Its a Silence

It is a silence

But I know it’s there

I can feel it’s long hard stare.

Cold and black

It’s hearts a shack

It is a silence

But I know it’s there

I can feel it’s long hard stare

It is a silence, but I know its there.

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The rusty keys splint and jingle

As I follow music hands.

The land begins to soften

And I fail to understand.

The voice was not the Devil

But in fact a strangers call

Yelling out a secret to the cold and lonely land.

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The keys to the kingdom,

are jangled by unseen hands,

There is a Devil in my ear

As I walk across the land.

A whisper breezes cold, and cool

Its burns ahead, and chills beneath,

As I bend the grass and sun.

All theses sins are not skin deep

Wet feet follow the land.

As a kind murmur begins to understand.

A cracking, mountainous land,

A sirens call

As rocks do hurl

And I fall on blood trickled hands.

Split Reality

Would you clean another dream?

Split reality, at its seams?

Let the disappointed be unseen?

Stand

Just stand, and stand, and stand

This time.

For all I know its all in mind.

Trudge Mud

Trudge, trudge, trudge

Goes the man in the mud.

Chop, chop, chop

Goes the axe, with the wood.