GLANCES WITHOUT WORDS

The broken white-heart cherry tree, 
split in the trunk as it was, 
beautygrown to be and give;
stands remembered

While rivulets trickle down before him 
he removes worms from wild raspberries 

Daydreaming that He reaches Time, 
The All Reality’s Naval itself
He, in lee safety under shelter
He, which is calmed by the rain

HOPE
LUST
WILL

SUN returned 
with eyes scarred

He is redeciphered, 
violated and tarnished 

He is made unseen, 
outshined by illusion and left leafless 

Clawed by your nearness
Clawed by my nearness

Into the fold to be corrected wrong 
and poorly eat betrayal and wretch

He gives glances without words 

 

Flickered

 

 

This borne within, devouring, 
hate’s real despair, 
froststrikes this inconsolable life 
to all the Worlds in their waiting 

You will find only healthy stains 
which will appear to be as like unlike
to feed more of the actual hindrance 
which refused this Önd’s greatness 

Cease commanding my reality-answers
after your will-belief of whim emotions
Taking me now from this unbearable,
away from the existence of wassail, but…

YOUR SOUGHT DIMINISHMENT WILL NOT REACH ME! 

HERE WILL FORCED UPON NEVER BE MY WILL!

KNOW WHO HAVE STOLEN OUR EYES!
GRABBING THE DEATH BREAD FROM US ALL!

CALLING FORTH THIS RENEWED WARPATH!
GIVING US THE RIGHT LOVE BACK!