A scar on my Heart

I feel the tears on my heart
As it sips into the scar on my heart
The scar is old on my heart
I don't mind the cut on my heart

Once in that spot on my heart
Stood a rose whose seed fell on the soil of heart
Its roots implanted themselves in the veins of my heart 
The rose was ripped from my heart

For there's a scar on my heart
I don't hate the tears on my heart
I don't dislike the scar on my heart
For they tell me you were here.

Sublime Innocence Enchanted

Sublime innocence enchanted
A heart of silk and feathers
Flaunt the Mind with rhythmic melodies
Bewildered-the anxious beckoning of dreams
Shrouded in fear so perplexed
It's film coated and coarse

Yet sublime innocence enchanted
Hearts of silk and feathers
Soft soothing to the touch
Yet metallic in its strength
Grinds the Mind with rhythmic melodies
Bewildered- anxiousness flitting of dreams
Into shadows dissipate
Sublime innocence enchanted.

Things of the Mind

In the spirit of things

There live the truth

Kindred spirit kindred bond

Lost for lovers song

Clad in shades of red

Beauty of the rainbow

Beauty of the mind

Its freedom to dream

Desolate lover’s dream

Fertile goes the mind

For in dreams, dreams fulfilled

When love flies beyond the gaze.  

You Inspire Me

I am inspired by shades of red and blue and green and grey

By the wind I am inspired

By love long lost I am inspired

I am inspired by things unsaid

By things unknown I am inspired

By things unseen I am inspired

I am inspired by things I dare to forget

By things I dare to dream I am inspired

By things I dare no dream I am inspired

I am inspired by the sky, the moon, the stars and the sun

By the clouds I am inspired

By the gentle breeze and the falling leave I am inspired

I am inspired by your presence and your absence

By your smile and you tear I am inspired

By your silence and your shouts I am inspired

I am inspired by the breath you take

By the love you give I am inspired

By being you I am inspired

Yes, you inspire me. 

Paradox of the living

Flames of rage and inferno rising
Ghosts of angels consuming
The filth spun by greed and lust
Infestations of lands holy
Spinning lies once truth held

Faith the monster of spiritual guile
In worship of congregated saints
Sinners preachers' hate
Yet love the heavens foe
Riches the righteous' quest

For in poverty the rich are poor yet the poor are rich
Heirs are a eunuchs offspring
The castrated have born seeds
For they shall sustain generations of ghostly saints

The paradox of baffling stupidity.
In earnest the poor are poor the rich are rich
Barren truth is barren offspring spun