dormant roots...

This one was a combo of me and Jags composing together!!

Can you fly high holding your roots?

maybe you can, if your dreams have wings,

And these roots of stone spread the deepest cracks,

in parched groundholding for ever the dream of fruit,

and in those deepest of cracks, lie the deepest of wounds,

that'll never see the light of the day...

will just lie there in the cracks,

will just die there in those cracks...

and yet the roots remain...these forgotten roots,

lost of purpose that once destined to sustain,

hardly pertinent...keep feeding memories,

hunger is avaricious...and yet they remain as strong as ever..stay rooted,

it ought to get worse, unless...

unless a shower soaks these roots, nurtures it back to life...

giving back to the world a beautiful plant,

a plant that the sun had scorched down back in time...

but the roots remained...dormant...but alive...

pearls of thoughts

An oyster in the sea,
Thy thoughts that flee,
Thoughts that flew in the depth of the sea,
And turned into pearls,
Waiting to be found,
Waiting to come out and touch the ground,
And then fly high in the fresh air,
Pearls of thought in my mind,
Leaving the dark pearls behind,
I throw the bright ones around,
to be searched and found...