Weaks in The Yeah

Another cycle like another tide
Penning memories on a Moleskine
Laughter that rose only to subside
Victories turned to losses
With the miseries that inflicted us
And devils that would sit with us
Or angels that would comfort us
And lend us a place to smile
Perhaps a wing to cry on for time
Even make weeks pass like days
Vice versa in a lonely place
The losing of a homely face;
The sunlight appeared on a timed horizon
As we wait for the fragrant rising
And hope for a twist of fate
The sun rising
Illumination of our regret
As opposed to who would eulogise
Their heartbreak
The melting of frost that covered sorrows
Now longing for content tomorrows
An opening approaches
The prayers we may begin to send
In hope that the calamitous may begin to end

These Messages

Let it be felt
By the hard of heart
In their heart of hearts
Let it be seen by the harsh eyes
In the hue of hard times
Or one's wearing hearts on sleeves
Slightly understood, or properly perceived
By the people purged pure
Or the rightful wrongdoers
Saintly sinners
In the sewers
Or even the tall tenements
In the sky refined regiments
These fast or slow sentences

Smirking at the evidence

Of words far from effortless

As they spew from a tongue 

That before this begun 

Had a heart space for drums

The melodious and rhythmic

Mixed with

Verses of aggravation, my reverence

It still did

Much to produce

And enthuse

These messages

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