And there it began,
The fall, the rise,
The mad, the fun,
From right and left,
Whence the King had died.
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It stays.
And the storm passed, leaving the boy in the desert of bones. His sweat kissing his lips on the way to its grave. Two times, he failed, thrice, he tried. And now he stood with the fruit he desired, of a stubborn tree.
He gaveup his hope. But hope never left. It stays.
Unbound blessings
Can I hold two hearts,
One for the wretched
And one for the blessed.
Yes, he said, the true one.
When the blessed care for the wretched,
A heart is whole,
For the World to fit
Soul maker’s peace
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.
Stay untitled.
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.
Strong wine.
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”.
The sacred key.
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.
Understanding words.
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.
Convincingly majestic.
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.
Promise unkept
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.
I have started my Instagram account today, a little late, care to take a look?
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