I could talk about the fallen.
Pink blossom

lying on the green grass.
As if the fall of something

beautiful
something

you might cry
"innocent"

meant
something.

Or
I could talk about the flowers

"smothering the branches of the tree"
thickly. As if

they symbolize love.
Or something

like it -
fecund

fulsome
bright. We

could praise the Lord this way.
Some King

of some Heaven. But
that would be an image.

A pale reflection of our hope
for the wind-

fallen seeds.
But

it's just a tree.
Not a glance upon the face

of some deity;
a piece

of eternity.
Why

make an image out of love?
Isn't love

enough?

the words come less often
the images too
the tears aren't ink
but laughter will do

it's like waking up
or being born
the lessened pain
after the storm

it's not over yet--
the damage is bleak
but no longer we fly
nor numbness seek

it's not like forgetting
or hitting your head
but still a relief
to wishing we were dead

i don't know what to call it
maybe You do?
"Hope...?" i say
You tell me "true..."

Whenever I see a bear
I remember you my dear
The way your sleeping face looks
the lazy face you make while reading a book
the softness of your voice despite being a bloke

They may seem like flaws
but to me they're absolute *perfection

In just moments*
All were blown away
By the exposure in red,
All I could think of
Was the pouring "blood,"
That my values were dead.
Focusing on my face,
The camera takes an image,
What I looked like seconds
Before my imagined carnage,
Unfolding right in front of the lens,
Spilling my feelings out for once.
Still I only dreamt of it every night,
I'd finally ended it now in hysteria,
Spraying  my worthless "blood" that
Spattered and ruined your camera.

Twins of you
Face to face
Shocked to what they see.
Wandering if this could really be.

The revealing lies that they have just seen
Mad at the world
Because they have learned
This is who they have become.

They can't take no more.
Shatters all over the ground
Piece by piece
Standing and just staring

Finally realizing that it's just me.
I am my own person
And I just needed to be set free

I can not that long road at all                                                                                   Simply because it looks like a dead-end ...                                                              That tunnel of hope extends endlessly ,but                                                               There might so stumbling-blocks ahead ...                                                                Clouds cover all those pretty and brilliant stars                                                      Up in the high skies ...                                                                                                  White doves hover over our heads                                                                            Looking for a safer haven for themselves ....                                                               Cars with flat tires are useless anytime ....

A mountain is always higher than                                                                          Any deep valley ...                                                                                                    Love never seeks selfishness                                                                                     Simply because it's great ...                                                                                     The pretty sun always rises in the east and                                                            Sets in the west ...                                                                                                     Tomorrow will be better ...                                                                                       Today is better than yesterday ...                                                                           Peace always prevails ...