BUILDING SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT ILLUMS

and silent screams on

the day illums running deep

with no sound from me

to the deafened ears

soundly the rain

pounces down loud

on lonesome without tears

understanding it how

there is a chance

trembling, stumbling

in the shadows shines 

the air is tumbling

flows thick blooms bore you

throughout without thorns

without horns found

an open vessel

all so real releases, rejoices 

around the long stem

in the fields of dreams

in the fields of screams

gone on this side, on that line 

always seems like

a miracle to me

at every step furthers

at every blossom great

to all of the little flowers

hold high and leap up

out of the ground

and the weeds runs off

to be freed, oh, not atleast

a few more hours to go

and exceeds confused brain

downwards, upwards

a feeling outwards

inwards remained similar

dreams silver in the night

silent bird in singing tree of life

silent screams on

the day illums running silent

it's so radiant this even

it must be good

sure to be spent

in a minute we be splitting off on

we be kicking off on by the river we be

unsung of an inner pain shared, blurred

on at that line gripping tight makes

every grain separates

shatters life better

what we want

to ourselves when we alone

my sufferings

my offerings

the attitude of the soul certainly

a ghost story unknown

why you and i believes weird

I goes follows the trees

feeling all anew

observe carefully one

i'll be around howeverso

brightly made warmer inside

to look aside oneself

the outside seems warm

unwilling to live

unwilling to die

oh, my bow and arrow

a shooting star in the sky

quick as a sparrow will dart

swift as a crow will uplift

my head it's been on a-high fog how

we could in one wish go unseen

my heart had been jumping

way down low in the sky

so long and looking up

is up to me seems

that's the higher relief

the calling out of it

we shall soar, i am sure 

about this night for the sky

untill the feeling

passes by, oh, what more

can i want the mountain

can i have the fountain

in the distant memory

oh, so majestic

at a feeling, be optimistic

something to have

that dosn't miss me a beat

out too deep

from a force of mystery

it's beautiful

keep rising out

the last look, the last hope

even though

so mystical within no felt

i'm a ghost story unknown

a fact that doesn't 

want to be known 

where were we before this

we cannot reverse

i don't know

i lose track now

it's alright, if 

we can hide awhile

we gotta go back

to add again

with the fall

and the rise

of the tides

hanging on, moving on

to the next thing

the massive confusion

i struggle within

i love you blue sky source

when i am in the open

with my eyes wide

what i were 

through the port hole

in the boot deep rolls 

i wore before

turning and twisting

whatever in this ghost world 

on another rose

grows with thorns found

with horns to fall off 

all so real i brought flowers

gathers them

around the long straight stem

in the fields

and all of the little flowers

tells us it's a true walk 

leaps up around abouts

out of the ground

and the weed runs off

freed not atleast

and exceeds confused brain

and another day

chases the mind away

when we leave

the day falling behind

and the dark 

became backward 

even without them facts

when the difference has

made us will move us

you and i as

nights will know still is by

your's and mine

appeared to me

for an escape, an escape 

into sleep outside

and into moments brief

and another rose

grows with thorns found

with the flame of tomorrows

within horns racks

fast with ease of mind

the sound of hearts

since the dawn let it guide us

once is best

without thorns

without horns

i should not go back to what

yearns inside

still no fear through

i won't go back

oh, the first year

oh, the outside

still seems warm

on the cooler side of the hill

moving me, i yell

there's climbing still

in the dark shining 

and i go afar building for

screams in the night illums

silent screams on

the day illums running silent

an inner pain

gripping so tight makes

every grain dropping

down every day

shatters life better

what we want to be

ourselves when we alone

my sufferings

my offerings

to keep intact

i face the fact

in that how i betwix it now

is hardest to know

goes on and on

and the day's waylaid

of many my little waysides

that changes me in someways

as detached i am to candles

here you are

everything and nothing at all 

whereas my eyes are closed

down to the end of the path

splits both, kicks both ends

our woods here are thick

outward, inward

from out of my heart

so mystical within no pen

even though it's become

short and complete

a ghost story unknown

a fact that dosen't

want to be known

where were we before this

we cannot reverse

i don't know why

on another rose I broke off 

grows encircled in-throughout

take care of my circles

without thorns found

without horns

it falls off all so real blame the cuts

brought flowers

gathers them 

around the long straight stem

around the fresh fields

here insides this poem