Night after Day

At night, the soul comes out alive
Cool air, a breeze away
from the sun’s restless ways
Free to roam all alone
Wrapped round the stars
Waiting on nothing but patience

Interrupted by these vices
Familiar faces, accustomed smiles
Take what you need
This valley goes down deep
Take what you need
The world’s falling apart
Take what you need
But remember you can stop
Flee! away from this rat race

Awakened from behemoth dreams
Blurry trips and broken shields
Haunted, running
A race full of tremor sounds
Hearts audibles and cricket interludes
Awakened from this space
Jungle man and predator eyes
Hunting, hunted
A relief confirmed by my blood and sweat

People of Zion (Patience)

The beast with its eyes gorged out

Roams the streets, hungry

Feeding on the naked threads

The real ones continue

Cos the tower has fallen

Marred with dirt

Nature has cleaned its sins

And left us to search for our own roots

Our hands in sand, so we dig

Through the rocks and flowing fountains

We must fight

Stop, clean the puddle of war

Break the hate

For the beasts has bitten our throats

Blood spilling from the machines we create

Patience has the key but man has the eyes

So we look with our oneโ€™s and twoโ€™s

Consuming information without an effort to build

Mystical stories formed to create diversion

Fearless are the ones who go the other way

They drink from the wisdom hidden in gutters

Helping up those hooked in the red red ditch

These ones have forgotten the tongue

That holds the people back

So with a quest to roam without fear

They wear faith and show sword

As their flags, with the moon passes through

We must join them and form a pyramid

A union uniting all lost brothers

We must know that to be has its breaks

Also called seeing without looking

Patience is the key, you know this

Discover the city buried in time

Uncovered through our unarranged rhymes

Read my thoughts, and Iโ€™ll call you the devil

For my path has refused to stop for blackened oil

Phase in, breathe out

For the key is locked into the ways of patience

Withstand it, and the beast will break your neck

South of the Shore

The month of falling pollen is here
Trees freely spread the yellow dew
Cars at stop wear the mark
Though pablo the mechanic hates the month
I prefer to see different
This place, this land
Is beautiful
A land so mesmerizing
that people living in it
forget the blessings that life has handed to them

HER BEAUTY

I look at her eyes
Though she wears a glass
Through it I see her voice, her essence
That eternal touch
Subtle yet buoyant with love

As the white light bulb
places its rays on her face
Her glow picks up pace
And I’m left struck with a question
How can one as beautiful as her
keep getting more and more
enchanting by the ever growing second?

But with rapid blue, I realize
Hers is an infinite beauty
Full of combusting stars
All diamonds as they glide down
onto a bed of morning roses
Sparkles they are, effortless with grace
Showing all, that with beauty comes no time limit

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