I wake up with only darkness
around me, all this blackness
...No way out and all alone,
I hear a sound in the silence,
so soft that it disappeared.... Disappeared… Disappeared..

So I heard the echo of my voice,
resounding in the sound
of my deepest cry.
What is my name,
what are my desires?
Am I here in an existence,
or am I gone, in hell,
or in heaven underneath the sky.

All these questions, so many,
every day. And I get no answers,
because here in the darkness,
I can’t find another way.

Ballet in love of the forgotten
Wooden Balance, She walks
the streets on the roll
of her pirouette,
Lost like a wonderful child,
silence to forget

Forgive
and only touch the white
of her skin, Along the river’s swan,
within the secrets of Mom

Wind blows the ocean
through a lake of roses,
Sin lies in the attention
of her gray mistakes

Now a growing love
in life’s hidden grave,
Between the stars in lightning
and whispers,
Low to what she will
ever conquer next

Once again,
all her battles on the mile domain,
Done to be the second
endless in her pains, But she keeps dancing like a doll of games

I read a story in the dark

I lay down my box of matches
When I heard the silent cry
Of the skin of a wooden
stick that scratches

I could feel the heat sitting on the wick
Ready to make his way
through the candle
And it was just at the tip of the wire
Where I could see a tear
dripping into the fire

It feels as the day it is,
a feeling, yes tears
to glew before they die,
weakness … and closer
than the dark.

Please free me
of my one last sin,
as my tears fly in
…or is it not true?
A secret lie…
but more than two.

The stillness is all I miss.
To be a shine.

But now it is
the one last time.
Leading my mind
…Feels like a crime.

A leaf on the trees
scared of the lights.
Knowing to lose
all his fights.
To be me and you.

Don’t cry… I am just here
living next to you
in the sky

Let me go now and guard
my soul
to the graveyard

Hold it close to your heart,
be safe
and carry me to my grave

During your life, you hear this well:
it is not for you, but from you,
that death gives life to me.

Now is always, and never is good,
as everyone understands,
you are here, always seeking more.

Death is me, not from me.
Unaware, never is you,
and you —that’s me,
always.

Shared melodies weave through the years,
Truth-swords he guards, hearts shaped like art.
Glances exchanged, drowned in uncried tears,
Feeling slaughter, where tender hearts part.

Holding at wares, he stares down his fear,
Do not rush, for love draws ever near.
With truth in hand, he wields his fierce sword,
Whispered close, secrets flow to the heart.

She guarded love, while he wielded his part,
Trusted in the heart, she sighed, “I forgot.”

My feelings flow like rain
tears al over my cheek
To release the inner pain
does not show me i am weak
Like the blue of the oceans
it is giving me the power
Showing me my emotions
make me grow like a flower

Near the ocean, a flute sings like a melody,
We remember it clearly, the warmth of candles
Standing tall on that giant brown wooden tree.

The sand, yellow, dancing in the loving woods,
A silhouette sleeps in the stillness of the sea;
I stray from who I am, struggling to breath.

Lost from the end, away from the dark,
A thousand pieces of wisdom across the sky,
The shadows play a journey on the light.

This beauty... standing alone in a love story,
To be the stillness, the fear, and a single thing,
Beyond the death in a dangerously cold life.

from me to you, mine.
not just red here. pink red.
rose flower not one, once are two.
were pink-red red redening roses,
roses blush pink her red roses.
again one, two, three
times four longing became.
her cheeks just once, twice his.
pain knew me more,
no one to my sorrow.
no one knows,
also chose not to be like me.
"rose" .... was mine.

How is it that my goodness
exists within evil,
love and hate are two differences,
yet here I am among the wrong
and the fear of becoming afraid
has never left me.

I have always thrived in my love
but all that I am is not liberated

and it is the curiosity
of sin,
that keeps my love alive.

I take you with me,
through the time..
Make your thoughts flow
in wind like a rhyme.
You the one I seek,
to whisper in your ears:
Do not speak..
You can punish,
I will forgive.
I am like a raindrop,
falling on your lips..
Who am I?
Just you and me..
To be nothing..
Here to be.
We are infinite,
not existence..
Here we are,
through the distance.
I let you live,
but not to be..
To be a wonder,
in a world to see.

I am sorry… You are not me but a man I am, in he and me. Away from you my friend, soul mates try not to talk, scream or pray. So I cannot speak like you Tom, my muse 'Today' a million miles … down the street from my house door - from a howling clown’s illness. Don’t let there truth: be like our far-he is a liar in a red dress, and his lies…never rests. Be careful as I have to tell, be ashamed of messing around with me. Don’t worry… I have my doubts about it all, and will never forget. Get overwhelmed by that? Tell my friend, as it was just saying to myself; never mind… that isn’t about me. Roll and dictate so over the age, again… I have to sing song’s farewell to Him, in a sin, as we all have… a chance to be His. Forgive me if. You to become. You never loved me as much, I forgive. Laugh to me as a genius mind walk, be your craftsman reader, and so forth with the master of that amazing proud. Ask yourself’ why is this Family not allowed in your friend’s shame house? Why should I know about a secret relationship between a wife or any other person in that farmhouse life. We have a garden upon our own land to make it better than it was. Sorry to hear about yours. Please let the owner known that this … "Nonsenses has made reality for us" Oh… by now you know, at least some people think. Butterflies faces me to death, it’s a some off that what the actually ****. On the left corner between humanity and a yellow ****** web… not sure why, also 'called' the in of a mental cage - actually named the Internet. We learn, and stop begging for help… today I did a prayer for Mother Earth, and every other e-name figure was in it to learn. My friends, I am not earthly anymore, and you knew that before I told. Wellbeing has always existed, except it … I did never know the future of my sons … towards moonlight under Christ, eyes Moses: 'Me as three in a tree of flowers I am 'tread on laps paper path of a three timeline forestry. Am I aware? None of this has happened before, and truly is for me to own; I don’t know everything about it, but it was disappointing as I said: ' I never forget '. Rhapsody noons on the day first book also made out off the moons lost hidden world - that’s the page (on a map) sided with me. Do well and keep up your journey. Nowadays flopped it out of no wherever… so, maybe it’s a thing of the past: it is not just about being able to get; Tomorrow is Tommy even more than sixteen. Tears look like shame? Is this truly a mind blowing performance? What if the brainwashed fools me to call me clown? Full on comedy, laughing was not even funny before meeting me. Heart warming the most beautiful drop in seven months upon heavens, and stars the skies. Loses all… we have been waiting for…forever, later in every note still wrote that ' happy Friday night, but also happy Sunday, as well for all the wonderful memories - The world has to be seemingly endless love.. evolved towards you and me, and so hear the second heartbeat bouncing, bounding both sides, and even more touching Your hands. I know you all have the only God within, and I am here to play the role off my shoulders it was very thoughtful to know: Please accept my offer… I am at the edge, and I won’t leave the sea for a while… way to go with a little blue wolf, but it’s cold here… and I forgot my clothes.

Since then we died,
that’s why I found my birthplace.
We didn’t wake up in a life like a dream,
where we think we live to escape life,
and when we sleep, all we know
is that we are in dreamland,
living within that dream.

The answer lies beneath,
but the question remains suspended,
as time passes now
without confirmation from me.
During your life, you hear this well:
it is not for you, but from you,
that death gives life to me.

Now is always,
and never is good,
as everyone understands,
you are here, always seeking more.
Death is me, not from me.
Unaware, never is you,
and you—that’s me, always.

Sleeping in the night of the sacred universe
As a lay, down under my softly blanket
In the morning I am a guilty prisoner
Of War in the darkness, lost by emptiness

Seeking refuge from multiple enemies
I’m afraid to speak, and I have no choice
Refused by the Lord His Highness
Developing into a colorless Brightness

Maybe it was a little bit too early
Saying my eyes to close gently
As the day passes onto the light
Seeing your smile as I write

The ink of my thoughts scribed down,
a language once spoken, now distant and worn.
All in the past of life,
interwoven stories I could never read.

My words were written in black,
my point almost made,
but even as the letter closed,
the meaning arrived too late.

Maybe I chose this,
maybe this could be me...
But if this was my soul,
if my soul carved this path,
it left scars on the boy who held it.

North

I am at the edge of the Sea
and I leave the earth in a key
Whisper outside the windows
Wondering a sign of pillows
Come closer towards the end
find yours in the divine stand
Forbidden words comes to be
honest we trail living we see
Dark Knight Rider in the skin
wherever we fight we win

Wondering morning all day long
A while from now in the evening
Before we arrive last to leaving
Back yard running as a strong
Be forever childish and young

Over the Oceans Blue Crystal Tree
Wind Blow Coming over the Sea
Forged Fire Safety is a word
The Golden bar Ones hurt

Lay your head roll in my hands
Louder over the floors dance
World living we see our friends
Going over morning is the past
Lets be forbidden sword a last
Glim My name stars the skie
Over come closer and you die

Arr!

I want to make you speak
and make you preach, speak out,
not slip up but let words
one after another

Word after word past the ears
as words
should go, forward
to run on under an existence

No word stripped away
just moved forward
to go onwards,
standing beside you

What does it matter who I am...
or what I was, told by who I am...
by someone I never was.
I don’t know why it is so,
that I once... even when it wasn’t allowed, knew it anyway. Now

It doesn’t matter who I am
or what I was,
but what if I told you, just because—
I had to read every feeling inside,
to uncover meanings emotions hide.
So I looked, and it seemed to be,
the sadness I felt was born from me.
Time after time, I try to explain,
That what exists may not remain.
We are infinite, and in thought,
persist—A web of ideas
in which we exist.
All of our thoughts will gather,
you see, and form the whole
of what is meant to be.
Through the current of thought,
I wade, facing what’s coming, unafraid.

i want to know what is real
like the meaning from above
to be able to feel
that kind of love
the reassurance of the air
it brings me peace
i want it to share
with the wind through the trees
this place makes me seem
like the stars at night
it reminds me to my dream
it shows me the light
here my soul will grow
in this wonderful place
that i used to know
with the name of space

Once, in a place
where breath carried
whispers forward,
I felt the soft touch
of lips—yours and mine.

Your hand in mine,
the tether to a world
where all was one,
yet where nothing
seemed to align.

Through the dance
of words, I journeyed,
carried by the wind
brushing past your ears.

Years moved
like shadows,
heavier than tears,
and in the haze
of what seemed real,
I found something.

Water cradled me,
holding me above
fear's deep tide.

The currents flowed
the same—yet everything
vanished, like the sun
bowing to the moon
in the darkness of night.