Let thy cup, O’ bearer, pure and bright,  
Be filled with love’s eternal light,  
Not once, but ever, from dawn till night,  
With the sacred wine that takes its flight.

In its depths, the truth shall glow,  
A light that whispers soft and slow,  
Overflowing with grace, let it flow,  
And in its stream, our hearts shall grow.

Let the cup never know decay,  
For in its fullness, peace shall stay,  
The wisdom of the ages lay,  
In every drop, a brighter day.

From the hand that gives, there’s endless cheer,  
No emptiness, no thirst, no fear,  
For he who drinks will find it clear—  
The cup of love is always near.

Death is silent
It has no tongue
It has no voice
For it does not need to speak
Death does not ignore the pleas
It has no ears to hear them
It has no soul to feel them
It is the only inevitable
The only guarantee
It sends no warning
Most likely never see it coming
There is only false hope
A lie we all try to convince ourselves of
But feared or not
Welcomed or not
It comes all the same
Family name, from where you came
It cares not
For no other reason than it needs not care
Arriving to take away what defines the living
It can not be tricked
It can not be bardered with
No heart strings to pull
It hasn't a brain in its skull
It can not decide one way or another
For it is not given an order
It just is
But the same can be said about life
As you can not have one without the other

2024

It really is.
To breakdown once in a while.
To let the world forget your mind.
To hear wrongs & feel trapped.
To love so much & lose yourself.
To cry when no one’s watching.
To have no clue of what’s happening.
To forget why you started IT.
To feel the pain and take it all in.
It’s okay.
To be vulnerable sometimes.
To lose people & to lose your mind.
To hide the hurt & pretend the smile.
To harden your heart , become arrogant with time.
To understand, life isn’t easy for all.
To give it time to turn back & crawl.
To have a heart but still using the brain.
To let it rain as humanity is strange.
To hold hands, just your own.
To be alone & trying to control.
To mourn the loss of who you use to be.
To be weak & accept our destiny.
To realise that everything happens for a reason.
It’s okay. You’ll be happy again.
It’s just another season…

The wind is chasing trees,
I hear the green leaves
And I hear the green leave,
Unfortunately
I see a desert giving birth
To another sea