wardsheart

wardsheart 2d

Dear Being,

as I effortlessly leap into darkness,
it's my little myth. In the midst of morning whispered endings, to be honest, bow before me, it will create a flow,
and more as well.

Come on, I do it again,
and then... that, life. We mean less, yet you're the only reason we're so sad.

That's right. You have no idea. Justice is silence, if not... I need that. And you must be aware of my life.

Bring me in, touch love like what made me, the one in your evenings, I feel it step by step. After we bloom, a couple of hours. And more is done, now we time it.

This is no longer my present. You had it all... You had your pleasure and I laughed... It ended me in death.

Another scar on my only love, so you can, but again, it's back. Face the evening and the abyss, the vivid, life is mysterious...

it touches me and that will be the source of hearts. I am my last part. I breathe, you repeated how you knew. And now, repeated out and I go back in...

you're calmer in the secret of the previous, please... let me inside the gates I wrote like the yawn, same as yours.

That year lions her scream, it's mine, you have a friend like family, but need a feeling, not a blessing.

I am nothing feels the same as a fairy and I dream what I am, as I tell it in secret.
The red button seems the same to me.
And that means every day step... and down we feel like a nevertheless.

No idea what everyone around me knows, look at your own story, my wrist hurts, you're broken, a falling lie.

Under the same mess, and now you ask about life because I die... and no longer live, take it in life, you go back, and that's my son, you several times.

wardsheart Jan 27

👑

I am seen as the court
of the paladin’s report.

From your highness I’ve gone
to my majesty’s dawn.

I am the star of the land
of the palace by the sand.

I am what I could take
from the paradise by the lake.

From solitude I stand
within courtesy’s command.

I did every direction
in endless reflection.

I am the lord of might,
I am trustworthy and bright,
I am holy, I am light.

wardsheart Jan 13

✨🎶💙👑☀️

She said 'goodbye' in two. On the wall of Rome I tremble. Running in the gardens of glory, and falling freedom, falling on her. I wave... always when the music plays. Softly on the souls along the apple tree. I roll on their hands and spin around, around and around their hands on me. Under the wooden apple tree, there is a soul's purpose on the hills. A voice whispers through the shadows, the note of the music turned into a ghost of sound. I hear her footsteps in the echo of the wind, carrying the sweet smell of apples, gone, but not forgotten. The earth trembles beneath the roots of the apple tree, its branches stretch out over me, grasping at what was held in my hands. The stars spin in the sky like memories, flickering in and out of sight, as if I were dancing between the past and the future. You are no longer in my life, you are ... gone from my life. Your shadow still hangs in the corners of my room, the silence loud; a heart that beats to the rhythm of the stars. You are gone, gone from me, my life ... I live in my life; the life of a familiar. And yet the apple tree stands still with a few branches of what I am not, its roots deep in the ground. Although you are lost to me, the sun still rises, its rays touch the stones we walked on, as if it tries to remind me: that all is not lost. Even in the silence, even in the pain, the music plays. It never stops.

#lord

wardsheart Jan 9

The Last Bible …

please, tell me … how I sin. Tell me …
tell me what you know, what you all can tell about me. And please, please let me know when I sin with my life. Let me know …

let me know.

That I am a sinner and a convert of my own light. Speak in tongues, speak in tongues
in a world full of people with their own sight.

—
Let the Moon and the Sun turn,
let them turn to their own shine …
let them feel that they are a sinner.

wardsheart Jan 6

The Clock of Dam ✨

My son was placed high at the top of the Star in the tree. The days were unusually free. Stars beneath the Clouds disappeared into a rainbow, circling around the blue, half-full Moon.

Janneke looked at his mom and asked:
“May I fly to the Moon?” But before he got an answer, he was already soaring upward,
his voice echoing: “Janneke, Janneke Moon!
Why is there only one Moon in this entire existence? Let me go, I want to fly, I want to fly to the white looking balloon. To stand on my head like a spinning cat, to drink milk on planets and eat like a little bear. Between the paths of land, where the animals dance joyfully, each day becomes a celebration filled with delightful moments as I write my name in the Yellow sand.

But suddenly, he heard a voice, deep and warm, a voice from the chimes of the Bim
Bam Bom: “Tick Tack Tock, I am the Wish Clock! Wish for whatever you want, with
glitter and joy, and listen closely, for I sing to you.”

And it sang:

“Sim-Sa-La-Bim, I am the magic of your dreams! Make a wish, let it welcome your fears. I let dewdrops fall in the morning light, and Rainbows shine over Starry tales bright.”

Janneke looked at the clock and whispered
his wish. The clock laughed and said: “Your wish travels on the wind, to the nightingale
that sings of splendor and grace. You are a story, a new beginning. Let your dreams blossom in the triumph space.”

So Janneke leapt to the stars, and returned with a smile, a star in his eyes and a heart
so soft, gentle and fine.

He looked up at the blue moon and knew:
My wish will come true.

wardsheart Jan 5

shine

Go in a phenomenon soon,
when the rainbow stands
close to the Shaman’s sight.

Drink from the water
in the middle of the night.

The eye loses a star soon,
falling on the Blue full moon.

wardsheart Jan 5

Pipo the Clown

Children’s cheeks are like a joke,
so red, their noses cheerfully shout,
while I still clap my hands out loud.

We are laughing in choices,
reminding me of something dear.
Balloons dance, they swing and veer,
even his hair bursts into colors—
Paf!! pops beside my ear!

So “He laughed it away,”

for that’s what a clown is for,
they say.