Two different flames, one flame

Can we travel astral?

Said someone to her.

Now he is stuck
in his own story,
so far apart,
from bad to very sweet,
from back to flying by.

They say
there is nothing
to say with the man.

The truth for them,
speaks anyway,
and the feelings
of his bitter evil, are actually
the betrayal of the others.

Gone she was...

And now he wonders,
why he ever cared so much
for another, because he,
her heartbreaker,
loves everyone. Like a mother.

Aint no mountain high enough…

aint no mountain high enough…

I still hear the echo in my heart,
carnage of love
and evil of self-love,
it's one now. To be forever,
nothing he ever was.

The stories circulating
tell that he fought
for himself, but he never
lost a fight to another.

He fought his own battle
and led his leader, to redemption.

"The flames of bonfire."

Slowing down
and knowing the bleeding,
I burned my wooden
memories
of fire in the flames
of my raging heat,
with a wooden stick
I found in the dark night
of the forest,
I touched another stick,
to make its flaming
fury conscious.

But then I noticed
that the height
of the flames,
began to grow higher
and at that moment I knew,
it wasn't my own fire.

- An lover.