The mighty falcon

Wisdom of our fore-fathers

Golden beak, fire eyes

you were a part
of the darkest time in my life

a double agent
too liberated

do you still like to hurt?
its the only way to stop yours

I dance with the pen;
it leaves my hands all
inky.

dearly departed
  a reincarnation of you

my furnace enflamed
  until it spread through the seams

my pheonix arose
  through my errant dreams
that at some times render nightmares.

my wings spred but
my heart froze,
my mind was blinded,
in wait for your touches
my limbo grew
drifting alone.

read my poems upon death
and that's where I'll be.
searching for light
through
sanctifiying flames.
and just when I'm going,
I'll be guided by my mother's
merciful grace.

Living to serve
the agents of this world
requires intensly keen eyes
and even brighter hearts.

be the raging monster monsoon
in this arid day.
a circling ice snowstorm
through a foliaged forest;
the air so dense;
it fills the lungs.

the loss of you was so different, so new.
the choice of abandonment and betrayal still enfeebles me, losing my best friend in death, but we are alive.
it lived, but was it a lie?
what was fake? were the feelings different inside?

i just couldn't even imagine
        a world without you
              in it

cosmic.
celestial.
spaceship and satellite.
star.
constellations.

Weak for a week,
Because of no eye for an eye.
We both saw the truth,
But I'm so far from the sky.

she was really cute.
i always left with my lips
feeling like cotton.

my heart may be too heavy to hold.
but please, soothe my scars.

Brains and wheels are twin

Oscillating; keeps running

But brains don't have brakes.

my entire life would feel complete
if you did nothing but embrace me.
i thought there a life we were to know eachother.

my tears of millenia

would release. all my tension, depression, dark thoughts

would be nothing to your starry glory.
i hope to reflect that same warmth
in any dreary snow-storm.
your cloudy wear.

i love the person you are
more than i have ever
loved another.
i see you in the puddles or
a flower, or a rainbow.

a kiss would **** me
and i could be born anew.

you are the sun
and i am but the sprout that grew.

Hands in my pockets
with a jazzed overtone
Strolling a swagger

around the chilly moon,
and its blizzarding blaze,
were pinhole stars that
slept soundly within its waves.

a moving milky daze.
crescive cloud's march
into moon's light-
it was a blessing in the haze.

in the process of finding myself
it seems i am losing everyone.
looks are decieving.
the pain my loneliness bides
is nothing to the hole left in me
from death.
God gives us all in which we can handle.
redemption is always viable in life.
when you know true loss' mark it is easily seen.
they could seek redeeming, i won't stop them.

cold days, heat by fire
falling leaves or falling snow
warmth of loved ones

you saw the parts of what you hated
  in yourself in me
while i saw the parts i loved about myself
  in you.

times again it tends to switch

this is a night,
and its longing to be embraced.
by, and which,
the night's heart is so gone,
it cares little the hell who.

so some shade, comforted.
and it wrapped itself tight

Id like to hang from a tree
like a monkey with a carefree philosphy

But roots lie dead at the tree
and I wonder what I'll be
when death gives its final decree
And we turn over a new leaf
so I'm led to believe.
Because all i see is a painful plea,
but do i believe?
   I guess that's what stops my sleep

you're in the palm of the hand
that's holding your head up-
feel weightless
as you may,
gravity
shall shift
with every of
our kiss.

make me cry,
     make me right.
   oh sweet darling,
        stay;
      and hold me for life.

to see you hurt left me a terrible unease.
cringeworthy..
wrists breaking,
eyes poked,
or
bruised knees.

eughh..
Right to my core.
please be careful
out there Sprout.

we land
from high above
to crash into
eachother's arms.

you hate me so dearly.
anger from something so cherished.
its cheery smile would enrage your flame.
its darker soul is not to blame
and pity speaks volumes of one's own shame.

is it by just the process of it,
  or that it was painfully gifted from you,
that if i truely **** my ego, that you
  will be
   gone too.

a lonesome lover
conjures they
who filled
the heart
with warmth.

rightful justice will come
for my heart full of health
and bountiful love.
i will live in the woods, i hope
you would join me;
if not for just a little.

there's a
monster that they make of me,
but they're in the dim light
in casks of shadows.

on my chest she prayed;
i prayed too.
aloud, sometimes, i needed
the prayer read aloud
to you.
i was so unknowingly
hurt before you came;
the scars that
lie beneath
this skin shirt.
i am lonely
in this old place
that is now not
next to you.
at the least of it,
at the most of life,
i can be alive and free and
unchained in front of a
cloud of misery.

im the ***** laundry
of such
a clean closet
where you
hang your skeletons.