Covering my battered soul with a grin,
And I carry my longing to meet you soon in my spirits,
Maybe you'd heal my scars with your touch,
No, the timing have to match,
Yes, I have to wait,
If it means confronting the bruises on my body of someone's hate,
You will come won't you?
It's the least thing I expect life to do,
Granting the exemption,
To reach the day of explanation,
Yet here I wait for my closure,
What's that you ask?
My death, My life's dusk.

you are a man
with a plan
from where I stand
one hand
tied
to my backside

why
oh why
must i comply
one track
mind
flick onto
a folded blind

why
oh why
must you spit
into my eye

lie
on the floor
naked soul
survived.

pixel woman
draped in scarlet
strum for the heavens
hang my troubles
from every silver note

hypnotise,
my sins lay bare
each stroke
painted fingers
through peroxide hair

false alarms
ring rusted red
she sings my skin
pearlescent

when doubts conceal
the chosen path
her sapphire
ripples settle

melt my adolescence
I am new-born
swaddled
in bitter
sweet ballad

her song,
my future
peeled and played
by warm-chord haze
of long-gone days

The sun went down for years and never rose again.

Each day I was swallowed whole by black holes and consumed by empty space taking too much room in my heart.

Have you ever felt this way? Like the world is falling apart?

Instead lives colliding, it’s earthquakes.

Yesterday, my soul was screaming for me wake up. “Wake up!” She said “wake up!”

Today I awoke to the sun rise. I felt heat on my face and for once, it wasn’t icy cold. Today I heard my soul speak.


She said thank you.

“Thank you!”

looking past mundane and bore
the isolation such a chore
remember what we do it for~
to not repeat a sickly lore.
the pestilence in days of yore
spared neither emperor or *****.

though we now find common fight
absent kin is not quite right
or lover in the dead of night
too far to hold my body tight.
I ask with no one in my sight
when parts this darkness for the light?

I miss the skin and velvet touch
and loving in our dreamy hutch
but we all know this feeling-such-
to bear it with a hopeful hunch
to greet with kiss and ardent clutch
when time has healed the world that much.

so care for neighbor with a prayer
sing a song and bless the air~
‘tis not so much we can not bear.
observe the quiet for it’s rare.
and finding outside beauty fair
feel happy you’ve the time to spare.

until it comes I inward gaze
and see my soul is still ablaze
with hope for man and better days
amidst this heavily pressing haze.
we shall emerge with better ways
of sharing in the heaven’s rays.

in the moment,
we endure the pain,
we accept the challenge,
we live to survive,

but somewhere down the line,
we have to heal
we try to forget
we learn our lessons.