A bed of thorns

will it be better when I go, will it be better when the sun's coming home

will it be better when dawn is by my side, will it be better when 

from a bed of thorns I rise

and the thorns, they've cut deep, cutting of my breath to breathe

when in the morning I rise and al my dream does is die

But then I see the day forever cloudy, but I'm not gonna break

sun always comes at midday, till the evening arrives, clouds

will drift in briefly side by side, as I sigh

bringing in my dreams as they are bled throughout the night

crying out to a lonely morning as the night on them has died

so,...will it be better when I go, will it be better when the sun's coming home

will it be better when dawn is by my side, will it be better when from a bed

of  laughter I rise

When the night is lonely

I love it, when darkness is near

and its cloak descends on me, soothing my brain

when the night is lonely, looking forward, to a morning

about to join him.

(c) JR. 2026

Brutal force

The left does not reason with words

The left reasons with brutal force.

JR,

What its all about

walking on, quiet with no sound

listening to the wind, calm not loud

a sun withdrawing untill its light goes out

wondering about love, what it's all about

love, it has no sound, it doesn't shout, 

it's there growing, sometimes fading out

it has no answers, it just fools around

no commitment, no loyalty, it has no sound

it speaks loud when you're not around, enjoys

all those variaties, all of a sudden it has a sound

surfaces in broad daylight, looking at you

you don't shout, walking away, with no sound

now knowing what love's about

knowing what peace of mind is all about

(c) JR. 2026

Under a burning sky

when I walk through the fields of my memories

wondering if still there's something I missed, knowing time

can manipulate places, where dreams reside

leaving you with dreams constructed out of pieces

never real, never there, a myth buried in a corner

of your mind

so,...walking through those fields of truth and trust

memories lying by its side, picking them up, one by one

I am surprised

when time's giving me dreams and memories in real time

leaving me with a truth, I never realised, as the skies, they can be lonely

walking under its burning sky

(c) JR. 2026