Who we love they all despise
and strike with hungered eyes
Those that they cherish we hate
We throw them at the reapers gate
Bone, blood, flesh and air
Fill us all just like love and despair
So why do we snarl at the river
If you look deeper the stream is a mirror.
Stitches of euphoria permeate the air painting a tapestry
The eyes of the world weep with joyous relief
The roar of drums sculpt a monolithic melody
The hands of the world claw up in desperate glee
The muse of chaos spreads its wings of mercy
The soul of the world trembles in jubilant fear
Inspiration has its age
The quietus has its reign
It all started on an empty page
It isn’t mine it never was and never shall it be
I’ll make my own and I’ll make it well I’ll make it perfectly
No matter what you may decide its mine to shape and mold
I’ll never bend I’ll never bow no one tells me me to be told
It wasn’t mine it isn’t true it shall and cannot be
I made my own it fits just right I tailored my destiny.
Empty shell of a man
Shallow hole of a heart
Pitied bones of a man
Painted smile on a heart
Shattered life of a man
Desperate cry of a heart
New day for a man
Old dirge for a heart
Love lives for a man
Love Lived for a heart
We all have a beast pounding in our chest
It seeks to devour our lives with love
It is an addiction we can’t resist
Granted to us from above
We thirst for the sun within the dark
Forever we hunger for our loves heart
Dreams of rivers drenched in light
Visions of dancers in the dusk
Wailing opera in the night
The dawn breaths its rosy musk
To live inside a box
Gilded in gold chains
With doors made of rocks
With all four limbs restrained
You’ll truly know true terror
If you step outside that door
But if you stay inside for ever
Your heart will always crave for more.
Hands mask tear stained scowl diffusing its sicken glare
The shudder of the hoary clouds are too grim to bear;
Never once spared a pitied gaze or kind caress
Disoriented as pain beats within its rotten chest;
The new day brings the ring of old shame
A new face cannot hide an ancient name;
Where has time fled amidst our dreadful morn,
Why has death abandoned us with bitter scorn?
Feel The shiver of the sobbing suns pain
Drink the echo of the widowed moons wane;
Never again to rest in hands of the keeper
Never to sleep in the embrace of the reaper.
Life without you, is like a body without a soul,
My mind works, but is in your control.
Seeing you,the world around me comes to cease,
Being with you, I feel complete and I find my real inner peace.
I feel possessed and can do anything to see you happy,
Just being held by you, I feel secured and bliss.
Time will fly and my passion for love will keep on growing,
It will continue, till the day you don’t stop your love and care sowing.
-HETA GALA
yes a bit of sediment
settling in progress,
maybe some swirl action,
with water falling lower but still plenty
of swimming room or to hope for a future
to work out swimmingly or at least on the smooth
side; space remains a feature to take note
of and should enjoy several seasons
before entering footnote status;
church country; this is where churches do well;
if a parking lot is full of cars yet actual
people seem scarce, it might behoove the mind to check
the day of the week for it may be a Sunday
and there is no mystery which and where and why
the parking lots would be full of vehicles;
maybe not a bad idea just came alive,
like something religious, for something to do,
because I do definitely need to find
something to do; contacts; need contacts;
not a complete stranger but so many years
have…
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