In the work of the world, everything is a poem;
slow petal hinges closing the drowsy flower -

The day shook itself, sniffed the air and sprinkled sunlight on my face
I woke,washed,said grace

A star it said,
'I'm true!'
I knew
then died
within my

A call comes to all of us
We all answer in on way
Where we communicate the reply that echoes into

I hear them
the voices;
I hear them
all
around me.

I’m here, baby, I’m here, baby,

spent some time thinking about a friend

as he diminished with the days

This is where I hold my breath,
And take a dive, for one last test;
My heart beats, for me
To

Life's too short to live it bitter
But I always said I wouldn't be a quitter.
And that's what I

Against the sky against my mind
We live and breathe
stardust
Particles of
another shade of

I don’t belong anywhere here,
I walk these empty streets
Reminded by the littlest things
Like

Her spirit gifts warmth
and serenity
her mood is thoughtful
focused and mellow

she risks

I only have her
For the morning.
Later she can
Enjoy to the full
Everything the day
Can bring

There is a picture sitting high up on a shelf
a picture in the background of my future self.
Each

What you see will astound you,
I’m sorry that I have a habit of
Repeating old used lines.
It just

I keep my sanity alive
by dreaming of her nine to five
but from six to eight
I wait.
She will

When windows close and doors open,
Time stops and goes in circles.
Time wields fate while time

Up and down the stairs of life
No love in this morning light
We walk alone and yet we fight
We

I write of things unseen,
I twist the lies of the known.
I use the things that do exist
To tempt

Thought is a process of elimination.
All men are created to think,
But not all men do.
We are a

Silence crashes to the ground,
the sounds of sirens wail among the myriad of sales in windows

It's been some weeks now
That I've had these bottled emotions reeking through my pores
Coping

Like tonight is;
tonight i like,
hated this night!
I could dig
the grave of
my wishes

This is the sound beating from the Slums beating drum.
At first it seemed like you were the answers

Every love seems to burn
Every life does the same
As they both go up in flames
Is there anything

Drug dealer chic:

When i was young never met santa clause but a get out clause rewind nah fast

Your luscious lips scare me
They smear me with lies
Sweet melodies of tempting hisses
To your

I know not of their walk and posture
I know not their syntax and diction
These beasts of man

There will be a day when I'll need this suitcase no more
years after then I'll find it covered in

Once my heart I gave too cheap
Once the thought of you exited my mind like no other before
Once

Fangs of addiction, marked by pangs and affliction

When reality seems so strange, it takes fans

What's been written
Seems forgotten but it's let loose
Free like a comet set in motion
To leave

Call my name
Whispering onto the wind.
Touching gently
The tips of my ear.
Patiently

A restless life
Spent in reckless dreaming
Music, money, fame
Tickets to happiness
Or to

The world has passed
With half closed eyes
And broken wings.
Meant to live, to fly.
Without a

Care can control.
For love in all forms
Blinds,
And no boundaries exist
Between these.

The

Don’t know how you can be so fake,
Hiding deep within your own self hate.
You’re so self

It’s hard to admit a sickness,
When you don’t know if you believe
In the cure.
You see so many

Open up just to fall apart,
Close the eyes, just to hear them sing.
Pray to god, for a good

Life swims in Air,
On a rope of Cloud it's clinging,
Not much of Despair,
Blessings are

Vacation's over
Get in line.
This is the start
Of the rest of your
Life.

Bright blessed morning,
Was on way to the sanctum,
To realize my everyday purpose!!

Roads are

Make your own decisions, they said to you.
Do what you want to do, do what you need to do.
First

The wind has fallen a sleep with out a dream to be had
The river falls below the ground and

The day was cursed and locked me far away,
People steepling my youth in a mass bone yard
Where

Who cares about the way you look,
The way you dress
The way that you express
Yourself is your

A tear rolling down your face
still a piece of bread you want to taste
Where is your father and

We are but ghosts and strings.
Such petty pretty things.
So easily broken;
Don’t linger but