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Crystal Sky: Rare Twilight Sky Phenomenon

5 PM, November 17, 2078.
A celestial beautiful phenomenon
Many crystals appear in the sky
People call it Crystal Sky

The last time crystal sky was seen
And the last time we met
Unfortunetly i lost your number
Do you still remember me?

Do you still have my number?
If you do, why didn't you contact me?
I'm curious what you're doing now
Are you playing with your cat Tera now?

We're Almost There For It

"Where do dreams hide?"Once asked my child
"Behind the stars, I've always replied."
"The dreams hide, where stars reside."
" Once asked my child, where do dreams hide."

Where dreams reside, there shines a light,
With few brave steps , the way we'll find
Let's find the way where stars shine bright
There shines a light where dreams reside.

Love Me Painfully

I want you to love me painfully.
I want your throat raw after screaming you love me.
I want your heart bloody with all the love it pumps out.
I want your bones aching when I’m not there for you to hold.

I want you to love me painfully
Because that is how I will love you.
I will bandage you up
And kiss your scars
And love you gently.

Colours

Green is the colour
Of the deep dark sea
Blue is the feeling
Deep within me

Red is the colour
Of the red sky at night
Yellow is the colour
Of the sun so bright

Black is the colour
Of a cave, deep and dark
Brown is the colour
Of an old trees bark

Grey is the colour
Of the socks I have on
One day these colours
In my heart will belong

Ha! Ha! Ha!
They're laughing at me
So I'll keep on thinking
Of trying to be free

Hope

When you smile,
Mighty darkness
Has an urge to confess.

Your smile turns fears,
Into exiled prisoners
That are banished for years.

The sound of your laughter
Beckons sadness to dream
Of a tomorrow free of disaster.

Are you real? I daringly ask,
In a world where joy
Is sold as a jester’s mask.

In a world filled with gloom,
There is your soul that makes
Spring flowers bloom.

You show hate is no king,
Just another fool,
With a bite that doesn’t sting.

An Hypothesis Of Life

Existent In The Moment, A Time Of Familiar Reckoning,
Universal Brothers And Sisters, As To Our First Breath, Souls Awakening,

Of Footprints Duly Followed, Achievements Forever Welcoming,
Possessions Widely Scattered, A Reflection Of Sin's Recounting ,

This Gift Of Immaculate Blessing, To Reconciliation Forever Recounting,
A Divinity Cycle Of Endless Recurring, Our Ultimate Resignation,
The Twilight Then Beckoning.

Blackberry Winter

It’s the end of April…
Spring awakens after it’s long winter rest
The sun glistens between the fresh leaves on the trees
The birds sing once more
And the days last longer

Blackberry Winter stops by for a visit
Reviving the barren bushes
As the berries begin to blossom,
I am reminded…
Just as the weather and plants change
With every new season,
I must do the same.

Hug

This could be us
Merged with the wine in the glass
Out there was a storm
Our house was torn
Water from ceiling was dripping
So as my will for life weeping
You came out of the dark
Leaving me without life spark
Senseless
Speechless
Numb
Craving for the last hug

Earth Day April 22nd 2024

I lament bidding Gaia's creatures adieu,
an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus
if not Horton Hears Hoo

Ready for Heaven!

You can take it or leave it
a heaven or hell.
You're living in them now
as you can surely tell.
Believe in demons,
the devil as well!
Believe that Jesus saves
and that Adam fell?
We all make mistakes,
Judas Iscariot as well!
Our myopic perspectives
have caught us under a spell.
for did not God himself say
that ye are gods,
and the children of the most high?
divinity in embryo,
what do you think, can you tell?
As long as your willing
to push through the swell.

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