Kings Cross, where city lights ignite,
Once home to wild and painted dreams,
Now whispers songs through neon gleams,
A vibrant pulse in fading night.

Two paths divide the busy street:
One flashes bright with coins and fire,
A burning urge, a strong desire,
Where eager hurried footsteps meet.

The other, dim and hushed and low,
Where weary faces find their space,
To shed their burdens, slow their pace,
And let their heavier feelings go.

That quiet, second road I chose,
Away from glitter, loud and bold,
A different story to unfold,
Where inner stillness gently grows.

Then from the corner's deepest shade,
A whisper breathed my very name:
"Why did your spirit shun my claim?
Why did your heart become unswayed?"

My voice, a fragile, trembling sound,
Replied, "My Lord put a small light there.
No grand display, no worldly share,
That inner gleam helps me feel sound."

The shadow asked again, with sigh,
"Then tell me, why are you still here?"

I answered, "Just to make it clear,
To check my path against the sky."

The shadow wept, a gentle plea,
Then whispered soft, "You walk the truth,"
And vanished from my gaze, forsooth,
Leaving the quiet night to me.

Yet fear still tapped within my chest,
As I turned from that tempting lane,
And walked where peace begins again,
Towards a path of certain rest.

For those whose faith holds strong and true,
The gifts the Lord has given free,
Already calm the heart, you see,
For this brief life, fresh and new.

A tiny hand lies cold in mine,
Too small, too still, no longer thine.
A silent room, a broken toy,
Where echoes haunt of stolen joy.

No breath, no laugh, no sleepy sigh,
Just hollow air, and tear-stained eye.

A howl of anguish splits the night,
A wounded soul bereft of light.
A broken prayer, a fractured word,
The silence answers, nothing heard.

The world collapses to this form,
A raging sea, a silent storm.
My heart, a drum that beats and breaks,
For every promise it can’t make.

A cry to heaven, raw and wild,
The desperate voice of father, child.
A question flung to merciless skies:
Why must the innocent close their eyes?

A father’s scream, a primal sound,
Where love and grief are iron-bound.
A soul undone, a spirit cleft,
A war already lost… to death.

Banners rise yet make no sound,  
Strength is where the calm is found.  
Deeds, not cries, define the fight,  
Truth stands tall in quiet light.  

Words dissolve like fleeting mist,  
Victory's voice cannot be missed.  
Action breathes where echoes die,  
Unheard heights reach the endless sky.

She sells her body, not her soul,
a barter made, a passing toll.
Her touch is coin, her flesh a trade,
but spirit’s depths remain unswayed.
No gold can purchase what she keeps
a secret fire that never sleeps.
For one true heart she guards the key,
to open truth, untamed, and free.
Like calls to like, a burning brand,
soul finds its soul, hand in hand.

In her face, buds unfold,
A painting new, a story told.
Colours danced, unheard before,
Woke the studio's sleepy core.

Red wings lifted, dreams took flight,
A lost star in the darkest night.
A perfume trapped, a scent untold,
A beauty hidden, growing old.

From what nectar, what divine grace,
Did you conjure such a face?
This rounded mouth, a crimson bloom,
Banishing shadows, chasing gloom.

With drops of blood, a vibrant hue,
Tulips, roses, shining through.
Jujubes sweet, and berries bright,
A dimple winks, defying light.

How long you toiled, with patient hand,
To mold this wonder, understand?
Tired Creator, rest your eye,
These secrets lips will never cry.

Let the illusion hold me fast,
Within the spell her lips have cast.

Soft lines draw me, slow, unchained,
Your hips that call, my hands restrained.
The hollow throat, the ******* that rise,
Full moons that darken eager skies.

Your skin, a canvas, flushed and bare,
I trace its heat through breathless air.
I long to taste, to press, to part,
To lose myself where bodies start.

Your lips, wet fire, parted, near,
Invite my hunger, raw, sincere.
I drown in you, no space, no name,
Two shadows burning into flame.

Wind whispers low, a gentle sigh,
Life's sailed away, I don't know why.

Love's faded hue, a ghost of red,
Dreams still bloom, though hope seems dead.

Closer than close, a hidden grace,
In lonely dark, I find my place.

Night's bitter sting, a cruel deceit,
I walk in quiet, my path to meet.

Wound walks with me, a constant friend,
Pride's strong red will never end.