Ink-Space Publications

Life Like The Dancing Clouds You fed on what your parents served you All your life Much of your life And grew into a monster And everything you did was to pray For the day to end quickly So that you end your story This life is a long story of pendulums swinging, At the east You find dancing clouds Dancing on songs of grief and darkness At the west side you see Dancing clouds that bring us rains of hope, of glory, grace. It’s called life or something like that when we lose our fights And our spectators throw stones at us And when we win they raise us high to the clouds No, nobody despises us It’s just life or something like it We cry, The tears The fears Of losing what we have sown We have sown Of not reaping Of not reaping Of losing the pearls we dug for Of losing the life we have always died for We roll with the rocks And they hit us Tear our skins Refine us Make us strong

A Crowd Smelling of Gasoline #Imaginereality How soon The rains did throw you to the grounds How soon You lay prostrate, Found a crack within the ground to bury your face How soon, The walls don’t hear voice Then suddenly voices from the chambers appear like a dream These walls have broken down to give way, To the crowd You did lose your innocence But it was nothing compared to how the moon judged you differently previously, After that first kiss The numbers were few who told you to continue Then you did Now you have succeeded in throwing fire into the crowd They will cry for themselves They will throw their tears unto you They will shout every moan to the heavens They will mention your name like a curse And the heavens will descend onto earth, On a horse with scrolls And the scrolls will be spread even amongst those who weren’t part of the crowd. Even ghosts will feel your fire And be spread, your