Silence is the sound of sorrow

humming through your thoughts

Dissolving into your serene agony

Blanks---

So naive... to do

...Not

Or nothing at all

So smooth and seductive

Like an autumn breeze...

As a single wave of the ocean

Constantly weaving its undulation

Like a dull razor blade

Cutting through

The void.

Fair is a hot gal with high

Standards of quality:

She admires herself, and claims

Equality.

When she walks down the hood,

Everybody whistles at her, "wheet whooo!"

Her softness and appealing image are

On everyone's mind. Everyone likes Fair.

Fair met this rich man

And left the boy who loved

Her; before she knew he

Had cheated on her.

The boy thought that was

Unfair, but she was quite certain

That he didn't deserve her.

O Fair, O Fair

Fair doesn't like parties...

But she dances on every national

Stage and appears on T.V.

Fair shakes left, Fair shakes right,

And everybody applauds her.

O Fair, O Fair

Fair carries the cross while

Going to war and shoots

At the bad guys;

Before they shoot her.

The bad guys draw her

Name on the flag

And shoot back at her,

And both chanting...

O Fair, O Fair

Fair spins around

The globe, singing,

"am Fair, am Fair"

And no one listens to her,

But when she walks down

The hood━ everyone whistles

At her, "wheet whooo!"

Oh... that poor Fair.

I've died many times

On escape-trails– fleeing

From your air. But every time

You have caught me,

Either lurking in my

Dreams – or beating...

Somewhere... in the

Venues of my heart.

Caught up in your

Seamless web.

Crucified for your

Iniquity.

I've died so many times

Now, and I don't know

If I still have any more

Lives to die. But if–

There were any lives

Left in me, I'll, sorely,

Kill them again;

paving

my

way

over

my

sha

tte

red

Ci

ty

.

#poetry

it

is

not

about anyone,

it’s about

Itself.

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d,

e v e r y one (is)

p

art

of

self/

#poetry

|This|, is your universe

and you are the ruler.

when you're hurt, it bleeds.

when you cry, it rains.

your sadness forms

the clouds–and

your footsteps

build the mountains.

the ocean's curves

are woven of

your silky, wild hair, and

your mighty voice

carries the wind.

you are the ruler

of this!

and |This| is

thou, – Universe.

#Poetry

Two fire-birds:

One selfish

One selfless

Tangled; hand to

Hand, and claw

To claw

Swimming across

The sky~

In a parallel font

Pouring into

One river ،

،

،

That spelled-->

Love

.

#poetry

In an attempt to

Escape–

Or– recover the losses;

Re-knitting the heart,

With a bit of crave

...To beat again.

As the snow falls

Upon the Apple-City,

The little bird will

Pack-up his luggage

And depart–

With all the things he

Carries within;

The memories and

Fragments of the heart.

The little bird will

Spread his wings

~•wide-open•~

And wander in the sky;

Exploring across the

Cali desert;

Like a reptile...

S h e d d i n g

The old skin.

#poetry

I think and sink

And dive in a blink

My thoughts have lost the link

And my soul soaked into blue ink

Hell yeah!! lemme get another drink

*Blink*

#blueink #poetry

If you're asking me, darling,

About the stars,

And how the universe works,

I don't know the answer,

For I'm just a human, too,

Ruled by the sun

Of this galaxy;

Fooled into the milky way.

Weakened& compelled.

But maybe I can

Tell you where does

The sun go,

When your moon arise.

And so,

Darling,

The sun shies away...

...Lurking

Behind this blue sky,

(Which embraces your light)

——

Besieged in space blanks.

——

And you, my dear,

Are

The ruler

Of your own galaxy;

As the sun folds

Behind the clouds

And burns

On–to its desires,

Which have

No power to illuminate

Thy universe.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdyLnHl4LzQ&list=RDFdyLnHl4LzQ&start_radio=1

#Poetry #BeyondTheSkies

i

find

beau

ty in

start

ing

with

out

the

i

.

#iiiii