Salvation Tree

I marked the tree which saved you.

But not like you marked the tree that day.

It's trunk stopped your momentum.

It's size caught your soul.

Alas, your new life began with that bark!

And Death was left behind as you walked away unscratched.

Bless these memories that haunt you.

These flashbacks will always remain.

For that tree gave you something, that you will never forget...

The chance to die another day.

My Firefly

Foreign days with sunless sunsets,
Oh pity, the sunrises too early to catch.

Eternal waves dance to the rhythm of the spirals,
Traces left behind by your butterflies...

The only joy in watching the tainted sky turn black,
Is knowing you will dance tonight...

My firefly...

Pace yourself, the beats come one after the other,
And yet the melody never ends.
Flowers and circles race past my eyes,
Your grace signed with a smile...

Black dressing, pale skin, burning lights...
It is the fire that runs through the night.

A dark grin masked by wanton innocence.

A kiss from a firefly...

How Did You Know

Did you know that I still remember?
Did you know that I can't forget?
Did you know...
Did you know...

How far back can fear go...
How lonely can one fall...
How empty this room fells...
How empty...

Did you know you have no name?
Did you know I can't recall?
Did you know...
Did you know...

How easy I fool myself...
How straight is the way to hell...
How slow minutes crawl...
How slow...
How slow...

Just Open Your Eyes

Things that can't be, should not be.

Expectation can derive from so much,
And hatred but a step away.

However, no fault can one have in dreaming.
No sense of loss either.

Success nor goals can quantify your will,
For their eyes will see nothing but what they are told to see.

Do not try to name it.
Do not try to earn it.

Things that can't be, should not be.

Even as lies flow from one mouth to another,
The intention transformed from higher,
Lacks the honest and faithful reason.
And this...
Cannot be ignored.

I shall not fight against it.
I will not break my will against it.
But this will take no more here on.
The wind breaks the tree when it's ready to die,
Not before.

Things that can't be, should not be.

Knowing is more than enough for me.
So enjoy your vastness and all glory that comes with it.
As the path to the spotlight is not the one you foretell.
Striving for your recognition has come to an end.

I have grown as much as I could here.
This box fits me no more.

Not the first, nor the last.

Things that can't be...
Simply...
Should not be.

Down with the Flow

Where would such tears go,
If not down river
Where souls end up?

Few are the days I've not tried.
But restless torments break easily.
My road should not deviate...

If for any reason but it's own.

So flow down.
And then...
Rise.

Mining for Dreams

Certainty declared in your face
of how the final act shall begin.

Relative is the theory:
Pain and thought.

For what could become the beginning
Is now the end.

You brought so much into this path,
And even saw the breaking that would cause.

Who could had been more wrong,
The miner or the mine?

Fool's gold will always shine,
So I leave you to dream alone.

Perplexed to what had happened.
Anxious of what went wrong.

It was that story I created...
With no intention but to adore.

In that story I abandoned...
With no intention to uphold.

At least you'll have your gold.
At least you'll get the memory.

But as far as it goes,
The pick is broken and the cart is gone.

The old miner is no more.

Fell into a Conversation

It's been a long day,
For no shine through my window came.

Deep inside this hollow shell...
No wanton rest laid.

I am the tallest of the hive,
But I feel not over the wall which I must climb.

Truth be told, there is much to cover...
There is much to shoulder...

Harmonics

And I will play,
Even after death.
Let my corpse be buried
And my notes...

They shall remain.

A Thought

Every dark hour has a reason

Understanding is our choice
Accepting is our challenge

Angel Fire

Have you ever believed you met an angel?
It was something just like that...
But it was a devil.

As a matter of fact, it was several devils.

This is that story...

Assaulted by promises of good time past,
Something no mortal can deny,
We followed the tail of an undetermined clan.
And yes, more than one easily got dragged.

Eaten, bitten and weakened,
The night drained away our sorrows.
Transformed into what the embrace of darkness wished,
We stalked the shadows, we danced the rhythms.
But most importantly, we drank our echoes.

Now we hold another truth.
One so different from the first.

Just like when you meet that damned angel,
Who turned out to be nothing but a sweet devil.