honeybear3000 Poetry (68)

theses fountains of water that i spill over and through the lands ,come from my destruction of my beauty and only mine ,do not be afraid or question why, because beon theses graves lies a heaven of the bluest sky ,the hope you seek is within my heart,witch i have all ready giving you do not listen to the proposition of formless lies ,in the end the only certainties that will remain is the truth an fact that your home is with me and my love is alive!!

Well , a broken soul has no purpose , nor does it have true meaning,you can't compare a broken soul to a broken heart there is no parts to mend the soul was created to heal the mind and body it's free a spirt that can never be free, a bird that is born with broken wings from the start and will never sing, a cold silences with only a cry from inside and with a body of flesh that can never be at rest, with peace a broken soul can never feel at home its where the sun rises this is not like your soul where you feel the worm on your face, a broken soul only hides in the light and knows there will never be tomorrow, and today will never come a broken soul has no passion or desire only a fire that always will burn with pain and sorrow, you can cry a river but that wont fix a broken soul i try that money wont fix a broken soul all the meds in the world cant fix a broken soul the holy one cant fix it even poison cant touch it a broken soul should not be alone but it always is , a broken soul can only go on until the end and when it dies it's light out but you know what its still broken i guess that's why they call it a broken soul

when I am free the dark well move into light and set my wings for final flight, maybe in the day but probably in the night, when I am free I well let go of all the past, when I am free there be no fear my sprit well soar across the sky I well need not worry or wonder why, the holy land i well arrive when I am am free my ashes blow in to the wind need not to lose or have to win when I am free there well be no more misery or tragedy striped from the blood that hold my skin, broken bones from within never have to be here again, when I am free no more running from the pain no one left for me to blame, no more ringing of the bell sleeping clocks stop no more no more when I am free.

this fight I canot win , a pain that buries it's self inside, covering all the angles that keep me tied down with unbreakable chains, and only gets worse as times passes by I try to run and hide but like a dark cloud with my name on it, following me to my grave screaming inside ,let me go but hopelessness crushes the little bit I have ,I can only watch as it slips away ..this is a fight I can never win only one fire remains a latter that I will climb and never stop only to fall to the bottom and start again. this fight i cannot win ,holding on with a heavy heart falling to me knees, knowing i was made for so much more as i fall to peace's this is the fight i cannot win i only can pray that the good lord will here me with this fight i cannot win ..

In the beginning the fire of my birth burned bright ,always guided you the green the blue with my mystic power of light .overlooking your Extreme carelessness never hearing my solar wind warning !Even removing the life of all living things do you think you will Escape me ! the angry sun ! I will call on my friend the Sea the one you poisoned ,when he only wanted to wash your stones and give you life ! I the angry Sun! will pull apart Earth"s winters blanket and leave you with a Naturist Caft of a soullessness burning for what you have become !!!

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oh how I miss talking with you ,now that your gone I feel so far away, what's is the price for love is really money diamonds or gold, or filling someone's heart with joy and touching there soul ,creating memories that last forever, I guess those time are gone, hanging on to on to dreams that never come true I wonder if it is really faith or chance you find that one person in this life I guess that's a price you pay, when your gone .....

all the signs have passed not a trace ,nothing but a empty space ,like a fighter with broken hands and only them left to give ,a burned out soul waiting to be shoveled in!, the gray clouds overhead materialize in his eyes from within crawling on the cold shallow path that's bound to give in

the light in you eyes has the power to feed my hunger that I burn for you ,these waves of hunger will never breke or lose trace only embrace, the light in your eyes is like a rising sun that can shine through the darkest skies ,your eyes are the only sound of love that are locked in tune as we dance into the moonlight..

As the sun sets and the darkness arrives, the galaxy's of the stars well collide, new ones are born and old ones well die, telling the story's night after night the little one's in celestial flight, shadows an dust with a spectrum of gas, planets appear and then they well pass, heaven forbids looking through the magic glass, blacker then black become crystal clear, for billions of years through the universe one bye one the new worlds well appear............

You leave ,a power that is infinite, a soul that whispers through the universe, that's detach the wrong from the right, You leave the building plans of life that holds the keys to freedom that will unlock closed doors, that that holds the true purpose of my life's experience, You leave the chance to find my way when I'm lost, You leave a strength not only is within me but outers that will carry out and hopefully do the same ......

A tick-tock a magic clock, the hands connected to minds that divide days ,with a consistency that always was an always will be, a driving vision that sets forth the birth of new life ,the seas will fall an stars will rises again, water will flow like a wheel that spins with the help of the stinging wind that will die only to start again an again...........