Pain in the rain.That's what I callcrying beneaththunder clouds.So no onewill see my tears.So no onewill judge me.Concealing sorrowwithin the rain has been my game.No one sees me!Tears camouflagedby the teary clouds.No one will ever knowmy true pain.Well I'm tired...

Under the winter day’swhispery glow,all is quiet here.This is my shattering.No more hymns of breath.Just waiting beside my tombstone.Dressed wildly in vines of time.Had you been a ghost too,would you have noticed me?Must death be the only way?Bound now...

I parted the curtains of my eyesand swung open the windows of my soul to the light of my life!In poured the freshness of this new life,bathed now in that warmth I've longed for. Never again to be a shut-in!Never more...

Science matter of factly, says - Consciousness doth not exist &/Yet - Twas consciousness that gave rise to scientific skies All taking place in: The mindSuch a magnificent machine The mind Somehow able & Capable. Of studying it’s own Design *** Cipher Poems ***