way back to feeling lost and uncertain only to fall back asleep and do it all over again. The child in me is scared. He’s crying in a dark room clutching his knees to his chest. I guess I’m waiting. Waiting for that fabled moment of clarity. Waiting for a beautiful woman to save me. Waiting for the path to reveal itself. Waiting for something outside of myself to make the choice for me. Waiting for life to happen instead of choosing it. I’m scared too. Scared I’ll make the wrong choice. Scared I’ll always be alone. Scared I’ll go the wrong way. But I’m more scared of waiting here forever and never knowing who I could’ve become. Yes, there are burdens in my life, pressures and darkness, but they are not the end—they are the forging. Without them I would never reach, I would never become something more. So I bless these days of darkness, these challenges in my life for blessing me with strength, wisdom and the opportunity for immense growth. Thank you.
One two three
angels on a raging sea
they pulled me from
the abyss
the me
that summoned the waves that pound

they salvaged a life
from a dying soul
renewed a dream that had faded
grown cold

I live outside the once darkened rooms
that took me to my knees
in the warming light of 3 angels
on a calm lake
and a Summer breeze
dedicated to my amazing kids
theres a party going where the hillbillies stay
they all gather round dance the night away
doing fancy steps. grape vines shuffles to
a little bit of moonshine dance the whole night through

fiddles guitars and banjo add the country sound
beneath the moon above  they all dance around
stomping and sliding with a turn or two
dancing all night long like the hillbillies do

hand clapping  toe tapping  dance the night away
beneath the moon above till the break of day
fiddles guitars and banjos add the country sound
beneath the moon above  they all dance around
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