I've been gone
for long
thinking about tales
living lies
aches

I've brought you stories
of
escalating hurt
unspoken words
transparent shadows

bear with me
while I shade some of these
bare truths

us humans
who love to see the desperate
cling to these fragile life

us humans
who've grown used to horror
you think there is no other way

us humans
who seek freedom
to commit mistakes,
sometimes we don't have a choice
and sometimes we do

us humans
extremely, afraid of death
who do you turn to
when the night is at its darkest

remember to let them know
that
talent
is not a luck

so when you
paint words
that are impossible to craft

or

sing a high note
with
so much passion
and confidence

let them know it is not by luck

Work gloves are for winter.
It's time to grow thick skin
In our palms;
Red drops on white wood

Are sure signs of summer.
Soon splinters reach no
Nerves, knees become insensitive
To gravel and roof tile roughness

As our bodies learn the annual
Lessons many hearts fail to
Learn in a
Lifetime.

the old man asks his daughter
would i be a burden
when these hands can't feed by its own
this body is almost an inanimate mess
by its own can't move place
these feet can't walk to the toilet
on bed release involuntary waste
sit on soiled cloth and foul smell
would you come to my room
a hell smeared in ****** gloom
where now lives your father
who would just won't die
but in his eyes write a poem
from a piece of sky

I wonder...
If I climb up a hill
When the morning is still
(dark)
If I lift up my eyes
To watch the sun rise
(gracefully)
If I fall into the sky
It'll take me up high
(carry me)
And I'll soar with the winds
And I'll float on the clouds
And I'll reach for the stars
As they come crashing down
(around me)