SHADOWS.

SHADOWS IN DISTANCE

Shadows fade on the stone.

Just like yesterday when life is

a token of things I couldn't find

in greed and redemption

just like losing yourself and losing

you

and what it's worth

I never knew anything

but the sad and broken lies

full of shattered things

and broken wings

like a mirrored image of

dark

I wallow in self-pity

in the night of the light

I am not the worry-filled

terribly burdened by my

will alone

into the heart that's where

you met

I can't find reason to end this

you and of me

and bitter and alone

I can't forage through

the darkness

when night is bent on time

and so are the you and I

and I gave myself a light

to see by

but nothing is more worrisome

than despair

and the hate that surrounds me

the you and I

in talk in code

and you're no longer there

but I am

and you're here

THE TIDE.

THE TIDE

The tides bend

like waves of shadows

forlorn movements

into walls of darkness

in the eve

when the night falls

and the storm rolls in

fireflies are gone

and children are asleep

everything turns into

balls of fire

that is nothing more

than helping what we find

like broken bones

and things long gone

into the lone woods

where nothing moves

except the lone wind

and the shaking branches

of ever swift moving hands

CURSES.

CURSES

flew far away into the night

where traps are full of animals

and I see myself standing

on the edge of a cliff looking down

into the darkness

that is nothing

where shadows fade

into the ether

and I couldn't see

but the thing

that was next to yesterday

and everyone betrayed

who I was

the night that

was there

and there was calmness

everywhere

into the void

I don't know anything

but darkness

and things are thicker

than water

I found myself floating

on the edge of fear

looking into the abyss

I couldn't seek

from anywhere else

and the shelter I found

was somewhere inside

myself

not anywhere outside

and I found nowhere

to hide

INSPIRED BY WORDS.

INSPIRED BY WORDS

I am inspired by words of

beauty

not by making people

miserable

but by getting rid of the planet's

greed

and

giving everyone a purpose

for purpose unknown

a human is a human

who makes mistakes

but that what makes them more human

and drives inspiration

beyond the greed

and realms of space

thinking is unknown

beyond mother's forces

into a life where I live

forgiving things I can't

achieve

a dream of sorrow

that I don't need

LIGHT WILL.

LIGHT WILL

Light will exist

if we exist

and words tumble

from shattered mouths

all light is dim

in words of wisdom

like building blocks

moving in shadows

words form

from broken dolls

on all molds of time

and sorrow

moving forward and backwards

into the voice

where we remain

in hospitals on the other

side of the city

in drug-darkened fields

that sing of rain

and molded rags

and nights are calm

and we live trapped

in a world without words

THE BUILDING.

THE BUILDING

It is made of a box

the box is like a brick wall

I fall in love with the wall

and move away from it

just like the ways

I used to be

in short of time

I am growing old

and one day

I will want to look back

and try to find

the difference

in so many things

like love and life

and how many ways

I can fly

standing on the

edge of a wall

I find myself

wondering how many

times I never noticed

anything

or nothing

in special ways or normal

ways

glorifying

things that are mine

and maybe

never were