The roses that grow in the snow Still stream of petals when blown What’s real and what’s not Pondering is a waste of thought Every corner and every turn A curve ball thrown and a mind that burnt A myriad in the sky and a myriad in my ears Left on the galaxy’s edge the…

Upside down, the world on its destiny, Forever nonchalant, my thoughts fly Towards that, my depravity Those that dont want me, why? Roaming through the woods, I search No answer, no avail, think this a sail my making, my own besmirch Truth the animal with no head nor tail Sink into the warmth of emotion,…

A thought, a word, an opinion, a belief No escape from this tree of grief I make my bed and call it my home, Not realizing its arms way from being a tomb Filled with pain and regret, my mind flies What rain can wash these echoing cries? Life’s rapid motion is building its walls…

The rock that you get over will only bring more, But the climb is little, ahead is the allure of a moor The bruises and pain seem so ephemeral, Healing me with soft touches is nature’s mural For what has been will never follow, To each his own, filling the hollows It’s yours, its mine…

When I look up, I see nothing blue, Yet I am hooked, to these woods like glue   Come rain, snow or sun, I will move till I burn   To the steeps ahead, I call To the beasts ahead, I call   Meet me at the next mile, Ready for an embrace no matter…

Shadowed behind sound Always waiting to burst Like light and dark, their destinies are bound Nevertheless, calmness was the first Our quest for order, Made it’s brother seem eternal, Silence though purer, Strikes as abnormal The silence of love, maddening The silence of nature, pleasing The silence of life, incomprehensible The silence of separation, painful…

When there was light, there was not lucidity When there is none, a search is stupidity   My world on fire in anonymity, Afraid of being shred into obscurity   One mind, one soul running through the eternal empty, None enough to push forward, these tiny sparks in rarity   No love no hatred can…

Tonight I am flying and I do not need wings someone else does, though it’s mine, I feel Experience’s as vague a concept as “things” I might know it, but do I? for real? it’s not my soliloquy and am not aware observation is lost so I make it my own your enmity is mine…

Why? The question we ask always. But, do we ever get the answer? Maybe that’s why binging on a story became the weapon against the dark necromancer The starts to things that are amazing, deceive me with a suicide at the end that I never see coming how did a passionate kiss in the morning…

I keep asking the question, At first my head rolled through all of them As thoughts did stumbled to a burst Funny head said it’s none of them Cruel heart put in front my lonely soul Making me stare up, feeling the night’s sky I behest then beseech to this mind so foul It seemed…