The sun rise, shine and set
The leaves are green, orange or red
The sea is calm, stormy or frozen
Water is lakes, rivers or oceans
The soul is living, regretting or dying
Hearts are breaking, healing or lying
Your eyes are lively, luminous or bleak
Our minds are mad, tangled or weak
I find that everything is constantly changing
but it seems that only I am perpetually unchanging
Her rosy cheeks were red just like her lips.
Her laughter gave light but her grin was coy.
With dark midnight hair that grew down to her hips,
And eyes set on a handsome dark haired boy.
His wondrous eyes gazed o'er her pale sad face.
His heart was set on an other sweet girl,
A more free soul with elegant grace.
She could not compete with her golden curls.
Pondering all day that he'll take her hand
But leaves her restless and singing the blues.
Hoping one day he'll see and understand
That all those grins and talks were more than clues.
Sitting by the keys when she's feeling down,
She'll belt her voice and produce her own sound.
In the twilight light
That casts shadows in the day
The cold creeps at the October edges of my single pane windows,
And seeps into my cheaply heated home with newspaper insulation
It catches my toes, and walks up my white hands and reaches for my face by nose
The cold grasps firm and goes deep
And in the chilly dieing light
I found a picture of you laughing, tucked into a book I was going to give you
Suddenly I am dragged back to the moment when I fell in love with your soft indian eyes.
And your freckled cheeks drawn in an eternal smile
I loved your black hair and your carefree way
The cold is not cold enough for this,
I open a window and the back door.
I finish my drink to the whiskey sharp bottom,
I cast off my blanket and sit as wind comes in.
The cold is not yet cold enough
I add ice and vodka to my drink
Hoping for Russian absolution
But in the freezing flesh core of my sad meat suit,
As the temperature drops to negative numbers
My stupid heart still beats for you
And the cold is not cold enough for this.
Talking to you scares me;
Not because it causes pain;
Not because you're just too different;
But because it feels the same;
You make me smile;
You're making me believe;
That the world isn't lost;
And I don't have to leave;
But its two different worlds;
Montague and Capulete;
We are like the rewrite;
Of Romeo and Juliet;
Where their hearts didn't touch;
And their eyes didn't meet;
And they lived the rest of their lives;
With a hearts lonely beat;
Like chess we are at check mate;
Checking for another fate;
As I look to my king;
I'm your queen to take;
I love not for the way;
You dance with my angels;
But for how at you name;
All of my demons fell;
I'm worried about this;
About how much I care;
Because there will be a day;
When you are not there;
Its happened before;
And it'll happen again;
You will get up and leave;
When you have nothing to gain;
I said I would fall cautiously;
But you tripped me heart first;
So now I'm spinning in colours;
And music that bursts;
Dreaming of moments;
That will never be real;
Because I'm re-learning to love;
While you're just re-learning to feel;
I'm just hoping this isn't a remake;
Of both of our pasts;
That broke both our hearts;
And tore both our souls
We live in eachothers shadows;
Because we know the fake light;
There is no pretenses here;
Just our feelings without sight;
I know every part;
Of your dark twisted soul;
Just as you know mine;
And know we aren't alone;
So we'll fight all out demons;
And we'll dance with our fears;
As we balance our lives on a string;
As we hold back the tears;
We'll be broken together;
As you hold together my heart;
I'll keep healing your soul;
Not together, never apart…
The Enemy comes to
Steal, kill, and destroy
But before he plunges you
Down to the dark abyss,
Your ultimate defeat
He will cause you to, to, too, toooooooooo
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He will set a feast of lies before you where
Every sweet, delectable crumb
Is poison that will
You from your head down to your toes
The poison won't
Make your ears deaf
Or your eyes blind
It will seep in deeper in your system
And cause your brain to harden
And your heart to grow cold
It will inflict hallucinations
And bring your conclusions to distortions.
To hunger, poverty, you will say
"That happens everyday"
"Everyone does it anyway"
"That is normal, usual"
"All is just the way it should be"
"Everything is ok"
So now you will fade to
And your life will end
Into mere existence
And so now you will drift
This aching, weeping world
That you've tolerated
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I was walking tonight,
When I stumbled, across
A bird with a broken wing,
Lying, twitching, on the ground.
I had travelled this path
Almost a hundred times,
Taking in the night air,
Listening to the sound of nothing.
Never had I thought to look
Down, down at my feet.
Where Man and Earth meet,
And fallen souls lay strewn across the ground.
Tonight began as most
Days and nights do,
Ambling along, with my usual
Ignorantly blind caprice.
Then, into my heart,
As if a whisper from the stars,
The melancholic song
Of a fragile soul did enter.
Though faint at first
Its mournful seed did grow,
Until the aching muscle could
No further onward go.
Down my gaze fell
Resting beautifully on her broken wing.
But a pain like none before
I saw deep in her eyes,
She, a flightless bird
In human guise.
Placing her gently
In my soft palm,
So there I did heal
Her fragile arm.
And together we sang
throughout the night,
Wishing our harmony
Would the morning fight.
But knowing all too well,
That men dwell on Earth
And birds soar the Heavens,
We shared one last embrace.
As stars began to fade
The shades to recede
So forth the light
And then to the morning sky she returned,
But here, in our breasts, was Love now confirmed.
He looked me in the eyes and said, "what do you wanna be?"
Looking down was the only direction I've known,
before I knew that sentences could end with question marks,
instead of periods.
He looked me in the face and said, "what do you wanna be?"
The smell of old chairs around a wooden table and the sound of
gossip from the floor above.
This was my life and I always pictured it in italics,
aligned to the left and initials on the bottom in bold.
He looked me in the soul and said, "what do you wanna be"
Music was blaring and I could hear it in my chest.
The day time collapsed and they told me this was the beginning,
though it was not the day I was born.
I flipped through an old black leather book and found the letters
I wrote to the boy across the oceans.
He looked me in the heart and said, "what do you wanna be?"
I told him I wanted to be the person to change his mind.
I wrote my ideas in that black leather book,
with my initials on the bottom in bold,
and his love in italics.
The hands that stretch, the feet that glide. The ability to see, the strength to withhold vision. I was stuck in shades of dark and filth. I was burning in the passion of the sun. I heard a truth that spoke life. I heard an angel say dive. I took a chance hoping I would fly. I jumped thinking I would bounce. The fall was humanity and life announced. I fell into an ocean of truce. I found creatures bad and good. It was a war, a fight for power. They were corrupt lifelings looking to be kings. They felt like gods eluded by the ring. The ring that controls all things. The orchestrators of lies that kill. Kill the freedom of the mind. The orchestrators of a world that enriches so-called kings. Blasphemy is the order of this world. Pain this world brings. A world of treacherous kings but all nothing without the power. What was the power? A spoken idea a woman a lump of gold? It was the fear! The fear instilled in souls so to inhibit freewill and limit conduct. The power that tarnishes the human soul. The power that bars the mind and hides the truth that one must face. The truth is his identity, the success of his identity is serving his purpose. The realisation of his purpose is dependant upon his surroundings. Surroundings are walls that limit his will and remind him that all he can be is nothing. The fallacy that man is the illusion and the kings are the truth. Scaling walls, browsing I saw that they were fighting. Protecting an order. Fighting for a world of lust, confusion and weakness. Where the kings are gods and the weak slaves. I spoke once and said that I am the vision and the truth I speak to the weak that need healing. I have body armour but no weapons. I have a reason to fight but no weapons. I have weapons but no army. I have an army but the soldiers have tainted minds, no feet and only one arm. An arm that remains stationary, erect and held together. It was the fist that represented the power to stand. The fist that represents immortality. I found hope, I found belief in the little weaponry that lay in my hands. The invisible truth I protect is the heart of my soul. Embracing I know I am what is real, Embracing I acknowledge the dangers of reel, Embracing the truth I know that I am the power and the power is me. I opened my eyes and saw the world as the waking of the day when the sun rises. I found relief in knowing that I am no longer hiding for this power is for fighting. Fighting for the will, fighting for man to be free. I leave the place that was confining, I leave the dust where souls burnt hide in, I scale these walls and glide, I use this power of liberation to display the truth that so many saints have protected. I allow the showers of the night to heal these wounds that leave me infected. I stand in refuge, I am a ghost, I am a soul, I am man, I am the power.
Controlling force of crows that crave
to taste the grey sky with wings of velvet black.
A titan expanse destined for their flight.
The scarecrow shudders, confined and cramped,
as the birds shadows embrace his cropless field.
Gun-armed farmers, beards the colour of snow,
shake white knuckles towards the mass of black
that do not fear their killing machines.
Contrast of life and death;
meaningless in the eyes of the revengers
They do not forget.
They do not submit.
Masks will not shield you from their attack.
Not even blood-spill of brothers can prevent
the ominous thirst of the crows.
great powers are present
as i look trough my nicotin stained eyelids;
the storm of the century is here
others open their eyes
swans are leaving;
yet i stay
i´ll measure the ice every night
until it´s strong enough;
carry me to the spring