The silver notes that have swayed us through our darkest hour. Permeate the room as the daisies begin to flower. Look inside for the eternal you, it's there just beyond the view. When you think you've found it, you've lost it. How sneaky you can be when you attempt to be taken hostage.

Become who you are,
you are what you've become.

Twice you may steer off course,
thrice you'll never fail.

Stay focused through hardship,
surely you'll prevail.

Whatever may be told has to be unfolded,
don't quote,
stay true and own it.

In the season of hope, it was to be,
a friendship to form,
lost at sea.

I remember the day when we would speak,
such hostility between you and me.
I ask for comfort,
though you rest in peace.
Another chance to say sorry,
or inspire you to be.

I know not what I seek,
the world is lonely, so bleek.

In my dreams I search for truth;
may my soul be worthy to plead.

Anxiety ridden,
A game not to be played.

Either face up to the fact,
or fall victim its slave.

Change what you crave,
if you who art so brave.

Another life isn't far beyond,
just after the title wave.

To me that is listening,
why such a plight?
I search through the darkness,
for that inspirational light.

Stress filled boredom is such a burden to carry,
from the ashes of suffering,
I arise like a froot loop canary.

There is nowhere to go.
Not a place unforeseen.
Throughout this land,
of mysterious things.

I wonder..
Am I to make of it a dream?
Or lie victim to its squander,
with pity to my name?

My soul thirsts for a taste of substance,
a place to call home,
cheeseburgers with mustard.

I transformed my suffering into a new power,
one that which is infinite.
One whose sensation is pure bliss,
replete of holy wisdom.
All shall partake upon its intrepid path,
for his rod and his staff shall comfort thee.
Don't you see?
Love is infinite, through Jesus Christ
who strengthens me.

As I fade, into this night of broken dreams,
I envision our souls repleted in heavenly wisdom,
devoid of hate, for you I feign.
And though I dream, I lie awake,
alone with each breath I nervously take.
Oh! How I wish you could see,
the changes you have made of me.
For surely you would know that our love,
was never once a game to me.

For the day has come,
to embark on my journey,
follow if you dare.

Where are you, my beloved?
How have you left my grasp?
Our love has seemed to drain from its intoxicating flask.
At the hour of our separation, I went mad.
My day's have been dark, and my night's oh so sad.
For you in my heart was all that I had.
I wish I was there to comfort you at times when you get sad.
If only, if only,
a chance is what I had.

Through my penetrating articulation I separate the false,
instigating my reasoning with your sad pathetic thoughts.

I knew at once what your mind had foreseen,
drenching the city with your fiery Kerosene.

I have brought the match to make light of your deeds,
you'd have gotten away,
if it hadn't been for me.

My soul is my pen, my heart its ink.
I write to you my intuition with the gesture of a wink.
Though I blink and so I write,
our love has progressed without a doubt in sight.
If only we could return to that once intrepid night,
when we sang together with our souls,
the whispers of the night.

Although you seek truth,
I disparage your reason;
look toward heaven.

From day to day I rest my mind,
from the daily turmoils that lay hidden inside.

For how has it become of our nation's taboo,
to sit down all day like social-media infected baboons?

I perceive at once,
what the ancients had described,
intricate forbode.

My spirit has been freed. No more will you suffer in greed. All are one, forever we have been. Into the night we gaze, guilty of every sin. I speak this message to those who see more, natures flux forever provoked. With the minds eye you perceive the unspoken, intuition is keen, forever devoted. Compassion overflowing in waterfalls of energy, you connect with the vibration of complete and utter serenity.

The rustling of the leaves,
who could it be?
Is it our silent inevitable fate,
creeping as it weeps?

I grab the bridal to my steed,
riding alone without a place to be.

The wind howls so desolately,
oh why must it be me,
who asks so desperately?

Further into this lucidic voyage, I witness despair.
The masses all wither from loneliness, such a dark and vicious snare.
Get to know yourself before the inevitable sweeps you like dust. If you can, then you must.
From dusk till' dawn negative thoughts aim to crush,
without a care they attempt to hinder until complete.
So bleak my words,
few will take heed.