I will follow the followed

Those cuspacated fingers cringe of dried blood

The cracking lips
belching
the word "fursat"
from a dying Noah
after years of desiccating floods

I stare for hours
at the keyboard

It's staring back at me

So I change my profile picture
But I'm feeling the same

So comes the light

The night ?

That will soon disappear

There I stand lashed to the key
But the tsunami never comes

Just reality sweeping over me

Can you see that it’s time
With no watch on your arm
Is there hope to survive
If you’ve done bought the farm
When all things feel right
Does the moment just flow

How can a man say
What he doesn’t know

If your neck deep in the stream
Shouldn’t you know how to swim
If there’s truth in the ring
Should you step out and give in
Do all mountain tops
Come with a *****

How can a man reach the heights
If his life view is low

Are you late to the central
In Eastern time
If it’s really that simple
Then why’s it so hard to find
Have you often faltered
Where you’ve clearly been

How can a man love
If he’s never let love in

If your deep in the dream
Can you be what you want to be
If your dream was a train
Would it run out of steam
Could you hold onto the promise
If the words aren’t there to lend

How can a man start over
Once he’s reached his end

being early, we can write a while,
unstressed by the ticking of the
clock, keeping words in order
in lines, of no principle. all the

photos were hazy, must have
been the walking, smartly
before the opening time,
the lay line, arthur’s stone.

is at the mill.

Night spreads its dark wings
on a faint path upwards.
Steps climb toward the dark.
The secret cave of the heart
reveals its magic to the dreamer.
Its sapphire mist veils the fikir’s
lamp within.

Along the path the ancient oak’s
strudy branches remain still.
This mountain is a place of silence
where worldly sounds fade to
ghostly whispers.

Here one enters the mist alone
far from the stirring of moonlit
wings. Searching among a thousand
clouds in the half-lightof the unanswered
question : where is eternity along the path
unknown and the courage to search
beyond reality ?

How do you come to hate,
The ones you loved?
You don't.
They tend to turn on you,
Either that,
Or they weren't real at all.
I forsake any shard of regret I had,
From leaving you,
I regret any feeling I had,
From loving you.
If anyone lost here,
It was you.
Because you'll fall back into emptiness,
Trying to replace it with people,
But I, I will not.
I'll continue to cradle my own light,
Which you came so close to taking.
I'm done sacrificing pieces of me,
In order to receive nothing.