Contrition of a Boy

Dance with me one last time, in my shadows you sit so fine.

The decade of regret pierced through my neck, I lost my voice..

so dear please know….

I do.

I have regret.

A leave but unmoved, sat and cried I did–

..For you,

The Relapse and Bibbing..

Now rain and let thee melt,

the shadow once filled with loyalty,

no more but a martyr of fear and fur.

but nothing could replace the place..

by my side you sat.

I have regret,

You were my first, but not my last.

C. B Wagner

I Thank and Appreciate Everyone for hearing this cry.

No Peace In This Piece: Slumber Kuin

Is this addiction?

“NO”

I can’t stop typing, I can’t stop thinking

New is old…but old is still old.

white turn to black

No longer soothing, here comes the itch.

The sound of nothing is daunting,

snap a toe for a lovely slumber.

“Boy you are weird”

Listen.

Why can I hear my heart beat?

Please no, It’s not time.

“Goodnight, Boy”

I can’t sleep,Damn.

“Shut….up”

C. B Wagner

 

 

 

 

 

Born Under The Moon: Zo Daka(The Meaning)

An End, So Bitter

but sweet.

Such a shame,

but so astonishing,

The end is written.

“Hello Boy.”

Yes, His soul torn.

“Scattered we are.”

The Pieces gather in reconciliation.

“As gone like he, Nothing left..”

” Though… all heeded, he laid.”

The Warmth–he loved

this summer light.

Dimmed, “but burning“

“we sat..””

So cold the flames.

“The Emptiness.”

“ALL is one”

That Call…

So…–All was complete.

“Let him speak.”

“Whimper.”

“as we weep.”

The end is written

with that Red and Black Ink.

It was a Boy.

Zo Daka is complete.

For it’s now The Fall

Yes,Time to Sleep.

My Boy.

 

C. B Wagner

As always, I Thank and Appreciate Everyone for hearing this cry.

The Opened House: Gu-onkao Heiro

Never again, Let it be said

Forever.

So desolate, sat he, waiting

Tired.

No door so a window built I

Small

too, waiting for any knock.

Nothing.

Sat they, dismal in The Starks.

Burned

How they loved the fresh bark.

C. B Wagner

I Thank and Appreciate Everyone for hearing this cry.

 

Question for thought

Would you wish away your fear?

No,not anxiety.

But The Despair you once felt.

from a butterfly to a serpent,

would you?

would you really abandon your instinct ?

“Boy you are going to get yours”

Yea I know,I’m waiting for it.

C.  B Wagner