There is a soul maker,
Lurking around every corner,
Paying attention to all around.
He is watching, what he sowed.
When the time comes, he reaps.
And what did he sow,
What else than your soul.
He plants it, waters it,
Face the light, the thunder,
the storm that plucks out the bad,
And at last who remain,
Who finds truth
He reaps at the end.
That is the soul makers truth.
Make life from life.
There’s a burden one must carry,
A sorrowful one, a dismay.
And there’s hope one must carry,
Heavier, yet blooming.
And in between the pages,
One must stay untitled,
What better way to hope,
To loose a burden,
Than by shadowing your title.
Have you tasted wine?
The wine they call friends.
Red and dark silver
Blue and black creamings
Grey and day burning,
Years old wine.
Taste it ones,
The tongue searches for more.
Yet, be addictive,
My friend,
That’s the drowning of
the being of “you”.
No doors are locked,
When you have the right key.
No hearts are broken,
Until love touch it.
And now my locks are broken,
When you lost the key to them.
I write this now,
What better way to let you know,
Than the bleeding words
And empty spaces in between.
The white page grimly crimson now.
What better way to let you know,
I have found life,
Deeper down in the mind,
When all else seem fading.
There is one, I suppose.
A fire that always burns.
I believe it was my words,
Who kept the fire going,
The words that hold my life in it.
Priority.
Keeping yours at top
Knowing there are others.
It has come to an end,
Inexplicable one for sure.
Have I not ever loved it before?
I may have, for time has gone to remember it.
The very moment has arrived,
Not a pleasant one I suppose,
But a time that nothing could replace.
Should I apologize or appreciate it?
The ending has started,
Or is it over.
But it is happening.
For time has gone to remember it.
I met a king once,
He looked majestic,
As told in tales.
He neither had a throne,
Nor a crown.
Yet he was the King,
You wish you’ve seen.
Bold and beautiful,
Fearsome yet caring.
Now I see him everyday.
All I have to do,
Is to look in the mirror.
There he stands,
The king that was born to rule.
There is nothing better,
Than to have a cup of coffee,
And a newspaper in your hand,
Sitting comfortably in your best chair,
Smiling at the sun rising slowly,
No worries at all
This is life.
The ultimate goal
Tomorrow,
A word i used,
Longer than i remember,
Tomorrow,
A day that was happiness,
Tomorrow,
A future that was prosperous.
These days,
I learned a new word.
Today.
A small word.
Yet powerful.
Everything today.
Because I can’t promise tomorrow.
Finding the Alchemist 