Kind Summer Years

A Thanksgiving Inspired Scribble

Days fallen in splashes of ye fine core’s desire

Bequeath thy will with a luring spur to veil all dire,

Sunken with loud chuckles thy spirit pleads with a sublime smile.

Hazy sunlight hours impel an ambiance to revive life without wile,

The Innate scent of angelic allure brings thee elation of pure will.

A dive into an unending ecstasy of time

Is the zephyr that will guide thee home.

Moments glazed with heavenly tonic,

Mornings blessed with fine blue skies

Be'st the charming times of deity’s gift.

A glimmering warmth casts its lunar spell,

Sudden, like thunder its quintessence embraces thee,

Infinite sunlight sparkle like honey in inborn radiance,

Sweet is the savor of its unscathed beauty...

Thou beest untouched by its hands equates

Being forsaken by the gods of sun.

Ripples of colorful passions,

Flecked highs and lows,

Funneled thy wondrous emotions

Through the thickness of life’s fog,

If I hast one wish...

It would befit to relive thy benevolent years of glee.

The Moment

When you learn that you can not fly,
And that the truth was all a lie,
When you want out,
Before the heavens where all angels sleep...
Would you forget your blood, sweat and tears of fallen days?

You look into the mirror but a stranger stares you in the face,
When you've lost your ways and know no good...
When thor strikes his wrath at you,
Would you seat back and let life be?

It doesn't really matter if sky isn't blue
or if the feeling of love isn't true,
Just let the rain fall as you walk your way...
The only way you know how.

Tainted Soul

As night breaks,

My life begins to crumble

And all hope fades to dust,

I knock on heavens door

Hoping for hells angel to ease my sorrow,

Now and forever I hope she comes tomorrow.

Thoughts far beyond this life

Encroach my mind, its shadow I must follow.

My dead heart beats thump,

Life's promise will never reign,

Deep breaths relinquish this mindless cancer,

Like fallen hail, my heart has sunken

Beneath this heathen soil,

Spoiled with grief this life's bliss

Is tainted with the solemness of days.

The hell raiser sees his rise

As the blade divides my torsal,

The warmth of my scarlet rinse

Is forever lost, like death life is forever lost,

And I am too.