One step away from the edge
as I surrender my will to thee.
One last wish awaits my soul
as I seek for me,
while life beholds my stream,
I see my strength rising free.
let me be what I cannot be
as I am afraid I use my tongue
to be careless and speak to plea;
“as words cures through time,
they foresee our loving tree.
Within the beginning of time,
we run towards the sea.”
May I forgive myself?
As I am one step away from the edge
within my hearts key…
Let me be without the rising soul
for I start with a story to tell;
“Mother, I ask thee to hold my hand
as I am afraid of the darkness without lightning spell.”
Guide me throughout earth to whereas
the ohms of the night speak with me.
To linger with my thoughts
I ask thee for one opportunity;
“To be one.” as I close my eyes and smell the sea.
Let me be,
as hope clears into ashes,
the one of absentee.
Let me catch you
while I reach out my hand,
as they taught us
about the beauty within the promise land.
I Seek for validation in you
with an eye away.
To withhold me from sinner’s rose
I speak of no devil’s sway.
Let us melt into one
prayer of hymn. While I seek
for my words,
the unspoken thoughts,
they keep me away from dawn.
To share hope of light
with mother’s delight, we speak of no black swan.
Oh’ let me be spoken loud,
As they have fought
they will conquer us proud.
Part 3 (To be continued)
From moon ashes to stardust
this is where it all began
a battle fought within our hearts
as we departure to the rising spirits
they seal our lips from the unsolved.
A World’s freedom away from
frightening thoughts that behold us
within the dusk off nothingness which
breaches our strength
in a dawn of a new time of being involved.
Part 3 (To be continued)
I Wait and seek for my words
as they come not easily I’m afraid to show
you my pain within.
To whittle and linger,
I wait for the time of right
as they feel like thoughts of sin.
My precious desire of beauty
I prolong thee as I’m a misfit
whom is terrified so easily thin.
For I have been,
to believe from the begin,
there should not be these words under my skin.
To hear while I wait I seek not for my enemy
as they enclose my soul
they reach for my mind, but to only be known for when.
To walk down the lane
while feeling stuck in a reality
I have no resemblance of this beauty
as I feel with no doubt the fantasy.
To catch my freedom
I have to give you my gravity
as I’m nothing more
that beholds my sanity.
I want to be free,
I want you to be gone,
as I can’t think,
or even feel any sympathy
for the beauty of your eyes truly see.
To walk down the lane,
Stuck, In a reality of this madness in me.
Milady, would you be,
as I dare to say,
my swimming soul down the sea.
Was I a fiction in your mind….?
To be held by your thoughts
you have seen me blind.
I Took care of you as we weren’t touching our souls
that got lost in translation being unsigned.
I Was the hope while you eloped
and in sight of beauty we bind.
You saw my soul,
you held my heart,
yet I felt being declined.
As I was miserable for time
I left the world behind.
To have wishes of three I seek for my loving mystery
without you in twined.
This is what I do to keep my faith,
as I strongly submit to the raising praise.
“I have my fingers crossed between my eyes.
free with hope
as I seek for the skies.
unlimited beauty awaits
for us, you and I, to disguise.”
Let me begin;
As I whittle with my tongue
to have this story told by thee,
To follow the stream in my heart for this,
as it started with a breeze kiss
on the lips,
I reckon my heart for you to miss.
Mother, do please define our shine!
All I ask for,
to grasp for a sign. To wander within
our stream of faith
as we follow our bloodline.
Through the winds I follow my stream
as I close my eyes and “feel” the soft breeze
I remain calm with the beauty in my dream.
To hear my thoughts fall down from the sky
As I whisper with my lips for a scream.
“I can not talk,
I can not think,
I can not pray,
as I capre diem.”
He who hears my word
therefore all grant my moon
as I begin my search within my heartbeat tune.
I’m one of the few in a madding crowd,
as they pour their eyes on me
I shake my head out within the cloud.
To not trust me by sight, but feel the relent
of sacred night.
As I speak not for al;
I have my words not spoken loud.
For this I’m not proud.
You see, the agony that I feel from within
has me cornered in frighten spring.
For I am not with the few
I scream with my soul for you to bow
as I am less I have my thoughts avowed.