on a fresh dug grave…
and the mouth of the soul
prays in unknown tongues,
that the body inhabits.
stars, but the reflection,
of love dressed in hunger.
i wait beneath the willow,
thankful for the rain!
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when we sit numbly staring
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i dont like the feeling,
the taste of‘you dont love me, but’i keep grasping shadowsthat leave empty burnson my fingertipsdrinking from an empty cupwaiting on the light,darkness, or a falling star.memory is a vengeful lover!
being on a spiritual journey
commitment to a human journey.you can’t be aloof andfind ‘God’, enlightenment,or the inner self.the fire is foundin the deepest night;but the hands of Godare human.they are yours!