Wake up to beauty

Wake me up when September ends
long after the winds have blow my tears away
and august is but a distant memory
Don't let me sleep no longer
When the cold June is no more
I want to wake up to beauty
to roses and sweet spring joys
when the sky above
is adorned with majestic splendor.

untitled

Where are my lines?
why did i not stick to what i know?
i have been a heart full of words
All i need is a pen to tear apart my reality
and break a new dawn for my poor soul
a life stuck in bliss
far away from the boxes and circles
that life never cease to force me into
i am liquid, the air that flows
stuck in timelessness
without the end and the beginning
where is my last verse?
couldn't I find a paper?
i chocked on my rhymes
there is nothing to express silence
its all that's left in me
I cannot set the mountains red
lit with rhymes of fire
i have burned in my aspirations
the hope to find expression
in things of this world
Where is my heart?
All i see is words broken
Can i find a word to escape into?
Or rhymes are forever broken?
Why am i pieces as if words can be broken?
i have no affection
until i find a paper to pour my soul into
and die empty.

Brown Bottle

His eyes sunk in their sockets
less drunk like other days
but his spirit is low
fading with his dim eyes

'Son, give me the brown bottle'
He reaches out like a beggar
all he wants is his last sip
out of a life lived in agony

It was never a life
after all the money is made
and  many friends made
all he yearns for is another sip

To part ways in peace with his brown bottle
as fractures of his life remain pieces
that he leaves in this earth
for some to talk about

They will talk
long after the end
what will remain will be murmuring
of a life that was purely mirage

We saw it but not really
We heard about it but we heard nothing
for it was neither this nor that
it wasn't here it wasn't there

Such is life after all
What we hold dear
Sometimes fades with time
and all that remains

It is the brown bottle
that held so much joys
and so many tears
just like his black life.