Clouded Spirits

I Hope my poetry knows you

I hope my word speaks to you as true as you do life.

I hope they take you through the reaping racks of raw pain and strife.

I hope my thoughts travel in tingles down your spin that let loose the knifes on your back.

I hope when you’re under ground zero my meaning pulls you up with your heart intact in pulse track.

I hope your heart is speaking secrets to inspiration when you read my art.

I hope you open my words and read my heart.

I hope tears run down your heart and you hear whispering sweat voices of purity.

I hope I inspire your biggest and brightest choices for unity.

I hope I bring back your deep seeded need to love for the love of loving.

I hope my sleepless nights writing what use to be realistic nightmares and fantasies arenâ€â„...

Are we alone?

When I sense that even in my conciseness I don’t feel the presence of me in my own head.
When the feeling of your closed eyes tells you there’s a space after what we know as dead.
When a child switches of the light in an empty room but still feels there’s something in the dark.
When nature tells you in every concrete jungle you’ll find there’s a space for a park.
When the opposite of hope tries to speak more than what hope wrote to the scope of your heart.
When you know beyond what you see is good and evil fighting inside you, so they can stay apart.
When the messengers from mars don’t come physically but come through you in black and red.
When the dream is so black and cold its hands restrict me from lifting my own head, of my own bed.
When a midnight walk suddenly tells us that there’s someone or worse yet something behind us.
When you look back for it, it’s as...

look and see

A moment of negative progresion
You see these people dont walk
on the ground they walk under it.
Cloaked as idoles they also plage
the sky with their iron blades for
wings, fueled by blood and fire.
For them joy is death but before
that there is the search for a false
sence of immortallity. They
promote a high life as a higher life
and breath demons into their
lungs. Justification of evil is there
goal they do this to buy your soul.
These are shadow people i tell
you, gathering to purfect the art
of day walking to inslave us in
their dark and matiralistic ways.
They are the dark ones that use
the light of others to reflect in the
negative progresion.
Be ware for we live in a world on
fire.
We are safe in love for love is God.
To be continued

Clouded Spirits

Maybe I’ve been thinking too much,
Of such as floors with no ceilings to touch.
When the sky moves forward, ground backwards and I stand still,
I ask how much time is there that I can kill?...
When love and hate is strong who controls the will?...
Look for the eyes that see through the walls you build.
See behind that, there’s a place where the truth is ceiled.
Grab that and you’ll find the strength that the truth can yield.
You can’t lie down to hear the sound,
Of the flying spirits underground.
You can’t un-find what is found....
Find your light in the dark
And re-ignite your spark.
Then go to feed the pigeons at the park
Because judging is judging yourself.
Loving is loving yourself
And running is running to death...