Caught in the remote winds, carrying sails through deserted graves, A place where once crawled with lost souls now lost from the emptiness.The thumbing echoes of my heartbeat resounds like a rock music concertsplit between hard and soft.The strings that held us together,breaking from the weight of our mistrustsand the warmth we created with our… Continue reading Echoes of pain.
A soul,so beat to its foul,broken and diminished,like withered leaves left to give back to the soil that birthed it. In the space between,a voice in the void cries,to the spirits that roams the realms.In hope of another chance,to rise and dance with the stars. Yet all sonic fades with time So it roams,listening for… Continue reading The dancing silence
This land has become quiet, like the East-lands, where ghosts resides, yet one can hear the welcoming silence, humming through the mountaintops, down to the valley. Nothing is heard, only the cobwebs like ropes, that holds you, begging for you to stay to camp the night away. That loneliness draws out the joy in you,… Continue reading DARK SMOKE
We will all die, everyone that we have looked at, facing or sideways, touched or conversed with or forgotten. We will die one by one, frankly, of this great impossible that is death. The black color of my dog will die too, the white color of your voice, the hollow color of this day. And meanwhile we will… Continue reading WE WILL ALL DIE
Ancient cries still floating between things, like algae of sound, caught in the aerial shores of my thought. Then the centuries dissolve like crystals of oblivion and I am again the first man working his stitch through the foam groping for footing among the bitter shuttles that are weaving the mass of night.… Continue reading ANCIENT CRIES