I paint a single wing on your back.
You are my broken angel .
My sad light from above.
I am sorry for letting you fall.

Another guardian fades.
Another prayer left unsaid.
I'm made of shadow and shine.
A warrior of both dusk and dawn.

I paint a single sword on your back.
Fallen demon knight from below the abyss.
Lonely shadow tears turn to pale light.
I am sorry for letting you fall.

Another guardian fades.
An empty worship of lies.
I'm made of shade and glow.
A warrior of both sun and moon.

Allow me to return to the written page
A very close friend, Bluestar is her name,
Today we aim to address a simple question,
Why am I single? And always stressin?

Allow me please to sip on this hot tea
As we shed some light as to why you're alone in your bed tonight
So if it doesn't apply then go ahead and let it fly

First off do you think it's cute bragging about being crazy
I'll cut your meat of if you cheat and we're supposed to look at you with eyes that are glazing?

Do you really think men like it when you threaten to end their manhood?
You don't see us going around, saying we'll ruin your life
And why do you always gotta ask me who I'm texting?
I mean usually its my mom, not a crazy ex you think I sext with

Seriously jealousy and insecurity are what messes you up
And can you please stop fishing for compliments when you aren't feeling to *****
I get it, we all need a good boost now and then
But asking me a question you don't want the real answer to isn't going to help girlfriend
Oh and before I forget communication is key
If I ask you what's wrong and you say nothing, and I move on from the issue don't blame me
I'm not professor Xavier, I cannot read minds

I cannot deal with this b.s for much longer
I need you to realize your insecurities aren't real,
Your **** looks fine in those jeans, and your hair isn't messed up,
But the more and more you ask me that the more and more I doubt that fact

You really ought to listen to me now,
Guys like me don't like to see you angry,
And the more you question me the angrier you'll get
And that's entirely your fault

There are so many ways to tell you I love you
but they have all been said before and the words less true.
Instead I'll tell you a story, an anecdote, if you will.
One in which I hope you will  find meaning.
Although the sentiment bears no embarrassment,
it may be a little revealing.
I've recently become obsessed with light.
I fantasise composition of sketches, I photograph flames contrasting their sinister shadows.
Oh, how light intrigues me!
A broad topic of fascination and awe, my thoughts scatter with wonder.
Yet, amidst this fantasy, I see you in every shade.
It's not that you are "the light of my life" or even "the light in the dark"; although I do see you in twinkles of a spark.
My love of light comes from a deep-rooted passion;
for finding combinations with enthusiasm.
How is it possible that light could affect mood?
Look at Rembrandt's etchings and you'll understand my point of view.
Light doesn't just enrich dark and vice versa.
Each subtle tone and shade compliment each other and reveal what another cannot.  
That is what you are,
you reveal the best light in me,
you are my favourite shade.

The shade hides your eyes.
I really can't see the full extent of your bewitching gaze.
But you wait there.
Out of the sun.
In the shade cast by a lonesome tree in this vast city.
I suppose that would be the easiest landmark to find among this forest of concrete and steel.
I wait and observe your patience for such an awaited appointment.
All day you wait.  
Never looking left or right.
Never looking behind you or above.  
As the sun sets and the night takes its first breath,  you decide to take your first step out of the shade and into the night.
So I follow you.

182 days ago,
A hug,
Her lipstick got smudged,
Leaving a lovely shade on my shirt,
We were standing apart,
It seemed that her eyes searched for me,
we made an eye contact and she smiled.
I was elated.
Her smile was contagious,
Her eyes and smile together said  "I Love You",
I replied "I Love You Too".
She was the *Girl In A Blue Jumpsuit

since forever, wind I break.
waves I take, sun I shade.

standing alone, on the edge of the world.

I am the mountain.

since forever, wide I see.
trees I heal, fields I shield.

standing alone, on the edge of the world.

I am the mountain.

who will see my stones?
who will scape my forms?

since so long
so long
alone

when bad weather comes,
exposed to heavy storms,
i am concrete my dear,
heart of stone i swear!
heart of stone!

I am the mountain.

I never sleep upon the night I hunt upon
The solitude of this time where the darkness
Sulks upon shadows and I am an obstruction
Of all that wishes to bleed upon nights tide.

Ever keeping those that bled innocence on
The earth, always do they fear the presence
Never sensing the reverend of death. I am
There sentence to that eternal damnation.

The Cimmerian shade where all that is ceaseless
Creeps upon clinging earths grave, whispered
Death emanates but is buried upon earths breath
A final moment the oblivions eternal gaze.

I am the imperishable true that haunts those
Who penetrate the innocence that seeks solitude
In the places that never wish to see there truth.
We all hide something in the shadows grave.

All that thrives in the twilight of mans insecurities,
Where hidden things hide, know that their are things
That even the onyx fears for all that is blinded from
Lights gaze fears our continued eternal gaze.

They try and make
Their subtle gazes
As quiet as possible
They're in love
And know things about each other
Whispered in ears
In the crowded morning sunshine
And secrets shared in the shade of the afternoon
Tepees made of duvets in the shadows of night
Lovers be ******,
Because they are granted the wishes
Of hopeless God's and Goddesses.

It stood completely dried
Burnt by the fire below
Lit by some stupid inhuman man
of the remains of the waste generated by him.

It stood so tall and might
Housing innumerable nests and birds
Cheered by the chirping of the little birds
Calm and strong protecting them like a father.

It stood so tall and might
Giving shade to those who toil and tire
in the fields surrounding
Giving them a space to nap a bit during their breaks.

It stood tall and might
Giving fruits and flowers
to the young kids who passed by
Who climbed and caressed by clinging to its branches..

It stood tall and might
Loving all, protecting all
Irrespective of being friend or foe
Offering twigs and firewood to women and poor..

It stood tall and might
Protecting from the rains and the sun
from the cyclones and dust storms
From floods and droughts...

It stood tall and might
Protecting so many young plants around
Grass and herbs,
Creepers and climbers alike like a mother would do to her kids.

But...today....

It stood completely dried
Burnt by the fire below
Lit by some stupid inhuman man
of the remains of the waste generated by him.

It still stood tall
with its completely dried golden leaves
A few more days or weeks it may stand
Before the termites and insects
would make it fall down
and along with it, years of memories it brightened up
All through its life ...