HALLS OF AMENTI :1
My Kingdom is clear of books
poetry, coins
My Kingdom is clear of colour
just Me on my Throne
giving Commandments
exuding Light
My Kingdom is a room or a freckle
......
What a love?
Today love
dead on ego
what a love
today love
broken to heart
what a love
today love
waiting with seashore
what a love?
......
suns for kisses, kisses to mars
mars on the moon, he misses stars
stars are dead, dead in our hearts
hearts weary and broken, broken by our mars.
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
In the shadow’s veil, beauty lay concealed
Unseen by those who walk the hurried way
The moonlight whispers secrets softly sealed
While shadows dance, the night turns pale and gray
A fragile bloom awaits the dawn's embrace
Its petals cloaked in night’s cold, tender shroud
Yet beauty thrives in such a quiet place
A truth unveiled when hearts no longer cloud
......
HALLS OF AMENTI :1
My Kingdom is clear of books
poetry, coins
My Kingdom is clear of colour
just Me on my Throne
giving Commandments
exuding Light
My Kingdom is a room or a freckle
......
In the shadow’s veil, beauty lay concealed
Unseen by those who walk the hurried way
The moonlight whispers secrets softly sealed
While shadows dance, the night turns pale and gray
A fragile bloom awaits the dawn's embrace
Its petals cloaked in night’s cold, tender shroud
Yet beauty thrives in such a quiet place
A truth unveiled when hearts no longer cloud
......
If monsters have mouths
Then what do they spout?
Is it truth that rebounds
Through their teeth?
If monsters have lungs
That means that they've sung
All the songs that one hears
In the deep.
......
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
suns for kisses, kisses to mars
mars on the moon, he misses stars
stars are dead, dead in our hearts
hearts weary and broken, broken by our mars.