PREDICTIONS & POETRY

Word Of Day

(1817-1862)
Can you believe it...
The sky has turned from black ...to brightest red
And here’s the reason...
No longer am I distant
....from myself
-No longer will I hear the law of hate.

This is the morning...
When everything will seem
.....to disappear
For it’s the time when
I will be too far to breath
......the fear
-No longer is the darkness in my life.

I still my wandering thoughts
‘Cause all is fine and I know
I breath in
and out in a
way I’ve never done
..... before
I found the star of my creation
I see them everywhere...
I’m leaving now
For god...

The tallest trees are
The ones that put their trust
.....in the wind
So here I am now
totally in trust with
..... everything
Simply by breathing out when breathing in......

Mirrors

I am terribly sorry, what have I done
Shouldn’t speak, then again... I can’t.
I am with out, nothing is for me to own or posses
Still I’m in debt.
I speak to no one, nothing’s a friend
Still I cry, everytime... I loose you
I can’t do deeds, not a single good
How so come, I lie when... All goes wrong

Always afraid of you
Always afraid To say the least
Mirrors don’t lie when I’m we
‘Cause mirrors read my beliefs