"Life's about the journey
Not the destination"
Well pardon me
But I have a question,
What if the journey
Isn't worth the destination?
Follow me
Maybe somewhere in here is a lesson
...
The finish line is a dreamy fantasy
It has to be
Because the in-between
Of point A and point B
Has almost killed plenty
Literally a step away
From creating
A new ending
To a journey
No one would want to remember
Much less mention
One with no connection
To the original destination
Now not worth the journey

©2024

(crack)
Go ahead, babe;
hang in there.
Your heart's light hasn't faded;
it’s inside, crying for your love.

I won't lie to you;
surely you are like a rabbit.
That's what you smell like.
Deep down, it's your real name.

Although maybe you
have no idea about the reason
for your name.
So peaceful, but a bit of a funny one.

I call you "rabbit” —
Cos you're truly healing.
So, this time, I plead,
be a cure-all,
by
wipe away the tears.

**** your darlings;
they won't let you see the truth.
By all means, **** them,
as they echo within the walls
of your roomy soul.


Don't pick up a gun,
That would only be a tragedy.
Any blood shed for the sake
of despair is no good.
It's like a raw holocaust
with no divine smell.


Rather, you should use the soul's shield,
which is your only watchman;
Feel the right to be a daisy,
with an open heart for the unknown.
Deep down,
you've been crying for that.


Now my beloved bunny,
sip your medicine.
Drain off those raindrops from your eyes,
And never forsake you.

(sip-sip)

Time passes and takes me,
a secret from the sea it brings.
Spare me from this spirit
that corrodes veins and more,
leaping beneath the body.

What secret does it hide, then,
paralyzing the fevers,
raising fear within me?
What spares me from the soul,
keeping my breath sound?

Keep me sound and alive,
a fruit, crystal-clear,
that storms and thunder
cannot shake,
preserving its branches.

The secret whispers
in the waters of the dead sea,
calls my name and moves on,
reaches my feet in the tides
of the windiest waves.

Fingers beneath a thousand drops,
walked through gales,
dark and salty they are.
The moisture reveals
the beats of my heart.

Fever cuts me and fades,
in the time the voice comes,
in the depth of this sea,
with love that wraps me,
with a touch of warmth.

One dreams when the sky,
unashamed, cries,
with love and sadness,
wailing and breaking its voice,
never to return again.

The secret is a secret.
In the depth of the soul it lies,
in the depth of the mind it stays,
it lives what time keeps,
the voice of the sea and the desert.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝙸’𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 ..
𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝,
𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗?
𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎?
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚗 ..
𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 ..
𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎,
𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎
𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,

𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 ..
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗,

𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 ..
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘.
𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍.

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 ..
𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎,

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?