Love is like a curse.
Making me believe.
In things I haven't felt.

My heart is a muscle.
So it must have a memory.

Of somebody's love.
Lost long ago.

Only there is no beating heart.
No unsaid remark.

No last chance.
No last dance.

It turns out.
I'm getting pretty good.
At this solo act.

Love is like a curse.
Never to be broken.

It only breaks me.
Until there is no memory.

Curse this love.
Curse this heart.

For making me believe.
In what's untrue love.

Where's the only thing I've felt.
Is this cursed love.

She’s Winter's diamond,
A snow-caged soul,
Like January’s snowdrop,
Comes weeping low
Her tears of frost
Ignite the road
A saintly ghost
With a touch so cold
A frostbitten angel,
Numb of pain
A bloodless canvas,
Forged in vain
Yet—
As simple as water,
Guised in eminence
Beneath the gale,
A child's innocence
Ignite the ground,
She will fade
Into oceans of ice,
Once a frozen jade
Gaze upon,
You will see
A reflection of her,
A tragedy.

As shadows take the stage, patterns merge into design.
Not shapes nor in lines, more like visions in the mind.
Through this foreseeing lens, light dances with the dark.
My Conscience, transmogrified. Truth is leaving its mark.

Actors step with intent, and I see the revelation.
Their motions send spears into my imagination.
The audience watches in awe. They're spellbound.
As the story unfolds, I conclude without sound.

On stage, Something hides what I somehow can know.
Like a whisper in my ear, secrets are already told.
There's a clairevoyant truth behind the gaze of my eye.
The creator himself is showing me all that hides.

The stage becomes dim, the actors in place.
A dark, twisted tale. An ending I can taste.
Curtains fall as I reflect, to the cue of a song.
I see all the outcomes, Why can’t I be wrong?

"Maybe I am cursed, maybe I am gifted
something tore inside of me now everything has shifted
I've been feeling twisted
I've been feeling twisted
Call me paranoid, call it my addiction
But I could lose my head with just a little bit of friction
I've been feeling twisted
Oh I've been feeling twisted"

I'm not quite sure I understand
Like, am I cursed, will my hands
cause anguish, torture, death and pain
Or can I use this to my gain?
every day I fall apart
use the songs to build me up
with promises of future triumph
but is prophesy enough?
Can I tame the Monster inside
Or am I doomed to be its slave
Or one day will I testify
For His will was all this pain
I have to trust in what is coming
Keep fighting, running, screaming, gunning
perhaps what is seen as cursed and hopeless
can be used to bring his gain
ok, we can do this
Together now we've got this
Alii Semper Vincemus!
We will triumph, they can't stop us
We will not surrender now
everything is going right
someday things will get better
as long as we choose to fight
So maybe I'm Cursed
But maybe I am gifted too
and maybe I can use these powers
to bring glory to You
The shifts inside me bring both beauty and pain
I sense friction is coming
and friction I crave
Sure, I'm scared
But I no longer bow to fear
I know what I've been called to do
All this pain helps me prepare

I have become the sum of all my fears and failures
The accumulation through the years,
To some degree,
Is on another level then most others
Uninstalled the self installed blinders
Hoping to stumble across some left behind life perks
I didn't know this is how finders keepers works
Nothing found has kept me off the ground,
Barley kept me out the ground,
And every moment hurts
For what it's worth,
I don't know what I'm worth
Starting to wonder,
Just internally first,
But maybe this whole thing is cursed
Or worse
There was never a purpose of falling prey to thirst

©2024

Do you think it's fair

that i burnt my heart

with the image of you

knowing that we're cursed

to be . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . .

-fir.m

I am ice cube
fire put out
no other love rules
in your sbsence
In love our hearts are.
trust energy the courage
eyes like air to breathe,
poem the food devoured,
To nurture stain or drain,
our ancient lovers aim.
Patience key passion luck
Lock is temperate heaven
And you my vine all mine  
To relish, cherish to trust
  my groom my Adam
your bride your Eve.
Tree of life
willow divine.
~~~~~~
Mr and Mrs Andrews
And Karijinbba.