The village is reaching the end of eternity.
The story has been told, written, read.

Out in the borderlands,
David still
fights Goliath.

The crowd have been around them for thousands of years,
chanting names,
fists in the air,
***** angry faces.

As the chanting of his name increases,
David grows in size,
unfolding like a redwood,
gleaming tanned bark.

The crowd becomes uneasy;
a giant among them? whose children will he eat?
which maidens will he devour?

and so they begin chanting Goliath's name;
David's strenght ebbs, they're feeding Goliath with their tongues now,
as he hulks and looms more and more over the shrinking David

alas, the crowd learn their mistake,
bite their tongues,
twisting them
until they are saying "David" once more.

This fight has been going on for thousands of years.
The crowd continue blindly shouting, 'David' and 'Goliath' being the only words they have uttered for aeons

unrealising they hold the power to release themselves
from this eternal fight.

Sometimes I learn to stay awake,
In dawn some falls says ''It is the fate''
Running past the wall of hardship that you make,
Thinking of giving up every hour that i fail,
But looking up ahead i see the birds
Free, Flying past that wall that seems high without a trail
The sound of freedom rings in the distance,
The wind of change whispers within the walls
Slowly gone without a trace,
Somewhere in me,
I know there is something that kept me back
Something that lock me in my track,
The old me that use to say No
The one that laugh that say No
The one that say they care about you,
The Inner me that spark me to go,

Lift up my eyes,
I grab the first rock,
It Hurts,
It Hurts,
Slowly i whisper, It Hurts
I felt alone,
I felt hopeless,
I felt useless,
The dark hands that strangle me from within
And somewhere within this journey,
I realise i was not lost,
I was not beaten,
For None are worthless in His eyes,
For those who had give up hope,
For those who had lost in darkness
Shall found light,
And In you hope lives on.

I lift up myself,
I grab the second rocks,
I saw you,
Trying to carry all the burden alone,
And you were whispering
''Help''
You were worrying of how Others will think of you
You were worrying how Others life are so perfect
You were worrying how Others look so cool doing it,
Unrealising you are drowning in pain,
Deep in you slowly rotten away in vain,
I close my eyes and whisper to you,
Somewhere in you The You has decay,
Hope has no where to stay
And All I can do for you,
Is Pray.

Sometimes life is weird,
Life is hard,
Life is scary,
Life can be wary,
And it can drown you,
Life is like the rail in the forest
Dark in the midnight
Unknowing where to go
Or where it leads to
So many tracks
So many ways
So many walls
It just a matter who or which
Track will you chose?

i would, I wouldn't, I could, I couldn't.
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nights thrown away
casually
these
unrealising, unrepentant, ungrateful
hands.
ephemeral friendship.
and
the moon was snuffed out.
these hands.
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give me a chance
to be alive with you
to have these reckless hands held
*once again.

In my chest I bring a pain
Which in time accept
As a stubborn implant
Right in my right chest

This pain knows not where it beats
Nor does it come from near here
But it pulses deeply through
And it almost sounds like you

In the timbre of its screams
That vibrate the thorax
And puncture when you weep
I live memories of sites

Yet it is here she belongs now
Whatever was once made of her
And even if she’s not aware
And even if you’re not yet aware
I am:
It lives in my right chest

What a patron stepmother
Crude lioness heart
Synchronic pounding in negative resounds
The **** acute pain
Of this machine I carry
Implanted, conflated, pointy

I imported it from our nights
And stares traded in summertime
Iris tinged with shavings from the sun
Cut up from the negatives of the blinds

And in negative pounding
Conducting in this right chest of mine
This implant of torment
Torment and own delicate shine

So delicate it may take the torment and make
At times: simple discomfort
Others: a happy life in a moment

And who may be source of this pain
Of this heart in negative
Creating only torment
And what gorgeous torment
Which at worse discomforts
At best resuscitates my life in a moment
And turns me back to us

This pain and anguish
In adolescent torpor
Unrealising you made of
Me the glad recipient

Where to grow and lodge
Like the lost bullet in time
That naked ****** universe
Formed into material emotion

Animal biological material
That from this story I have with you
Gives anxiety during bed time
Your anxiety
But that pounds in negative
As the now accepted implant
When it comes dark longing
Of us not seeing what is to come

It’s just that here in pain and everything
Beats content from imperfection
So beautiful and sinistral
In mine deep dextral chest
Your youthful beating heart

The cracks of wrinkled leaves,
The flutter of pages rifled by wind,
The sudden petrichor exuding aromatic air,
My excited voices falling deaf on your ears,
All adored but unwanted.

As if playing the background music in your narrative.

But it stopped, the music.
I stopped.
Back come the naked branches,
The soiled pages,
The humid wind.

Waited for that impulse. That sudden and casual impulse of sorries. But you continued your story.

You fathomed out your own pieces
And shattered mine further.
Unrealising.