THE NEW YEAR

February and January have always been 

And will this time around be

The deepest and brightest hint of blue 

Because it was the blue sea spitting out foam where you lived by 

The shallow sea side 

By your bedside 

Where you hid away inside 

I’ll have the sky and the air blue 

Just for you 

And later this year 

I’ll  have the grass and a forest lands 

A rich green and gold 

Earthy, sober and  serene 

For the child if you please 

And I hope that by November again

All will fade down and burst 

Like dots black and white 

Music Does

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Music does 

Feelings fade away 

Laughter dies out 

Like candles  do 

What did you say ? 

White noise all around 

In quite towns inside big cities 

Living on an island 

Next to the sea 

The big bold bearing sea 

Nothing is as heavy as a secret that is  not mine 

But where do secrets 

After escaping the belly of a goldfish 

Leaving the city of gold

Going to the sky and staying in the clouds wasting the days and nights 

Because a train was passing by 

Why didn’t I try ? 

To get the word out or fix it

Can it be saved 

If prayer works and they say it does 

May God protect us 

And wash away the pain we built 

FENCES WITH ROSES

​I know where she lives 

The snow queen 

Just behind my house 

With a white fences 

And ugly wasted rose bushes 

I know what she does in her free time

She pretends with great grace to be busy 

Busy with being bored of her life

Like a peacock all alone in a crowd 

The center of attention 

I know that she has a pet too many 

They can be heard miles away 

Like a siren in the night 

She also likes flashy speed 

All acts dangerous 

All nights on the stiff edge of a cliff 

I worry but remain silent 

Because time is moving too fast 

We have one too alive knocking on the door of death 

And one just breathing waiting for lightning 

Strange and  dark 

Times played out in the dark 

You know what I’m thinking 

This may be 

The first time 

In a long time 

That I haven’t talked about myself 

Hate Crime

​It’s seem to be far from 

To turn your back on yourself 

This is what you made 

This is what you are 

And it hurts me 

To think I let this happen 

Rebels are born 

They are not made 

Desperation turns saints into whores 

Words can turn killers into heroes 

And because they hold more power 

We say nothing 

What is  terrorism 

Was it that plane that crashed into the towers 

Was it everything that followed 

Was it that innocent paid for the criminals 

Was it when the swastika was pulled up ?

Or when the Confederate flag was not pulled down ?

Was it when nobody listened 

Nobody listens 

Nobody sees

Flower Child

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You’re my flower child 

My own darling 

Heaven eyes and water smiles 

Soft feet and small hands

Sleeping and laughing to the sun dance 

Grass beds and pink clouds and a helpful tree for when the cold rain pours 

You are everything and so much more 

I saw you a long time ago 

When your blue eyes ran in arab streets 

Played till the sunset 

And your head rested on the good pillow

Just a child 

Flower child 

It must be hard now 

As it was 

When the soldiers fell from the sky 

And fire burned almost all of history away 

And you had no where to go 

You can’t even cry anymore 

You can’t smile anymore 

Your flowers are dying 

Your fading away from the inside 

And I don’t know how to save you 

In all this fighting and war 

All the suffering in your world 

Will not hit the sky 

Or break those lies 

VAGUE ENVY

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Jealously will be the end of me 

Indifference a slightly untrustworthy voice 

Sabotaged till the time has come 

I can use what metal there is 

Or lose the cards and hearts to nothing 

Because action and their words are not masking the well of flames 

Neither sin or sun or sane saint 

Shall know the trouble 

Of not knowing what to be 

Not knowing what to show 

Looking upon past present and future 

With what can and cannot be 

Surviving The Winter

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Lets wait a little more 

These young broken bones

Seem to be healing themselves 

With slow chances 

Or surviving the winter 

A winter that has been cast over for a generation 

They say that all games come to an end 

That by some time history is altered 

And those cursed can walk free

How long does it take for a curse to end 

For it to die 

For the sake of the world 

Let them die swift 

And let the lost shepherd  find that home of glory 

Prayer

Especially when I need something 

When I’m hurt 

When lost 

When in pain 

When out of options 

When misplaced or misunderstood 

When at the lowest low 

Like as low as low could be 

When nothing seems to be working 

So perhaps 

Prayer is not enough 

And people often make you feel bad yourself about praying 

Not as bad for not praying 

I believe 

The relationship between you and God should be personal 

Know that God does not care 

How many times you knock on his door 

Nothing you ask for could be something he cannot give you 

But some prayers do go answered

But some are on his waiting list 

And some are in your destiny 

Waiting for you to be ready for them to happen 

When Legends Die

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What does it matter 

When legends die 

Why is the world is shock ? 

Did they expect them to live forever ?

Is it out of love or grief 

Or maybe respect 

But I should not be asking 

I know how it is 

When you hope someone will be there 

Right by your side 

When it rains to when it hurricanes 

I never expected you to die 

Even if death looked close 

And all we ever talked about dieing 

Between baths and homeopathic medical tests 

When your hair fell when you brushed it in the back of the house 

You knew you were late for work 

And then your soft than a cloud white hair grew  back 

And you loved it 

I never dreamt of you dieing 

But when you did 

I knew before they told me 

And the day you did leave

I saw you when I slept 

And you were younger  

And happy

Wide that familiar smile 

And I woke up smelling out the dirt 

THE Night Time

Pass over of princely states

Underdogs of the last revolution

Shadow people

All come alive

When the sun goes down

And drowns into the blackness

Of the tiny milky way of waste

Then the moon falls full

Over our eyes

Under our feet

A silver disc of the racing ravens

The light of the night

The love of my life

Burning without a sound or sirens

But even the love of my life

Can’t fight the blankness

The time of the beasts

And dont you find it also strange

That all ghosts feel visible in the night

All vampires walk in the night

Werewolves rise with the moonshine

Spirits curse in the shadows

And thieves plot also

And sins of the flesh taste better in the night

Murders of brothers are safer by winter nights

And breaking hearts feel heavy with the summer set

All grounds seem witch held by dusk

And all children must be home or else

And yet what difference is there between night and day

But a temporary loss of light