cut the death branches
prune the over growth
dig deep, the roots need attention
clear away the rot
take a breath
and another
and another
hold
a little forced smile
it'll come naturally next time

in dreams where fires ignite
twice the height, our souls take to the skies
boundless, where the randomness of stars align
unveiling deity's design

soar towards the fading light
twice the height, dreams ignite

whispers bread secrets
unveiling souls' depths
light still exists in the darkest of corners
connecting life's breath

whispers divulge clandestine lore
unveiling depths we can't ignore
amidst shadows, they softly glide
weaving tales where secrets hide

in loss's shadow
hear whispers of sorrow
love mends hearts
beautiful shattered parts

Moon hangs from
your eyes in black dreams.
Wolves run into the woods.

The human touch was
waning. I will follow the arc of
pain. Man becomes fish.

After the drill I ask to
dismantle all man made palaces.
It is time to worship rocks.

Forty years, drinks in hand,
Cheers to life, a wild demand.
Reflections swirl, memories unfold,
A drunken toast, turning bold.

In the depths of despair, forty years unfold,
A somber reminder, a story untold.
Drunk and desolate, lost in the night,
A bleak existence, devoid of light.

At forty
burdened by sorrow's weight,
Innocence fades, tears permeate.

Hope whispers, a gentle embrace,
Guiding you through life's somber space.