1. The Lonely Moon
Once upon a time,
A long time ago,
There was a moon with no sun,
No brightness,
No shine,
No evolution.
Rough around the edges,
Potholes throughout,
No life, no grounding,
Seemed there was no way out.
Then one day,
A meeting took place,
The sun noticed the moon,
And welcomed the dark face.
The Moon told the Sun,
You don’t want me.
I am used to being alone,
Can’t you see,
That is there is no light here,
No light, no greenery?
The sun, you see,
Was also seeking,
Looking in every direction,
With help from the moon.
It could finally see,
its own shining reflection.
An agreement was made,
That the moon’s shade,
Would be no more,
While the sun was paid,
By seeing its own face.
A glory that would never fade.
Quite an escapade…
A world of variety,
Proudly, Free.
The Sun and the Moon,
Danced endlessly,
The time away.
Seamlessly.
Little did the they know,
That this agreement would spawn,
The birth of the earth,
And the midnight dawn.
The mix of the two,
gave birth to the ocean wave,
The oceans created,
A cycle to crave.
The initial spark,
Would certainly pave.
A way.
A way for the first small ripple,
To grow and become,
More than a dimple,
But a wave that formed the sand.
By the combination,
Of the sun and moons hand…
The land and the fauna,
Along with a cool breeze,
Was all that was needed,
To build the canopies.
To protect the beasts,
The flowers and the bees.
The pull of the moon,
The light of the sun
Gave life a chance,
For evolution.
Humans would come,
To find happiness and fun.
To evolve and to live,
To drink and to dance.
What better things are there?
When we learned to stand.
A world of variety,
Proudly, Free.
The Sun and the Moon,
Dances endlessly,
The time away.
Seamlessly.
2. Hollow Love
Your name is written on my soul.
Like claw marks,
They have dug deep.
Maybe to force what we need,
We grasp harder.
And sometimes when the pain gets too deep,
We must separate.
Just need a little time to recuperate.
I was seeking for so long,
What I was doing wrong.
You showed me the cure,
Without telling me what I was supposed to be looking for,
Your beautiful song…
Sometimes the best thing one can do,
Is giving nothing else,
But it’s opposite space.
Often seen as disgrace.
Her heart is pure,
But I cannot say the same,
You have accepted me,
And all my toxic ways.
Your silent wisdom,
Your constant love,
Have changed me from the inside,
Like a turtle dove,
I die silently when separated from the other side.
Only self love.
For I am surely the hare,
Racing every fucking where.
You guided me,
When I ignorantly thought for so long,
That I was the guide.
My small wishes for you to change,
Drove you away.
Which made me change myself,
To be what I thought you liked,
Just to make you stay.
Love…
Love is about loving the person exactly how they are…
And not just one’s partner, but every person they know or do not know.
This is the cure…
Not mine.
Being patient,
Not forcing one to choose me,
I’m fine if I’m not chosen,
I’ve laid my own ignorant bed,
I just love those who loved me,
When I was crazy mad instead.
I have no more expectations of life.
For us…
For what we can be or could have been.
Feel I can finally see again,
But I miss the fuck out of my best friend…
Is all love that is mad? That is out of craziness?
False?
Or is it the only true love itself?
3. Needle
She has inserted the needle into my skin,
And sucks not my blood, but my soul.
Her darkness knows no bounds,
And drains my light daily.
To fight her coldness,
I will become colder.
Until the heat melts all.
I still only have love,
And I will not forget what happened,
But I will forget her.
I will withdraw her needle,
And walk away,
For she leaves a trail of deadness in her wake,
But I, I am alive.
This thing is not you, but what has taken over.
Begone, come into the light,
Remove your mask,
And find the way.
My pain is her strength,
My destruction is her resurrection.
My resurrection is her destruction.
If you only care about breaking down others, you will eventually break yourself.
I will not fit into your mold.
I will not be the idealized version that you wish,
But myself,
You have no more control,
The only thing you can do for me is work on yourself.
Confront yourself.
Find yourself.
Love yourself.
I have bent, and bent, and bent,
But I am not broken.
The one who only cares about breaking down others, will eventually break themselves.
4. Otherside
Trapped in a system,
We cannot see,
Controlled by others,
How can this be?
Break free,
Meet me on the otherside.
Where I love you,
And you love me.
Eternally.
See eventually you find,
Whether it’s the beginning or the end,
It always ends in love…
That’s the good news I send.
Blind House Magazine 
Leave a comment