Creating your own space
The access to stored memories
A market is still a market at night
The add on flows
Washing past your eyes
The money makers sing
While you put a thousand plus
They make a thousand more
Ironic, in the sense that
The joint is there for the union
What you want, you go finding
Money or Acceptance
Balanced maybe
So I will go with the other
To survive
My gift will be both
Prophetic, yet
Just an ordinary vision lasting longer than most
Tag Archives: Writing
Act III: The struggles of the fallen
The days we have come to know
The ends we have come to meet
The anger we have grown to recollect
Hunger is real
A gift to use
“The pain is harsh,” said the sun
Sahara burns hot
But, the people keep on walking
Your time in the day
Act VII: Lots of Love
Giving dreams from the rainy season
The pinky feelings
Cards of roses
Shoes of Dorothy
Flying to switch the left-over
A new start
“To stay and remain,” I say.
“You break, you pay,” she whispered.
The life of a key master
The drop then liftoff
Hardened ground
The place none go to
The space in mind
The chair of peace
Alright and Calm
Accustomed to the descending height
The moment where the words flow
Like tears or merriness
The clicks of likes
The space of replies
You know
The crowd might be tightening
But,
The smiles here are bright
Your zone of endearment
A New Element
The end is here
Redemption peeps
Nights of wasted right
The artist with a dream
After all the sins have been laid
The world becomes you
The ability to forgive
Rock bottom in direction
In Night, or out of prison
Forth cometh that soul you dreamt of
Never fear
The heart of gold has melted
The End
All crashing
The crumbling of life
The failure of man
Searching higher
Always forgetting
The mellows of yellow
Painted like orange
A blast, too far
The smirk from those without tongues
End is coming, they say
Maybe for you, I say
A while ago, I write
tears from gold
The intoxicating stares from emerald
Just as the doctor ordered
Luxury from up high
The towers I mean
Water made pristine
Purified souls
Glorified meat
The burden of sacrifice
Excellence from drive-offs
The smokes brought forth
The carriage made of tender
Wall of fire
All that we lost, they found
All that I found, I spoke
All that was seen, I write
Unholy Package
Online to connect
Maybe for acceptance
The tale goes longer
Always seeking to reach
The pen that fell on soil
The cloud that accepted
Criticism always frowned on
The new world is near you
The old parting away
The touch is you
The slap is dense
Worry not,
Sip, and rage on the forum of blank whites
here and there
Often too serious
The deeper it gets, the duller it reads
Sometimes, that is
The meaning remains
The reader counts loss
The flow never fluctuating
Though, the view is beautiful
Acceptance was never fully regained
Berry Henny
Been a while
Since the word became a message
In shame
All the same
Before turns to after
No later than the time I started
Empty credits
Empty Zeros
Over drafted paper bags
Crack the purpose
Never looking into a mirror
Always down into the river of wine and sorrow
Stressful society begs and pleads
She lost, now he wants
Mine is mine
All I have is ink and sweat
