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Crown of Thorns & Stars

Silence has summoned the sleepers
To a place where their hearts die
The early signs of morning
in a chemtrail painted sky
Behind the curtains of blind sorrow
A lost god in me awoke
The one that watched death come to life
But he never spoke

 

Between the roadside dreams
& sounds of a small town
Between all smiles we fake
Deeper truths behind a frown
Behind is where we live…
Our faces made just to be displayed
Behind we’ve drawn the line
But the line is bound to fade

 

To love what I’ve been denied
You know I never feared
Deluded by the second coming
Of those who disappeared
But I’ve only been a picture
With no frame
Upon the wall
With no one to notice
when the bleeding leaves decide to fall

 

To justify what I’ve done
you know I never tried
all I had was reason enough
to love what I’ve been denied
to breathe so freely in this cell
damaged beyond repair
I learned we can’t find the path ahead
When death’s no longer there

 

Between the late night drives
& faded evening skies
Between all we forsake
The ones behind our eyes
Between is where we live…
An invisible world all around
Between the silence that wakes us
& every hypnotic sound

 

Awake we fall
In dreams we’re crowned

 

N.B.

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  1. My my…your poetry just puts me in a mellow mood. Something about the way you write has a calming affect in which I call “Poetry soup for the soul.” Outstanding post here!

  2. “Silence has summoned the sleepers
    To a place where their hearts die
    The early signs of morning
    in a chemtrail painted sky
    Behind the curtains of blind sorrow
    A lost god in me awoke
    The one that watched death come to life
    But he never spoke”

    This is how so many of my dreams, where I confront God, begin..

    I’ve tried to explain it several times, in poem. Which makes this seem so much more realistic to me.

    I’m always submerged in your word’s, but this time it felt like you were picking my brain. – Even though I know I was the farthest thing from your mind, when you wrote this masterpiece.

    • had a strange story in mind when I wrote it, but I’m glad it spoke to you that way.. to me, it’s important to tell stories of others, as much as about myself & what I feel.. thank you for the support :)))

  3. Brings to mind a sort of fog where images constantly pass by. I don’t know how heavy you like your music, but this reminds me of “The Distant Dream of Life” By Shape of Despair.

    • haha it can never get too heavy.. I loved the song.. the atmosphere is outstanding.. btw your song recommendations never disappointed me.. thanks for stopping by 🙂

  4. Relic

    I’ve always believed it isn’t just the words that are important, it’s the form and shape of the poem too, as well as the rhythm in which it’s written. That’s why this is so comfortable and easy to read. In between the lines, there is a wisdom that is whispering.

    This is done very well and spoken from that–to me–spiritual side inside you. Great work, NB.

    • you’re not wrong to call it spiritual, although words themselves don’t matter.. but there is understanding.. thank you for the review.. I’m glad you like it 🙂

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