stevospoetik Poetry (2)

The sun shines through cracked split blades on the blinds.
The tv carries on with a shadowed sound of tick and tock.
Wind whistles passed the window along with the early morning flock.
The door never opens from out or from within, its nothing but rusted tin.
Floors fray, paint fails to stay. The basement still burns.
Black tar coats the stairs, I dare not enter there.
The time will come, someone lucky will enter the door not knowing what's in store. She'll slip, She'll fall, She'll grip the charcoal covered walls.
The fire will stir, the fire will grow. She won't even know.
When the time comes she'll take a chance on first glance.
She'll fear the flame but embrace the pain.
In the end she's entered my hearts domain
It burns in such a way that no injuries she'll sustain.
The only thing the fire requires is her own hearts true desire.

The tone of an offset record player in the distance..
a smell of thai dragonfruit..
a smell of ressin coming from an inscent..
sitting in silence is both agony and peace..
ashes fall..
time begins to crawl..
the sun rose the sun set..
the courage wont come be upset..
happiness creeps, walking a fine line..
the day grow dimmer..
the nights grow darker..
the mornings grow shorter..
our time will come..
we will find a place..
for soon this will be it for our race..
i pray to god if he's truly there, for all of us that upwardly stare..
i ask for one thing and one thing only so we never end up lonely..
hope..