Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.

Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.

Her kisses are the roses
That glow while dusk is deep
In Persian garden closes
Where Quiet falls asleep.

Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.

Oh, there are ******* to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
Only a cry.

So many things have went wrong
and there's so many bad choices
there were signs there all along
as I ignored all the silent voices
to feel so afraid, now.

What life have I been dealt
not wanting to play this game
with every card I truly felt
and each time I lose the same
to feel so afraid, now.

There has to be a way to turn around
before I go on in this way
I have traveled close to the ground
praying for death every day
to feel so afraid, now.

SDPope

It seems all the time like
Life ensnares you and
Makes you think twice when
You try to be present in
The moments of bliss but
So often we
Are only aware
Of the moments we all wish that
Life would spare
Us because
Time is never kind it
Makes sure my
Back is turned
When the stars are aligned.

*

A flower grows
Amid stone walls.
A flower grows
In cement walls.

It does not see
The gray concrete.
It does not notice
The cruel rocks.

The shining light
Is oh-so-high!
The sheen-white clouds
Are oh-so-nigh!

The flower stretches
Ever forth.
Out of the trenches
Ever strains -

Away, away
From fated cairns.

(c)kRu, 07.09.-08.09.09

Why
Am I always standing at the crossroads?
There has got to be a reason I am star-crossed
I am
Punished, there has to be
There is but
I do not have much time I
Have to match
The reason, the rhyme with
My inescapable fate but
I am standing at the crossroads
A minute too late