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To the End

When you are already at the gates

Without need for key

You feel the brimstones

The gnashing of teeth

Old old 

Very old business

All you have fought for

Either you are now paid

Or paying for your sins 

Its all in the mind

A new smoke

A new smile

Fangs behind

Pupils always missing at night

At the very end

Lets us welcome the new one

Our savior at the conclave

Jesus Christ from the Gold Coast

You might have seen him

His eyes watching the lens move

Two circles meeting gaze

One at the other end

Innocent as they smiled

Their world, your film

Stories to fill during your silent night

Happiness to carry you over to the morning

The message 

What was the message?

I will try again

Nappy hair

Tiger seed hair

Different names

Watch as this water gives more life

A well for all to drink

I heard he lived for more than a thousand star years 

Deep in the golden forest

Ododo sand to mold 

Shell cover for tree bellows 

There

Amongst all, he learnt the way

Of good, 

to do

Replication a daily remainder of nature

You learn you give

Thats what i heard he said

And at the end of his lifetime

He crossed into the land of blessings 

He did not even need the book of life

Without a single nail 

No bleeding

Star Lights

Fast forward

Everything in ones twos

Pace of a matador facing red

Our legs barely land

Then soar

Our bodies left behind

Watching as we rise

Stars lighting up the night sky

Moon illuminating our minds

In this moment

Whether we stumble

or

kiss at the start of rain

No matter 

Only after 

The aftertouch

Hands locked

blemishes on knuckles

Sunlight burns

and mortal sins

Only after

When we return

Back onto bodies

will we feel and realize

that the longest part of life

lies away from these hearts.

It is the Soul I need

Through veins

I remove myself

Take a step back

out and watching 

Anywhere is reachable

Into the skies and green lands

Distance a matter of the past

In this place of blue highs

Standing on the wings of seamounts

Into the sun 

Glorious bathe

Speak with eyes awakened

Promises achieved

Sound passing the message

Angels on earth singing 

Beat by beat

Hearts and anvils

Letting go off weight

Taking our seats 

on the hills resting on our ancestors

Karma

Now, maybe the reason i go crazy

Every angles, every paper

Dollars and wipes to cry on

These clothes stainless

Heart full of brim though

The world caves in

Not a telsa in sight

Si, and an

Lately lately 

I am moving without care

Like i always did

Only now without recourse

Or so i think

No voice of reason

All past hate i used up

Without care for others

Directions wherever belle face

Paper exchange and its a good high

Her vice, yes 

Mine? Who knows

I heard it comes

Anvil on neck

Now, maybe the reason i go crazy

Knowing later, she will come

Asking for her heart, blades at my throat

The Roaming Traveller

Oh what a brief moment

A comet rushing to earth

In haste when it pierces orbit

A new demon or another old angel

In clothes made of the stars themselves

Chain spools of gold rhinestones

Further than the eyes can capture

We, beings of celestial ordinance

–

For a brief memory

To taste air

To feel sea

To hear mountains move

Old towers full of energy

The first beings of earth

Back to the senses

To see thoughts

To hold love

And finally to return

–

Only a short while

In truth it is forever

Captured in a capsule

The truth never runs

Stagnant like eternity

The lies we tell ourselves

To stay grounded on here

Only when bones grow weary

Mind reawakened

Once dulled by the senses

Only then we accept

The return

The repeat, some say

Sky Reign

At the end

After the fall

Stars, they said

I fell high

High onto what?

Dust or due

Mine and mine

I go and igor

Lights on red ground

Front and center

I bleed through

All under, Infected

Never purged

ELSE!

Blood, sweat and tears

Bones gnashing and soul screeching

My answer to the most high

Goats to the slaughter

Lambs for the plunder

Huh?

Cant hear you

I always return,

remain

My reign never surpassed

At the end

After the fall

A star – look, they said

One More Time

How many times must i prove?

How many mistakes to show

Star shooting and fallen gems

Body transfers and senses renewed

How many moons must I sleep on?

Suns, lay-bare to bake in

So many times i have appeared

In forms only you know

In voices, only we have shared

Inside your deepest ache,

During your strongest laps

Times when hands bled

I surround you, yet you’re aghast

I hear you even without words

I hope you do the same

–

The wind, the stars affirm my dreams

Of wanting and

reuniting with you

In an astral plain just like this

Where touch and embrace

Is but a soothing comfort

How many times must i come back?

Trips to the ends of time

Flight to the furthest of the watchers

How many times?

Tell me love, give me a sign

One i can remember

Two, that I may write on my soul

To not forget lightly

This merry ground has been exhausting

How many times can i say?

Our love is one of bone shedding

Soul bending, twisting

that itch that never goes

In parallel times or not

–

How many times must i try?

I guess till you say the same

“One more time”

and then i will finally stop

Hands Up

I used to pray for my older days

Now, I’m older praying for my better days

The skies tell my future

Stars and planets

One speck dancing on the moon

Body moving, swimming in my memories

Cold nights, iced heart

Hold on, hold me

I used to say

Love submerged

Deep in the tangle

Belief sinking away

Writing, my only power

I fall,

My words raise me back up

I used to pray for my older days

Now, I’m older praying what is to come

In The Flesh

Angels sing to me

The devil, sweetest tone

Doves fly overhead

Thorns sit on my head

One day I curse out

Other times I speak peace

Led by the days that come

My place in the world

bigger than me

The skies hold me

Visions of tomorrow I dream

The present bringing questions

Dark rivers run over

Swimming in red waters

Body heavy, toil taken

Spirits of my ancestors bring me up

Out onto the laid path

Reflections I see

The beauty in the madness