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Sunday, June 15, 2014

Silent Spirit

In silent spirit 
Judgment is hidden away 
Like the silent winds that follow you 
Follow the rain, as I too 
Have a lot more to dream about 
As I lay here all alone
I know nothing of his return 
Nor my belief that he will;

But in uncertain times
One point of wisdom will follows me to the grave
Without pain we would not know happiness 
And without happiness, love, and companionship 
There would be no point in living at all...
The ratify that we have even come to be.  

In this lifetime
First a child
Always a child.
The lighthouse shines up at the steeple 
As the bell tower
Rings throughout the village 

Casually, 
Does anyone else but me
Find this nostalgic? 

All those that have lost
Sit alone in somber prayer
The masses have all ended   
Undo your umbrella 
And feel the night air 
Come to life tonight. 

In silent spirit 
Judgment is hidden away 
Like the silent winds that follow you 
Follow the rain, as I too 
Have a lot more to dream about;

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Mountain Terrain

Where were you when I painted the background
A mountain terrain
In life and full of life. the spoils of breathing
Your air is the same as mine
But the colours of each and every spirit
Are different in the soul

I cling to my youth 
As the rest of the world speaks of danger 
War, violence, school shootings 
A man that just wants to kill for no reason...
Anywhere you go, anything you do
Is unhealthy, is a sign you were born.

The commercials tell you not to smoke
By showing graphic images of people dying
By there own choice, traumatize the kids 
By showing these graphic images
In the middle of the day...

Meanwhile you can't legally smoke a plant 
That grows here on mother earth 
And has help so many sick patients
Feel better and even help cure... 
What the dying have been feeling 
Since they were diagnosed 

In life and full of life. the spoils of breathing
Your air is the same as mine
But the colours of each and every spirit
Are different in the soul

You walk across the soil and it remembers
You were here before
You enter the room silently and by the time
You reach the corridor
You can hear the grandfather clock chime
As the midnight rises
It's clear to sleep and not to dwell...
Upon what always seems
So much larger at night

And as the eyes come down to a close
I lay beside my one and only
To find peace in the sound of a train
And her heart beating slowly.
Next to mine, in the perfect peace. 

Where were you when I painted the background
A mountain terrain?

Monday, June 9, 2014

Garden of Fire

Place your palms out to me 
The is a new page 
Another chapter... 
I hand you my heart as it struggles to beat
Or pumping the blood to fast   
To go face to face, for the love of God!

Surely we need to outsmart the pain
Relax on my own without the terrible feeling
That I'm always missing something 

I light a candle and hold it to the open window
The sky a heavy pink with a mix of blue and purple 
Some lightening fills the clouds
Illuminating the atmosphere with colour 

Seeing the same old lady 
Feeding the ducks at the cemetery 
Romanticizing about the love she shared 
And is still sharing...

The night has to come up for air...
The moon rises and declines 
The forces of nature 
Unlock the door between heaven and hell 
(The Devil and Christ)

Place your palms out to me 
This is a new page 
Another chapter... 

(Something I'm not worthy of....) 
To capture forever, preserved in time) 

The fire garden sparks a giant flame 
Throughout the eyes... 

His palms are bleeding 
STIGMATA AGAIN!!!
For the love of God

Let me heal from it all someday.


Purple

I keep forgetting you're there...
Like the rivers direction crashes silently against those rocks
I can't remember the end of movies
 I saw when I was just a child...
But I watch them anyway, 
In love with the golden age of cinema 
The prayers about not dying and keep my family safe... 

Speaks volumes... 

It helps a lot to have thee ability to cry
When that melancholy feeling starts
Castles made of sand demolished
By the ocean I've never seen 
Either you're my witness or I''m going crazy  
Nightmarish dream...
Whispers in the bathroom 

I keep forgetting you're still there....
Awake long enough for the birds to sing
So if there's a black rose in the garden of fire
I will reach in and burn my hands
Just to hold it against the gray and give some colour...

4 choices there would be...
The sky,
(The love of a heart thriving for unity) 
The forest,
(The creative bound one has between his soul and poetry
He choose mystery...

...And the flower turns purple in his hands;