QUILLING SILENCE

Wherefrom will I compose verses
suturing ridges on distant planets

I know the distance in light years
Where your dominance reign in swirls

Wherefrom will I thrust my lunge
Shoving thy eternal strength

I know brighter Suns and  hoary Moons
Hovering longer days and darker nights

Wherefrom will I gather deeds
Quilling silence page by page

I know the flurry of unkempt desire
Storming mountains and the skies

Wherefrom will I dab thy paint
Smudging heart reveals thy form

TIMID HOPE

Poor of timid hope
Pavement man sleeps.
Screeching wheels run,
Heeding unkempt dreams.
Hark!
There the modern man, sprint.

What race is this,
Poverty plough veins
In hunger and disease, and
Plenty play Venus.
Hark!
There the modern man, rot.

LOST HOPE

I scare to get close,
but I hate being alone.
I lost all the hope,
to not feel at all.

Higher I get,
The lower i sink.
I can't drown my  demons
They know how to swim.

I am burning down,
every bridge we made.
I m bleeding out,
every words for I prayed