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Freedom!

For freedom's torn and tattered wings
I'd give the ransom of a king
I'd offer all to walk away
and sing it's song for just one day
To move again, among the crowds
without the fear that rings aloud
The anxiety of reproach no more
in view of heavens open door

Waiting

I loved you my whole life
With all of me
And I'll keep loving you
Even with all this agony and pain
And I'll wait for you until
The stars fade
The rivers turn dry
And the mountains crumble into dust
The sun refuses to shine
The moon loses its glow
The universe goes dark
I'll wait for you
Until the last breath escapes me

Sunset

The sunset is beautiful
Isn't it
Such mesmerising and divine thing
That can take your breath away
Such gorgeous colors
Such a lovely view
But it will end soon
It has to end
It's meant to be like that
And i have to be aware of that

I forgive!

Soaring above the clouds of conceit
searching for some sort of spiritual relief
seeking a mantra to suit my own time
something impressive to placate my mind
to give my heart meaning, as I address
the questions that seem to so heavily press
words slowly form upon my lips
fluently pass from the inner abyss
into a notion so sublime and true
that allow me to say that I forgive you!

By Tooth Fairy Rules

A boxing punch knocked out my tooth
When brother jabbed me with a blow;
In grief, he said that I’d be rich,
If tooth was left in my pillow.

At home I showed my Mom the gap,
With baby tooth in hand from punch;
Then with a hug, she shared with me
About the tooth fairy at lunch.

That night I tucked my tooth in sham,
Then dreamt of piles and piles of cash;
But when I woke and found no dough,
I ran to mother in a dash.

Black feeling

Being. Red and misunderstood. And, what?
Does it hurt? To be.
A lover.

FRANK

In February of 41 promotion came his way,
His wife received a telegram the words on it did say:
Confirmed, Commissioned PFO,
Pilot Flying Officer to you.
Just 28 a wife and child
With hopes of a future new.

My Gold

In whom I spent my old days and nights,
Who rocked me in my cradle;
And fed my pretty mouth with a spoon,
Did weep while I should weep.
How much will I pay
For the pain you’ve taken for me?

Who worked that jumper to keep me warm;
Treated me with diffidence and respect,
Her healthy arms always be my stay,
And always admired my prudent face that filled with laughter.
How much will I pay
For the pains you’ve taken for me?

Lie

My words
They started bleeding
They are falling apart
And I'm no different than my words
My world is getting shattered
Just like my heart
Fractured
And was that world a lie?
Was it all useless?
Was it all wasted?
Was i a fool
For you?

Have faith and believe!

Where do you go
and what do you do.
When you've lost
the desire to have faith?
When you feel
that your suffering
has taken you past
God's power
to succor and save.
When the friend you once knew,
stands with open arms
and you just want
to walk away.
Do you myopically assume
that your way is right.
Digging your grave
in the middle of the night.
Is heaven too much
of a leap to make
in your present disorderly state
or is it anger

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