Shadows sways in the wind

The noose tightens
Oxygen restricted
The last sunset takes hold
A rain over cast day
Some how poetic irony

Broken heart
Broken dreams
Broken lullaby

The cowboy know
Reality has a harsh humour
Even in the last second
Hope lingers like dew
Moist on the morning

Laughter and tears
Smiles and regard
There should be more

Hanging in air
Inches above the ground
Lost between here and there
There is a voice
Telling a stories

I am sorry
For this and that
But mostly for not being more

The noose is cut
The man is lowered
Waiting to be taken home
Answers that never mattered
Questions with little empathy

Broken heart
I am sorry
Broken dreams
For this and that
Broken  lullabies
Not being more

The sun sets
Just another ordinary day
Cloudy with intermittent showers
Poetic justification looms
There is silence

Watching the stars cry

Two minutes to silence
Two minutes to sleep
Five minutes before the end

A single kiss that changed the world
Nothing will be the same again
Tired of this game
Thought about it for a long time
Waiting for it
Fifteen days pass time
Watching the sun rise
One last time

Two minutes to silence
Two minutes to sleep
Five minutes before the end

A single kiss that changed my mind
Nothing will be he same again
Tired of waiting
Life has moved on
Miss you like tomorrow
Miss what you were
I am so sorry
Watching the sun sun set
One last time

Two minutes to silence
Two minutes to sleep
Five minutes before the end

A single kiss that changed it all
Watching the stars cry
August is not the same
Cypress in two time zones
Been back only once
Missing who you could have been
Racing through life
In the fast lane
Racing to get back to you
Only for the sudden stop

Two minutes to silence
Two minutes to sleep
Five minutes before the end

Watching the stars cry
As the darkness slowly turns to red
Twisting in the wind
The wind kisses my face
Tears dry on my face
Salty I am sure
The breeze carries the sound of waves
August is never the same
Two minutes to sleep
Two minutes to silence

Life gets in the way

We make plans

We are alive

We all have dreams

Life gets in the way

We make plans

We are alive

we all have dreams

We are not meant to be alone

Damaged hearts can be mended 

A fly walks on the screen

Distracting from the dialog

Hope you find happiness

Sweet dreams

Damaged hearts can be mended

No matter how damaged

Some words hurt 

Not the words so much as truth they hold

We all have plans in this life

But sometimes stuff gets in the way

Dreams are a reminder of broken promises 

We weren't meant to be alone

Watching the suffering

Prolonging the enviable

Moments that make the pain bearable

Hanging on to each

Trying to make them last

karma gloats

Taunting fate

Mocking reality

Living just to pass

Chronic agony

Yet it could be worse

Tired of all the fake

Teasing insanity

You came into my life

Thought for a time

That you could be my happy

Yet I was wrong

What is new

Is old again

Then you were gone

Thought I was happy

But I was wrong

Mocking fate

Teasing destiny

Taunting insanity

Chronic agony

Tired of this fate reality

Yet it could be worse

You came into my life

Yet I was wrong

Living to pass

In this place to forget

Karma gloats

Time and regret

Time and regret
Changes things
Some lies are good for the soul
Telling the ones that are
Is a magical thing
Some people need to hate
Eating at their being
Giving them something
Something to live for
When the hate is gone
There is nothing
Some people strive and thrive in drama
Living between the yin and yang
Karma has a vanity
Time makes life look different
No matter the context
Raining insanity
Tired of this masquerade

Decietful Few

A honest man in dishonest world

True to the deceitful few

Never know where you will find home

On the edge of shadow

Where the motion talks

Staring at the moon through the leaves

Walking the beach in solitude

The deceit never stops hurting

Now I understand

Drowning in discontent

Every one lies

Reliving the past in your own mind

A honesty man in a deceitful time

True to the dishonest few

Never know where to find home

On the edge between darkness and light

In the shadows

Where solitude has a voice

Walking in sand under moon light

The truth is an illusion hiding in allegory

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