my whithering roses
they are frozen
in
my
garden

beautifully frozen
this fresh august freeze
my mind clears
through
this
window

them bolted doors
that locked closet
mother won't be happy
we have escaped
her
man
eyes
what beatings
my ******* father
never knew me

now they wish to sail these seas with me
has my ship not been battled upon
no wave has captured me
there are no let's to my endless waves
that we would come to ask ourselves
what is it you have offered
have you offered us understanding
have you offered us compassion
how much time have you peeled
from
daylight

when was your last true call to me
as
if
your hoarse whispers would make me
want to cling to you
who
am
i

turn the pages
without blinking
let's your
eye
lids
become
my whithering roses
?






















...
..
.

Having a good listening ear is a virtue.
One to be treasured though some people
don't know how to whisper thanks.
They only know how to whisper woes.

A word from noone
Means nothing at all

But a word from someone
Of significance

Is more harmonized than the angels’ song and more beautiful than the most heartfelt verse to ruminate within the soul

Forgot how deep my love
for chaotic thoughts
But you've been with me for years
and I don't see you going anywhere
Forgot how much karma
***** on sweet fools like you
I swear I'm not evil aligned
It's just too opportune
and my sweet fool, to you
i whisper in your loving ear
i'm but an opportunist.