Sadness

My heart yearns for the lost. The one that left me behind. Every minute of every day I try to hold back my mind from eating my spirit. I want to go back, back to where my heart yearns. But the one heart doesn't want me. I am lost in the wind, wind of change. My heart is eating itself alive. How did I go wrong? What did I do that was so wrong to end up here? I wish I could open eyes, rip off the blindfolds and show the truth, but the truth has to be realized, not forced but accepted upon the consciousness. Open Heaven Rain down.

New Day

New day, new year. Feelings amalgamate all together. One step forwards two steps back. Will tomorrow be my lucky jack? New hopes, new dreams, leaves new competition to concentrate. Yellow back, molded, black eyes wonder..... Today is not the day.

Never Again

Blue-moon rising, sad foot siding. Forward on track, tail behind my back. Never again, without my friend. Bullets in hand, stole our land. Kicked us out, giving promises doubt. Yesterday dead, final word said. Never again, my friend.

Red

Heat flows through my veins. Vexation bursts from every pore. I breathe and think, not now, not today- Calm, breathe... I want to vent, to burst, to discharge and feel free again. I can't, I must relax and breathe. Red leaves my eyes, my fists, and in flows the calm composed thoughts. I bound the beast, for it to die another day.

ONE

Yesterday, today, tomorrow, my love does not grow faint. It forever remains the blossoming flower, growing each day. Will tommorrow my love remember the days of yesterday? Will the hurt be forgotten and grown upon? Will my heart yearn for a new day where the sunrises and the cravings exspand? Where a new day brings as much love as forever and a day. My heart has such love, where the very breath it takes is the very life is gives, connected. Connected to each other, united as one, a heart of one.

heart of man

On the roof top of our souls, looking down on the heart below
shattered and cold. Half of what is use to be,
some of what it should be, broken and sold.
A wound so deep, pushed aside, dug deep berried alive.
Speak of the heart, poke of the tongue, the heart is good burning inside.
The center is wounded, wounded at war, a war of this world for the hearts of our souls.
Capture yours back, live again, seal the creases, mend the friend.

water

What will happen to us now? What will become of this? Will the flower whither or will it grow and spread new seeds. Tomorrow is a new day to water, to pull some weeds and water. Let the sun do it's charm. Let the sun spread it's rays. Let the sun be the sun, let it bring new water.