Free fall

Free fall


He filled the void in my eyes
He emptied the oceans and gave me land to walk
He took my hand and led me away to his island heart
He fell the trees and made me bed to rest my head
He spoke words that spoke to me
He got me thinking I could fly
He played me the music of his song
He plucked the stars and gave me a bite
In love; I’m in free fall

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Inspiration; Royal Tailor -Freefall

One way metaphor 

One way metaphor 


She’s fishing in troubled waters
Her soul is white but her heart is blue
As the curtain of night closes in on her
She retreats into her head, to the sunken place
Manipulated by fear, brought to her knees by uncertainty; she bows to the force
There’s no light here to save her
There’s no treasure hidden in the darkness
This rollercoaster of emotions have sent her away
There where she fades off to sleep on twirling stone beds
But she is strong, she will overcome; yes she is god. 

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Agog

Agog

Paint the world on my canvas
Maybe the warm colors will make it a better place
Cast the net upon the waters
Maybe we’d find food for our soul space
Show me what dreams are made of
Maybe I’ll see the future, gaining clarity in this fog
Tell the truth and not a lie, free the dove
Maybe I’ll wake up and feel agog

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Pacify

Pacify

sounds of gongs and hands on drums
swept away our silent town
unsettled dust fills the air
as we dance our lungs away

so sweet the sound of gongs and drums
music for soul and body
immerse my youth in the wisdom of old
pacify my impatience, direct my path

Picture; Saatchi Art

What I am not and will never be

What I am not and will never be


His words are black and white
Varying contrasts, utterly confusing
His actions are golden trees, deeply rooted in good but he’s not a saint
His fear is branded on his forehead
I see it and it’s threatening to spew it’s venom in my eyes
The clouds in his mind are as grey as night but he’s smart
He will never commit, not a crime but he’s still stuck in the pessimism of things
His life thorns are piercing my side, his troubles steady rocking my boat
His uncertainty is daunting; I want to run away to dwarf planet Ceres and see if he follows my trail
How long before I fade away into the shadows of his reality?
How long before I realize the purpose of this “distraction” that’s so dear to me?
Tell me to focus…I need to carve my own path
Remind me this; I’m not his savior, never will be.
But he loves me…he loves me deep.

Picture; DustIn4Pictor on DeviantArt

Remember Me

Remember Me


Remember me
Before the light of the sun, moon and stars is dim to your old eyes and rain clouds continually darken your sky.
Before your hair turns white like an almond tree in bloom.
Before the silver cord of life snaps and the golden bowl is broken, for then the dust will return to the earth, and the spirit will return to God who gave it. 

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Inspiration; Ecclesiastes 12:1-6 (Excerpt)

In too deep

In too deep


To quench my thirst
I fell down from the skies into the mirage
I found water but only during the fall
The moon became a puddle and the air became smoke burning my eyes
I found myself inside a cave, hanging on to the writings on the wall
I accepted the gift and it wasn’t truth
I was caught up in the masquerade
I became another spirit with the same face
I drank from the elixir and it wasn’t of life
I strayed far away from home; I ran as far as my own two feet could
I got to the peak and I realized; there was nothing there to save me
Father…father…will you save me?

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Inspiration; Seventh Day Slumber – In too deep

Skyscraper

Skyscraper

As I grow I realize I’ll always be me. I’ll change, I’ll evolve but somehow I’ll still be the me that I’ve always known. Life is good, really good and the horizons have a hue that is cooler than blue and so we do our best, we wait and see. Eventually we’ll end up as stories told to those who have taken our place, again and the ignorance will continue. So do what you must but promise me you will never be a skyscraper but the sky itself.

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Inspiration; Seventh day slumber- skyscraper

Don’t pull the trigger 

Don’t pull the trigger 


Ice cold heart beating against a cage of ribs, Simon says “emotions are a waste of space”, true; only now she’s versed does she agree. Fragile, flashes, wavy, superficial. do not be guided by her; emotions, whatever you do, do not taste the honey from her lips. with no root she’ll dig her claws into your thoughts, changing like a million mirrors reflecting errors. When she comes and you have no place to hide, load the gun but don’t pull the trigger. Don’t let her be the dictator of your reaction. 

Picture; Shan3y