In life you are measured by the promises you keep and the dreams you make true, and not for the promises which you forgot and the dreams you gave up on.
Month: August 2019
The Cosmos
I am a little whirlpool,
in a violent stream
Choked on my own
silent screams.
Moving through the crowd,
forlorn, for desires
I barter my dreams
My eyes ragged,
And so, is my jeans
So I Masquerade in
shady themes
I am a dark wave
shooting space.
So anachronistic in
These times extreme
Riding light through
space & time.
My soul is splitting
right at the seam.
Ramblings 1
I have been buzzing with questions
So silent and so Impatient
So loud and so volatile
I have yet much to decide
The paths that set me free
And the holes to the void
After all we will die
Leave immortality behind
And the dreams you dreamt
Time sweeps them aside..