Forge a line upon the vein of everything alive
A ceiling for the blood to touch when you are in your mind
The walls are four, foundation gone, and yet your structure stands
Even though you hold it now with shaking bluish hands
Commit to this and you will see that as the seconds pass
The marble stone you once possessed no longer stays in tact
And as the remnants dissipate they mix with flesh and bone
To resurrect the paradigm that you can be your own

thoughts that you have kept
surround your heart, instill regret

I wonder why the people here have planted all these
trees
With roots so deep inside their heads, grown in through
memories
The branches form a canopy, a place for light to
rest
In dormancy procure a way to lay upon your
chest
Forgotten words once kept within will open up your
core
And so release a perfect tongue not spoken
a
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m
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It's only you,
my dearest, my darkest;
it's only your
soft voice I hear
in the small hours.

These lilac bushes breathe
your name and the soil listens,
remembering everything.

It's only a whisper
of rose oil and
amber, of silk and
skin.

Just a whisper.

It's only you
in the small hours.

Pinch. Crackle-burn. Crack.
Creep-catch. Fire:Wind, who know
you two were good friends.

Missing you dad

Finding my dad in the shadows on my wall,
Why he accept so fast god’s call,
You always been my inspiration,
You always act like my protected wall.

Am finding you in my empty spaces,
Trying fetching your expressions on others faces,
Discovering you in our use to places.

Walking with no hopes on lonely road,
You’re gone, and am living alone,
Bearing the intrinsic pain with no cure.

Now what god wants?
That is clear.
The pain for you,
That is real.
How I’ll live without you,
That is my fear.

Missing the air of blessing from you,
Learning your steps with a radical view,
Am at your place for work that’s true,

The decisions without you are all Paradoxical,
Your annihilation made my life neutral,
The game of aim getting almost crumbled.

Now gazzing your picture on the wall,
Reminds me your soft hand and my first crawl,
You always act like a shield for all my wrong fall.

At last what can I say?
Don’t worry dad,
I know your wife is alone,
But she is my mother,
No weeping no grief in the future,
We all miss you love you.