Lost Love
Tag / mental health
Life Force
Holding my hand onto the chest
grabbing at the beat,
closing my eyes
to place a palm face down to the ground,
I send to you a wave of comfort
vibrating to your soul,
Un-tying the mind
of loneliness and hunger,
I shall remain silent,
where I’m knelt,
Embracing the knowledge from the earth
that when your heart skips,
to a sound of warmth and compassion
my gift has been felt
Love in Crazy
Love in Crazy
The heart rendered like a king
Tall, stout and impressive
Evaporating all like a sponge
Past, present, resoundingly obsessive
With each new wave the strings get taunt
Feeling loose, but always holds
A break can be repaired
Or just a myth, that,s been re-told
Eye connections are real
The soul gets mystified
One Love, one other heart to feel
No more can be justified
A timeless lone night lays deep
Coupling and souling a must
Or forever be left in eternal limbo
Heart and mind turning to dust
Running parallel, so very close
A touch sickly, like a vertigo ride
Hearing and speech become an echo
In and out, rythmn of the tide
Is this truth, or is it false?
Love and anguish, my mind they share
Working through, but by default
In both worlds, I have to bare.
Found in the corner
A Human shape of dark gold,
picture of a fallen angel,
Though out of tears of humanity
comes beauty,
A Stage where the devil danced
sits a heart full of romance,
Skin cold to the touch,
narrow eyes say so much,
Demons plead to vanity
betraying oneself through insanity,
rages of a daggers thrust,
again, never be able to trust
Left at the bottom starved of humanity,
begging loud for sanity,
Mouth drying for life of hunger
physically harming to creep from slumber,
A soul of sugar succumbed to salt,
guilt embedded, self always at fault
Be the soul that Holds the hand
to Lift the person from the ground,
Acknowledge those Deep Blue eyes of fright,
buried inside hides a light
Shadows
Though I run
And try to flee
Shadows of the past
Catches up to me
Autumn
The time of year
Where the leaves
Escape the claws
Reaching out from the trees
Rainy Days
Though we’re a great distance,
I sense and feel your pain,
So I send some hope up to the sky,
To wash down with the rain
Clouds act as a messenger,
The grey indicates the start,
Of little drops of cheer
That will help an aching heart
So next time there’s a storm,
And you get soaked to the skin,
Remember the hope I sent,
That will heal you from within.
