Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
stop your stare,
dare to help.
Though I err,
spare some love,
wipe my tear.
I can’t believe I once believed
that dragons could shed tears—
a time when my mind was robed
in the fragile cloth of childhood.
I wandered alleys where clouds bent low,
pressing their weight upon my skull.
Shadows snapped at my heels like starving dogs,
my heart swung loose inside my throat.
The tremor in my boots chained me still,
and every thought I birthed became a phantom,
scrawled in the dark, painted across the sky.
Those years were lived in trembles and fears,
each night a prayer for the ocean to come,
to wash me clean of figures
that crouched in corners,
that flickered like mirages where light bled thin.
How did those faces dissolve,
slipping from cloudbanks and corridors of shade?
How did they crawl out of my mind,
leaving silence where terror once nested?
Why was the darkness that devoured me then
locked away as a riddle,
a secret even I cannot untangle?
And those I asked only mirrored my silence.
Some still breathe the same trembling air—
fears childhood carved deep,
fears adulthood disguised.
But new specters gather around me now,
pressing their weight like tides unseen,
and once more I beg the ocean:
take me under, strip me clean.
I often look upon the rain with wonder and amazement of all the power it does hold
Wich leads me to ponder the meaning of it all
The rain brings forth life and nutures the ground it quenches your thirst
It drowns out sorrows and washes away the past it makes things pure again just like in the days of Noah
Its tear drops from heaven Gods tear drops that rains down upon us as he cries out for his people and to his people
So where do you stand with these tear drops in your hand
Whenever I see a tear
Flowing down your cheek
I never know what to think
There are a million things it can mean
A tear can show sadness
That is the kind that goes forever
A tear can show happiness
It can be for a moment or longer
I would hate to be the one to make a mistake
Trying to make you feel better
When your heart is feeling truly happy
So, I will just wait until you are ready
Then you can tell me, and I will understand
And I will mourn or celebrate with you
Whatever you need when you need it
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in pomp.
hardship chiseled in his features
silence laden by a troubled past
his thoughts kept to himself
behind an invisible wall of insulation
while his face speaks to me in whispers
of a history muddled with shady details
eyes reveal that regrets he's had a few
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I’m racing round the NASCAR scene,
With bugs and grit upon my gleam.
The rubber flies, the dust goes wild,
Screen’s smeared, rip it off, I cried.
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil,
to Crystal Clear, Please!
Got no time to wipe, stop or weep,
My tear-offs are stacked ten deep!
Snatch and rip my world to clear,
Let's end the pit-stop clutch gear.
I weaved through fumes and bumper brawls,
Blasted like bullets off the walls.
My screen is chipped by flying rocks.
Ripp'n the socks off track-worn crocks.
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil
to Crystal Clear, Please!
I'd love to see my tear-off fly.
My flimsy film sent screaming high.
Maybe I'll see Vegas, before I die.
Take me to where I'd rather lie.
I’d trade this helmet, car, and game,
For brighter lights and louder fame.
Ditch the garlands, trade the shows,
If this screaming screen just goes!
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil
to Crystal Clear, Please!
Eyebags forming.
Dilated pupils.
The one starting pulling away.
Leg-crossed and the hand supporting the chin.
The right arm falls in imbalance.
Leg does not stop moving back and forth.
So quick turning excitement into torture.
Searching the whole river in the eyes
was reached.
Now it‘s just a motionless navy blue.
Welcoming the seabird to stop and scream for him.
Came near attacking and steal my lovely hat.
Even my tears have a better taste.
Typical blue eyes did not respond much.
What have my pupils just read?
Am I yearning too much?
Is he one of the others or the man?
My bebi how I call them?
The wave shall again come and drown me.
Even though no one pulled me in the boat.
My lookalike man begged me.
But I refused.
His, my hat, falling in on my face gently like a feather.
Shielding my eyes from witnessing incoming danger.
The look with such sincerity.
He would turn it into a flirt.
But him, like he is meeting his final farewell.
A complete stranger.
With the same survival instinct like me.
It's a fresh day
To play in a new way
To convey each light ray
More pray, no delay, fair pay
We stay where we lay
What can I say?
Stand up, quit your sit
Take a breath, rest a bit
Ensure you stay fit
Get ready for the hit
Grab your jumping kit
Fall not into pit
As he'd walk into your block
In seconds, he'll knock
This folk you name clock
Needing a talk but you lock
It'll mock you into shock
You can't stalk the stock
You can water the seed
And extract all the weed
Indeed growing at speed
But when you succeed
Never mislead this creed
We need to impede the greed
As it sheds its slough
My skin is no longer rough
No batter, nor pastry, just dough
So chewing ain't been tough
This stuff? Calling it enough
You laugh until you cough
Step clear in your gear
Hear this, oh my dear
Here the end is near
This day, this month, this year
Every tear will disappear
What do you fear?
A single tear is all I can give,
For my body is drained of that pleasure.
I’m too weak to remember the years I lived,
Or the days too heavy to measure.
So where does that leave me falling?
What is it that could cure me?
A single walk would tell me nothing -
But at least for a moment I’d be free.
Wintering along then spring appears
Venturing forth we begin a new year
Happens each Jan
Making new plans
Starting anew, it brings on a tear
Open your mind once again and shed some tears for a
world full of pain
Shed some tears for the children that die
and for the mothers that openly cry
Shed some tears for needless death in war
not really knowing what they are fighting for
Shed some tears for the people with no home
the unwanted that die all alone
Shed some tears for all hatred and sorrow
only we can make a better tomorrow
Shed some tears and hear what I say
for a better tomorrow we must cry for today.
They are always considered be of pain
But do we not cry the water in emotion
A joyful time of moment pleasure is felt
Mucus oil or which three tears fall
But wet thou eye's of significant relief
Tear falls, washing your eyes even unfelt
Wash and drain the pipe or overflow face
Depending on which you share the moment
Rather we cry or laughter to bring about
A tear in the droplet peeling a onion
Or you pinch the finger it seems to appear
It's a lubricant to eye's drained on down
To your nose it runs even with a cold
A water of both pain and happiness
Its only purpose, relief of anxiety
Or the beauty we find in the world
Cry your eyes out if you want to
Where does a tear come, even while sleep
There's no cutting it off, unless you got dry eye
Shed a tear for me, it's a natural thing
Tears are salty seeds
planted in the rich soil of hope.
When given nourishment, encouragement,
Whispered words at midnight,
When watered with faith and love...
from this wet tear drop comes a sprout.
Like a corn kernel filled with such heat,
that it bursts its boundaries
into the white fluff of popcorn.
Or , in opposition to heat,
the freezing winds of arctic air invade
a rain drop...and it EXPLODES
into a white crystal snowflake!
When the heat of love, faith, and hope,
the cold of determination and belief,
Expands the teardrop seed to
overflowing... then,
with an unexpected laugh...
JOY BURSTS into life!
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