Volume I : Subtle Sorrows (TOM)

Chapter One: Page of Water 💧

Memories colliding, I remember
Thought grew kilometres still travelling with pleasure
Miracles flew out our tongues, a tricky gesture
Luna buried smiles behind her back
The dark side of the moon is always full.

Memories colliding, I remember
These lasting impressions still hurt

Our bittersweet joy the driving force to the false starts
Carefully choreographed mistakes between these watchful sheets
Humming soothing ballads to mend your broken heart
Temporary healings to make up for the absent feeling

Time grew with the falling sensation
Tuning to the dial of love
A mosh pit of congested misery finds refuge
No memories of the thumping vibration
I fear I may forget how to hurt
Do the dead throw kidney stones at their tombstones in anguish?
Drifting further with pain, the rust building in our wings

Crayola scented wishes;

Opposing desires stand in the way of what I want. Wrecking this nest we built. I no longer wish to serve memories of the hurt and pain of yesterday. There is only thinking without division.
A whole instrument can translate clearly the rays of a new morning. Only this yearn for love stands in the way of receiving. The first and last step of this journey is freedom.
Freedom to receive. Freedom to inquire. Freedom to love.

Tears exorcise the fears away.
Lucid broadcasts have no delay in the day
Our last excuse to attempt flying over the shadows of death
Within the discipline of desire lies our outstanding trials and tribulations.

Weeping the ashes of colonized fields. You knew prior to escaping paradise that there would be no matching peace, behind that soft skin you were so casual. Desire whether natural or unnatural, the deep rooted condition is the lust for sensation. Alone in the fields as the gratitude for hunger shivered in the lonely harps. Golden trips to heaven often leave you blinded. The words are yours to keep but the living get to dance in the mist.

When her voice rang, I was fast asleep within the imaginations of my golden appetites. The lies ran a blazing trail past the moon’s nocturnal visit. I could barely dream, the applause kept ringing loud that night. Empty wishes failed to lure the lurking demons.

I spend my love whispering to birds. Pain struck her naked chords.

Exchanging quotes with Shamans in my sleep
Vivid intentions translated into reality
Blink and you might lose a peep
Snow trails from tomorrow’s tears
Glimpses of the future cloud my vision
Tasteless stallion lost in a stable
Killing sheep to cure the insomnia
Roaming with poltergeist unwelcoming
The bliss emanates from the glaring light body
Illuminate the path to my missing princess
Seven devils await the descent of my beam
Pink and purple on the astral canvas
Drowning in a sea of screeching gestures
The dial tone on my highway to heaven

The truth is buried under my tongue
Heaven’s trumpeter has rung; too stubborn to hear
Her lips have grown refuge to my fear
Her heart rinses the broken promises
Conditioned love is unworthy
Of your suffering so let’s spare the fears
Pieces of a puzzle abroad
Filling the blanks well known
Mapping the journey through our DNA
Grew friends with the cold
Daytrips through dimensions transcending
Borders embedded into our human coding
The new millennia personified
Encrypted translations of peace and love