3:08

Watch a maroon sky make way for a friend. Shower me in shadows that cast with no end. I stare at tiny diamonds in the forever space. A million eyes of  almighty with no face. And so I pace, gentle calm on my face. Tranquility never lasting, tracing lines on my heart before passing to another place. Deep breaths let in a peace I’ve never felt through life’s emotions, poverty or wealth.

I feel like crying ( but no tears will fill these eyes)

I feel like dying (but hell lies for a sinner that dies)

and so I lie, face up at the sky, wishing I could fly up to the line where heaven touches than night. Away from the memories that pry in my heavy mind and the present past I’m trying to leave behind. Like a strange of the night, a traveller following the path of the deepest spotlight, I proceed to become nothing. A faded thought bought and declared rotten…or that seed that fell on rich concrete. A  chance of luck seen once a thousand seasons, that survives the trial of growth for some strange reason and now lies beneath deep shadows watching the night passing by.

And in my ear the whisper of gentle song this is where I belong. A creature awaiting the dawn. Come hell or high storm I’ll keep on writing my song.

333 when the sleep left my eyes. When the dawning of morning was yet to set in the skies. A cry a thousand voices screaming at the same time. ‘Boy is about that time, your faith has pleaded you rise.’ ‘Before sunrise (my son rise) breathe life into the night. Carve your words into a history of rhymes. No reason, but purely for the joy when you write. Besides, everybody has those times in their lives when speech cannot process so we pour emotions in rhymes..- spill on a page,-

-rage like a cage bird the word start to fly. Each line a blur, there is no time to explore, just surging with energy that needs to pour, raw, gushing til the spirit can’t take it no more. And as the gentle lure of sleep opts for peace over war, in creeps deep sleep and deep peace is rest assured.