Monday, May 31, 2010

why.

be.
here.

gone,
if you
take
my
breath
it
is

noise,
for
each
excuse
an
alibi lives
in foolproof
lives

please,
survive
so
why
and
why not
may cease
this childish
folly while

humility,
raped
of
pride
died
in
piece
of mind

~Deus fortuno

Friday, May 28, 2010

now live

wake
shudder
the
feel
of boiling
sheets
too cold
to sweat

rest
breathe
something
new
other than
fear;
irrational
as that sound
resounds
between each lung
holding a hearts
murmur

still
can't shake
this
trembled
sensation,
no matter,
what just happened
this room
refuses
to let go;
internal bleeding
holds nothing
to moments
betwixt
the river
and mortal
existence

what bed awaits
the fear of fallen
fates;
dear angel
pray
as ye yet may...

~Deus fortuno

Saturday, May 22, 2010

just love

What is
that place
where time
and space
made
humans face
irrational
fears
and
clouded tears
form rain

Where is
solace
this gift
from pride
to humbly
forsake
those every
moment
like it or nots
learning
to cope
while
hoping
to learn
of things
before their
time

When
is enough
the word
absurd as
their dancing
may seem
to say
the beats
between
a melody
pitched
away

Why was
this
the all
that every
other curiosity
questioned
yet fate sat
silently to obey

Please breath
the more of life
no more
shall not
doubt them
if they
defy themselves
before leaves leave them
this way

too soon
the sun
shall sleep
nights to dream
of waking
but once more
when then was
not just a memory

Be still,
be loved
just be...

~Deus fortuno

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Why not...

everything
and
nothing-
held
by words
painting
deeds
picturing
people
and
things
invaluably,

perishable
thoughts
muzzle
half-hearted
almost-perfect
slurs,
queued
through
moments
when silence
was
the only
decent
end,

there it is,
or was;
or was it...
is this
that feeling
they warned
us of
yet never
told;
the truth
behind
the vale,

hints-
of love
abandon
for any
weary enough
to claim
themselves
this prize of
atrophy,

why not...
catch on,
listen
while blood
and smiles
reconcile
between syllabled
punctuation,
feelings
wean themselves
from thought,
thinking only
hurts when it breaths
and being
became
the nothing
everything
never
fathomed
to be,

~Deus fortuno