Wine From The Cask

A wish fluttered in my heart,

A desire soon to be fulfilled.

There's a grace she carries in her beauty,

They belong in the heart, in the superior guild.

I look into her heart,

The beauty I read gave me realization;

A fine lady, with warmth and good at the core,

Covering no picture of physical description.

Her beauty taught me what eyes are,

And the words that create a poem;

The story is engraved and made immortal,

Unfurling untold takes in an exquisite rhythm.

Unwittingly intoxicating,

Words pour out like wine from a wooden cask.

Drunk on stories and high on poems,

I fall on her lap with a million stars to dusk.

Leaking and dropping,

It fell on me, feeding me peaceful sleep.

I drowned, died, and was resurrected;

I was dragged to a side unfathomably deep.

Bright like a crowns smile,

The charm turned my world around.

In it, grey sky spoke of her fair face and soft hands,

Rain spoke of the happiness we both found.

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Silent the Monster

The clock strikes the time but you are still awake, Thinking & thinking about the day that awaits. Where you stand on the bridge in stillness & fear, For the monstrous scream that driven you here. Beneath you is a murky firth, between the two ends complain, The oceans you spun and you must sail strong. Your mind would be against to sail, But your heart should tell you to prevail. To be stronger but lighter than ever again. Hold on for the euphoric, Endured to conflate the numb prosaic. Silent the monster’s scream, To shine through the cold & dark dream. Triumph the battle over mysterious pain, Because there will be sunshine, no more rain. You can run away from the tears, Through the laughter of loved ones you must hear. You have all the right! And it is how the wounded souls bright. Cycle the storm until you drown, Push the thought of suicide away & and put the knife down. ---------------------------------------------...

To The Fossil

Time could carry weight to the cemetery, To the graves full of lonely blistery bones, To the soil of sinking skin and thirsty blood, To the blathering heart hitting through the tunnel. If death is charitable and there it is early, We will conk to earth some fragrant night, Taking these lanes to be mossbacked to a fossil, And shall be happy for the dead reality. If we lose ourselves tonight, we will be dead inside; If we build the hate in mind, we will be extinct from kind; If we carry the grudge in heart, we will be a roiled hearth; If we kill ourselves behind, we will be the lost fossil in the wild.

Above The Empire

Onliest man who lay hands on self and figure fingers on behalf; With the fore and middle knuckled on the cheekbone; Is the god of thoughts, with a blade on my throat? Is it most of you, but, not always me? To get right I come to you; When I'm finna interview. When I'm finna party. When I must stunt, I come to you- So sometimes it's me the Lionheart, face like stones, Except when you are woebegone. Sometimes it's you who battles the whole hour, But I line up the empire. No matter how dark the eyes shrink and how the skin to the brink. No matter how soft my body or how many eyes find it and peel, When I walk in destiny, I am all above the empire.

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