A grey sky, a little rain and long way home
Only a shirt, the faster I walk the colder I get
A flash of lights , a brighter smile, a hand out too hold
Its about to get worse, aren't you glad that we met

A quick drive, with quick talk as the sky outside weeps
A reverse park, an open door and a green welcome mat
A warm room ,the smell of food, says please take a seat
You must be hungry too , aren't you glad that we met

Soaked shoes off,  nice cup in my hand and  we are talking
Feeling happy, a little tired, on the table my cup is set
Are you strong,yes I say, let me see, shirt off I'm shaking
I like a good strong boy, aren't you glad that we met

A short walk, a new room a nice bed and I am sleepy
Bed is blue, cardboards white, walks around me like a cat
Says pants are wet take them off , says my shy is silly
Take a nap don't be scared aren't you glad that we met

Lightning flashes, thunder booms, an man and a child
Both in a bed, a hand on my cheek, says not to cry or be upset
A little sound, a lot of pain, that drink has made me mild
Now inside you are warm too, aren't you glad that we met

If there is one thing I have learned on my travels,
it is that
the currency of eternity is the fingerprints you leave on the fabric.

The slow imprint of a million miles walked. Set free your timid heart and
leave behind an outline of an essence.

An amorphous mold that denies the shape of the world around it.
Be a surprise.
Let them label you a miracle or a sickness.

In time they will come to realize
the edge of the world is a place to dance.
Reach forward, and gift sound to silence.

I think He danced
I think God danced when his first creation looked up and  smiled
When that first being realized that it held all his love
He must have danced and danced for a good long while

I think they dance
When the universe births a new light in its darkness
When a new star flares so bright even lighter then it's elders
And planets and moons dance in circles around its radiant brightness

I want to dance
Like God I want to be overwhelmed by joy as I dance forever
Like the stars I want to rejoice and dance around perfection
But if I was to dance , I would only dance for her

If i could dance
I would dance to your heartbeat, the rhythm of your life
I would dance to your laugh, the symphony of a beautiful soul
I would dance to your words and dance through the whole night
I would dance for you, for your melodies have made me whole

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I wish we could share burdens among us
Share whatever has our shoulder shrugged and our backs bent
Distribute that weight until it's as light as a bad dream on a good day
Chip away that burden with every smile and nice word received and sent

If we could share the darkest parts of ourselves
The passage ways, corners and closets that play host to our tormentors
Battle together the pull into the void that calls with promises of peace
Attack those spaces , bombard them with light  even to our inner centers

But I cannot share with you all that brings me pain
Yes it would be nice , but it cannot  be true
To give you one of the demons that have found a home in me
To make you feel what I feel could i still claim to love you

I am sorry, but these nightmares are mine and have been for so long
Not even the heaviest rain that hides and washes away tears
The rain that eventually stops and brings light home
That rain can do nothing to soothe and calm away this pain and my fears

I can't say if I am showing strength or something of another sort
But I will fight my void, shadows and demons on my own
Though I want to ,I cannot take your hand in support
Because when the darkness eventually takes me,  let it take me alone.

Invite me to a masquerade held in a large hall
Most guests would be in suits, those you can see
Almost all are dark males, all quite are tall
All can't dance , because all of them are me

Few in this hall are some of my peers
One of me in a mask basks in their wonder
To them this mask is wise,and one without fear
The face behind though is foolish a coward and a blunder

Few in this hall are some of my enemies
One of me in a mask delights in their distaste
To them this mask promises violence with energy
Behind is the face of exhaustion and no anger to trace

Few in this hall are some of my mentors
One of me in a mask  indulges in their praise
To them this mask is one of potential and future
Beneath lies the face marred by failure and laze

Few in this hall are some past lovers
One of me in a mask savors their longing
To them this mask is a story with a knight and a tower
But beneath Is the face of a lier gifted with talking

Few in this hall are my fellow Christians
One of me in a mask flaunts his humility
To them this mask is of true religious commissions
The face behind long faced spiritual sterility

The last in this hall are my family
I face them with half a mask of strength
To them the strong half mask, and the true half face of apathy
The half mask hides a face exhausted with it's life's long length

It's all a game , but all games have a how to play
If life was a game , where are the rules we live by today
If we are players , where are the judges with the final say
Is it because it's all a game that you treat me this way.

Fine ,it's a game, what is the reward though
What can be so worth tearing another person down so...
What joy do you feel as you stab with your smile and let my blood flow
What logic is there to your game,I'm desperately trying to know

It hurts to think about how much fun you must be having
I'm ashamed of myself for the joy i get from knowing what you are wearing
A real player of this game would know better than lay down all his cards
Only for a prize that he will be sharing

To be honest I'm really **** at games, I still hate to lose
It seems the only way I win is if first place came in twos
It's possible im not good enough, but I no longer know what is true
The truth is Iv never been a player , I'm no match for you

What are you after my dear , and is it really worth my pain
Is your sleep only peaceful on the bleeding hearts you've claimed
Are the words IV heard true of the player with many victims slane
If so I am blessed ,at least I was able to add a little to your fame