Only in a Storm

   
mind seeded      
     clouds    
shower blinded    
     prayers aloud    
each heart      
     drops reach        
newly fallen    
     touch    
shatters gleaming    
     upon once    
dry  parched    
     empty  
dusty streets    
     of every souls    
forgotten feelings    
     unspoken hearts    
now released    
     in quirkied    
streams  flushed      
     inner flowings    
of post    
     flash floods    
too long    
     suppressed    
symbolic  hidden    
     karmic meanings      
as long    
     lost  desert    
spirits come    
     to finally    
quench    
     at least    
for now    
     their souls    
deep  aching    
     thirst    
to drink    
     in peace    
a seas    
     release of      
liberated tears    
    in floods    
which come    
     in heavy    
rains of    
     conscious    
purge    
     to wash    
away  countless      
     years      
of such      
     sad lack    
from seemingly    
     endless      
desperation    
     clenched      
deep in      
     futile hopes      
stuck and      
     choking    
in their    
     unspeakably    
bone dry    
     throats    
until the    
     weak  tired    
power blind    
     mind    
behind mankinds    
     vast  sad    
legacy  of    
     abominable    
human crimes    
     against itself    
and all    
     creations    
broken unity    
     rails bitterly    
out  its    
     futile    
self defensive    
     stance    
in denial    
     of taking    
any responsibility    
     for its    
heinous    
     unconscionable      
acts      
     then with      
one  brief      
     last    
desperate breath    
     wastes its    
final  golden    
     opportunity      
in a    
     pathetic    
collective whimper    
    it suffocates    
itself  as    
     all it    
once held    
     and thought    
so all    
     important    
now simply    
     drowns      
with all      
     its fallen    
grievous lies    
     of empty    
artifice    
     away            
set free    
     cleansed    
at last    
     through    
sudden  
     unexpected  
heavy rains    
     of conscious    
purges  
     sweet  
release
     let go
finally
     from us
all     
   

Whether rain or shine
It is good to be alive
Through pain and time
You will survive
Drowning out the weak
An example in the street
Whether rain or shine
Its good to be alive

.




thickend red drips dried on the cement,
rusty cuffs will wake my wounds after a night sleep

with every tear drop I sow a seed filled with hope
unlike soil, nothing grow on my pillow
some sleepless night ends with,
me hugging my knees
I do what the cuffs do.
peeling off the dry skin  from my ankle,  

and I listen to the rain on my metal roof
wind control the volume and vapour in my cote
fill in of thunder screening shady shows to the wall

I crawled inside my wings to cover my naked body, shivering
sitting on the black feathers

It's my vip pass to the show
my breathe keep it a little warm inside
I look at dancing shadows through the feathers
listening to the rain

then comes the verse
played by the drops at the edge of the roof
wind will blow a background harmony
conducting music to trees
leaves and branches play their solos
then the crickets join in, then the frogs,
special features by wolves and owls

it is my window of satisfaction
I feel refreshed, I feel calm, I feel empty...

then the alarms of crows
the rooster, final act of my show
I don't want the sun to rise
I cant bear the torrid air
comes from the iron grill above

I love the night
I love the rain

I await your visit
bring me a
new song


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heavier the heart gets      
feelings get darker      
when they come out      
like a rain pouring down      
onto the high mountains,      
landslides destroying      
everything you built…
     
   
     
(but a dark cloud      
has its own beauty      
when the shades of grey      
filter the rays of the sun      
bursting out from the      
lighter sides of the cloud)      
     
     
     
your worries imply the      
passion you hid inside      
your eyes bursting      
the rays of the light      
making me want to      
dance in your rain      
and gather the pieces      
to make whole again  
     
     
     
(storms are scary      
thunder and lightnings      
are loud and sharp      
sometimes hit on the      
weakest spot on a tree      
and start a fire that      
burns even in the rain)    
     
     
     
I’m addicted to your      
nervous breakdowns      
I gamble to poke      
and burst that heavy heart,      
your words will pierce      
my  weakest spots      
it will burn till the      
storm calms down      
     
and I will fight back…  
     
     
     
(rain on barren lands      
will fertile the soil,      
landslide from mountains      
will bring the new seeds      
a new hope was found      
only in a storm)      
     
     
     
but sometimes      
I won't fight      
when your tears      
pouring down      
on my chest      
     
     
I lift your head and,      
kiss in the rain  
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
as a submission to the comp Only in a Storm