October 21, 2009

    • ™Deyja of the omens™

      ©K.R.N©


    Wait till the days are older the fire will be bolder fore the hay has turned to golden orange suns of dreams stars of seeds laying in wait

    telling to truth of truths is a fever

    whatever the truth of truths may be

    the flies swirl around the decay

    of those before us

    who sought

    to quell

    this

    thirst

    called

    answers

    fore knowledge

    does not always offer any

    answers one is seeking

    fore the questions

    are so narrow

    they board

    the infinite

    ship of night's

    gaze in stars

    it is a wretched

    fate that is spun

    from flesh

    *

    closing the mind

    when the lights are dimming

    as swinging doors flicker

    stumbling we go

    forth in search

    for a place

    we once came from

    as the dawn races us

    to the threshold

    of a place

    called

    home

    yet the road winds us

    as each limb makes up its mind

    to go the wrong way from the others

    in an roundabout way

    time closes the ends

    like windows

    when the rain pours

    muddying flesh

    to spiral

    hinging

    with carbon stories

    dreams&loves

    freedom

    bound

    to mor

    more

    mortal

    shoes

    taking

    the steps

    of the god view

    alone

    *

    I have been waiting so long to be whole with you

    yet the more it lingers in my mind the more unkind it appears

    to lay such truths against your door when all you wanted was a moment

    to paint the clouds green and the ground a vivid red clay to mold

    there is a storm within me..and eye hate that eye feel it

    not cos eye fear it or loath it but cos I thought eye was above such voids

    to see how flawed eye really am is a love hate relationship

    it gains me the knowledge yet does not offer an answer