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I still hear the drops on glass
That come to break silence at last,
One after another they come barging with noise,
And i hear echoes of the rain without any choice

The echoes take me to a place i have been,
Being their is a painful sin,
for the memories and pain that attach to the place,
they keep the happy soul from me displaced,

Echoes taught me it’s okie to cry,
like the sky that’s magnanimous and isn’t shy,
to let go of things you can’t control,
to let your heart heal the soul,

I would hear them all life long,
would see the drops on windows passing along,
The sky has finally taught me to let it go,
it’s okie for me to accept this very slow.
These were written by me,as i was stuck in traffic during rain. It was raining so heavily and it made me nostalgic
All bodies await,
the burning over pyre,
the cycle will go on,
till there is desire,

Amidst the flame and fire,
lives turn to ashes,
the material body is an illusion,
soul is freed in flashes,

The path of life,
ends here,
and new paths unravel,
it is a mystery indeed,
for which the soul travels.
between the kisses
and the hours we laid
naked exploring each other
with an insatiable thirst,

somewhere our vulnerabilities had melted
by the fireplace into sweat,
gasps became moans,
and the love turned to passion

as the war ended
we retreated like causalities
snuggling for comfort in each other

I believe this is how
I felt an unending trust
that hugged me invisibly
while you slept next to me
that night.
If I could rhyme
whenever I want
Wouldn't I be singing?

a hymn , an ode
a sonnet , a quote
What would I be bringing?

a laugh , a sight
a beautiful night,
Will you be there swinging?

a kiss , a touch
that wouldn't be much
my love,what shall we be drinking?
Do you know even
what darkness looks like?

it is when your home turns to dust
from sudden shellings
and you walk over bodies
of children,women and brave men
you once knew,blown up in syria,
the middle eastern sun even couldn't
outshine this obscured darkness

when your first flight out of country
ends up with you body tattered in pieces
dropping from 35,000 feet just because
pro rebel russians felt showing
how big their ***** are,

and here you sit
pleased in your well perfumed house
petting your cat
while writing on your mac-book,
"the way he left me, I was confined
to darkness"
I pity your darkness
but I hope you recover soon
from a weak heart
and delusions of insignificance
forget the followers,
forget the other **** writers,
forget the counts of accolades
forget the defeats of your writings,
forget this night as heavy drunk blur

listen to rhymes of your keyboard
and see the world and it's travesty,
see the lives falling apart,
see the births wailing to life
see the rain,the women,
the racers who share a drink with death
everyday,
the lost lovers,the mad houses
the wars,the sufferings
the beauty of light of first day
and spit it over, use your blood as ink if needed
and be immortal this life
and don't stop till you do.
In an envelope of void,
I have come to my temple of verses,
across the lands misted of thoughts
to the mountains that rains pleasant dreams

the rivers drown your past
in a melodious blur of coldness,
the skies smell like a unforgetten
future in hues of parallel mirrors

and this is my chanting
my shangri la,in the temple of verses,
a dream within a dream,sleeping unapologetically,
would you stop staring and join?
 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
Billy
1 AM
 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
Billy
Everyone's asleep.
The silence keeping me company.

Deep in my thoughts,
Almost lost myself

2 hours.
I've just been idling.
Regretting and reminiscing

I Remembered you.
My heart skipped a beat.
I've noticed what we had was fire
So it was basically heat

Can't sleep.
I'm paranoid
I hear sirens ringing
I'm getting annoyed

Still alive... Well, if you could call it that
Feeling my body fade away,
As it slowly dissipates.
Into the outskirts of morning

I'm trying...trying not lose myself

I stagger to the window.
Looking for hope.
Not even a glimmer of light.
Like the sun hung itself with a rope

Then,
Just after my hope came to a loss,
The dark became the boss

I walked the plank,
I was gone.
Battled with my mind,
Internally i scream
bleeding at my seams
Loneliness settled in
I cry once it begins
Too stuburn to ask for help
Too much pride for one's self
My emotions are beating inside
"Let us out" they chant as I run and hide.
Comfort in anyone that will talk
Until then I'm filled with raging salt.
No female companion to nurse me
The longer I wait, the more it needs to feed.
I want help from this depression
Too much to ask during this aggression...*

I doubt I'll ever be okay again.
Everyone has left me and I'm destined to walk the earth alone, searching for peace.
 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
wordvango
in time in space in future
memory in
places far apart
in misery
they those molecules
they always seem
to gravitate
towards that place we call
heart
and one day
where the suns and moons
and galaxies merge
will find
a new heart
to emerge
a soul like ours a destiny
on
whatever comes
from that
crashing of all we know
into a burst
to start again
in distant years
stars grown like ours
a brilliant shine
a new
love sparked
like
yours and mine
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