™Deyja of the omens™

the less of a price

there is to pay

the more eye am likely

to leap freely

the less of myself

eye have to pay up front

the more of me they will get

fore eye dislike the idea

of a standard to

giving......

*

people tell me life is up

that it is all about moving forward

that we stall not cos the G.O.D

does not forgive our mistakes

but rather cos.....

we do not forgive

ourselves..........

to these clever people

I say to them this truth

some sins can't be dressed up

cleaned UP or even made up

they exist within the core

fore how ever many

life times said

core has

been

“a witness too”

this the price

when one willingly

knowingly wantingly

walks into empathy

rather than

just

apathy

to seek

the sensation

of another's flesh

carries such

a wider

toll

when one

applies

life

with nothing

but ones

&

zeros

*

• ™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

wouldn't it be great if i was normal for once....yet i know i will always fail at being normal...its just not in the cards for me.....though i am not without trying or trying on others...what else can compares to me but BLUNT object trauma hehe for those who get it

- - r.Oo e.thos m.Oo - -

the journey eye know

lies here in this space

between tables

&

chairs

which

are drawn

from clouds

penned

from

our names

as we drift

dreaming

of trees

with

homes

on an island

of our own

to grow

willows

&

apples

dragonfruits

&

yes even

durian

or just

simply

grass

to watch

them sway

to the breeze

of our thoughts

reverse it

&

have the grass watch

as we sway from

its thoughts

as well

&

one can sea

why eye

linger

with

these

moments

facing

modern

magic

mirrors

mused

over

each

stone

we have

turned

here

on

this

island

painted

with songs

of evey

&

.

.

.

.

a

• ™Deyja of the omens™

  ©K.R.N©

the river of life

a mystery at every turn

yet always this familiar

sense of being...

as if attached

to a cord

eye

can not

label

with

zeros

&

ones

• ™Deyja of the omens™

  ©K.R.N©

Why is this thus? What is the reason for this thusness? - Artemus Ward

thus is what is and what thus is should be,...as for the reason it should appear to one to question why they asked before they are late...as in the late- me

dragon tamer

the roar of the heart

beating back the shroud

that is called white fear

as our grasp tighten

knuckles pale

as the rider

that approaches

the grim

of this truth

hinges on

the lips

like words unspoken

magic wished into

existence

*

nine clouds of grace

nine clouds of fury

nine clouds of life

nine clouds of death

nine clouds of fear

nine clouds of desire

nine clouds of sense

nine clouds of stone

nine clouds of flesh

nine clouds open

nine clouds

 

weeping the rain falls

as the joy of mourning

dawns over my eyes

i will be back in five weeks going home to see my family.....will miss you all =)

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