Beautiful feet

the message was clear
"go ye into all the world and teach"
by this mean this message will reach the ear that heeded
but i reseeded

thought there were enough that could meet
in the street
in a seat or a corridor

called men that can ensue
follow through
serve me and you congregated in this pew
...show no retreat for these beautiful feet

you've changed your position
questioned your mission as the "perp"
now none can wear your number

you're the missing one for that zero
the wondering hero
the blinded son
your soul count is still none
...show no retreat for these beautiful feet

where's that fire you possessed
those words shut up in your bones
past daily receiver of those holy ghost tones
now where are you?

Grooping In the dark
Baring your soul...stark...
Naked in the arms of false love
Temporarily...blashpeming
...show no retreat for these beautiful feet

No longer can you run
Growing tired as the script gets repetitive
Circling the grove you now see you're under
We know you hate this weight

They've come 7 times stronger
Curiousity leads the march
This must be real, the mind draws the heat
...show no retreat for these beautiful feet

Laid on the backside of the earth
Gained no part of the world
Laying there soulless
Try escape in wonder

Only to stare faith in the face
The great escape is over
Learn, live, live, learn -word stoner
Show no retreat for these beautiful feet

Spark

These words may come as a surprise
or rather reassurance for what you ignore to feel inside
the thoughts that seep inside your mind
those words that wish to sooth you

the kind that doesn't say "i thought about you"
but the one that hides to say "i think about you still"
the words that shows no face
but longs to smile with you
in fear it skirms day by day to feel normal and subject

the thoughts that flow fluidly
and can never stop
but will always hide in the shadow of a day

to distract itself from everything that's you
for every normal reason
to hide itself in what was or what probably still is
in a parallel world

this time should not have been this way
when eternity stopped for but a second
to indulge a longer moment that became a lifetime
in the arms of another

poetry fits so well as our guise
look at what she's done to us
beautiful strangers in the day
as we lay together in the nights sky

all this to allow myself to say i miss you
all this to allow myself to say at this moment i do care
just to quickly feel that spark i knew
that spark i knew was you

Time will tell the tale

Time will tell the tale

Of seeds that became trees without being planted

Of unplanned days that held the dawn of the sleeping eye

Of the babe that weaned on strange breasts that ought to have died

Time will tell the tale

Of ships that sailed off course to journey to its destiny

Of lovers that have never met but knows one another's name

Of hearts that've reached their capacity but had the audacity to keep it wanting

Time will tell the tale

Of false moments that have tainted forever

Of deep scars that signed a long history

Of forgotten scents smelt and remembered to stretch a reluctant smile

Time will tell the tale

When there is no time left to tell it

When signs are all that's left

When memories are all that's right

And tales of time is all that ends

Pain to Pleasure

Pain to pleasure

The fusion of feelings that fuel confusion constantly

There's no middle ground

There's no left right to cling to in this misery

A flustered faith in state of seizure

Wild convulsions within a pillar

A totem pole of considerations multiplied by the stars

Freedom speaks behind grills and bars

Pain to pleasure

The likely uncertainty that's destined

A maddening place that cools

An oxymoron in motion

There can be no end, nor any beginning

This grows among thorns and cannot live without them

Pierced petals are pretty and perfect

Twisted torsos stem the tide of life

To feed this lust to live, though living in turmoil

A burst of calm in anxiety

Pain to pleasure

They call this poetry

Live horror in frugal words

Mayhem in verse

A flowing harmony

No middle ground still to be found

Even in paining eyes and pleasured fears

while quaking hands stem steady sorrow

This will make no sense

Yet the mind is clear of what it feels

The inevitability of this sense is not man made

But man made is the inevitability of the sense once angered

No bones will be broken

While all will be broken

Within this doubting message

All is sure

Where pain is to pleasure

The sea that spoke to me

Breath gave life to words

As that breath escaped me

Sailed with the wind to rest upon a still sea

That sea that spoke to me

A sea that sailors wished to sail

To course the wind to find their trail

They passed on shores and walked the tide

Seeking entrance for that ride

This sea, this sea that spoke to me

If life were only fair

This sea would see the best of me

If only it were near

Breath gave life to words

As that breath escaped me

Sailed with the wind to rest upon a still sea

That sea that spoke to me

We wondered why the grass was green

And why the wind was never seen

We wondered why we screamed and shout

And why the blood ran from our mouth

The wind was never crystal clear

That's why its there for all to hear

The grass that's green can cast a doubt

Try ridding science of whitened clout

Breath gave life to words

As that breath escaped me

Sailed with the wind to rest upon a still sea

That sea that spoke to me

He clasped his hands and said a prayer

His rattled thoughts spewed hopeless fear

His knuckles white and eyes shut tight 

He wished she didn't come that night

They played a game the dead of night

The room too bright, took off the light

And now they layed their his thoughts blue

A few days after "boy is that true?"

Breath gave life to words

As that breath escaped me

Sailed with the wind to rest upon a still sea

That sea that spoke to me

King's Sacrifice

Starting was never easy!

Staring down the barrel of sudden dismay

It meant the mind grew lazy

It has come to this place

Where kings stand servant and peasants wear gold

The time is now "my sweet"

The alter is nigh

The first cut is the deepest they say

But not as deep as this

This death is bliss

the sky comes clamoring grey

Like dancing shadows in a light less space

It is a dark time my love

But not as dark as this night

No other shall hold this shade of coal

This ash of ego, this soot of "minds"

Each night that proceeds this

Will compare with midday

The sun will compete to stay a fire

As the father beholds this time in eternity

The sun shall seek shade

The fight will be no more

This is not the end but truly a beautiful beginning in doves eyes

In loves eyes...

Within you seek no rest

A fire consumes yet preserves tactile limbs

An ever blazing fire of... blue

Skies that kiss the mourning

As sorrow say hello to goodbyes bade by

Singing crows...yes! Singing crows

For here lies a feast

Here lays the dead of days

The spark of sorrows

Here lies lay and here lays days

Of a kings' sacrifice for honor

Fear or Truth

It is the truth we fear!

the fear of truth that's "fair" or so they say.

But it's the "fear" we truly fear, not the truth. 

We've known the truth all along, but the fear of accepting it has hindered us.

Fear! is not fair and that's the truth!