Peace of mind.
A breath of harmony.
Become lost, then find
the thought so free.
Discard each limit.
Both high and low.
Take a hit...
Desire to know.
The loss of fear.
A comfort so near.
Passion so deep.
These things so dear.
Darling take a leap...
The dead can sleep.
Welcome to the soul's premiere.
Meaning you shall reap.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 8:32 PM UTC
In the midst of the storm
a stronghold survives
in usual form.
It has touched many lives.
Pain and rage define all that surround.
Yet, functionality relies on destruction.
What becomes lost is never again found.
To become great, stand among none.
Loneliness is human nature.
Those at peace understand.
There lies the difference between wise and mature.
Be the island... So unlike the masses of land.
Patience, few have known.
Comprehension, few will acquire.
Honesty is rarely shown.
And happiness... A fickle liar.
But peace... That is the goal.
Enduring the struggle,
through ignorance of turmoil
while living a life never so dull.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
Complications define our choice.
Day by day, we fear.
True love needs no voice.
Each smile faithfully followed by tear.
Confusion muddles our tormented minds.
Day by day, we hope.
Yet we are windows housing unruly blinds.
We are the threads of fate, forever intertwined as rope.
Courageously we defy what others say.
Day by day, we trust.
But the ends of our rope must soon fray.
And we shall discover if such love was merely lust.
Countlessly, I think of you.
Day by day, I remember.
From your hello to my adieu...
My passion is a fire, and each memory an ember.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
We talk, but we don’t speak.
You look, but you can’t see.
Honesty is what I seek...
Yet it’s what I’ll never be.
It hurts to make you blind.
Even worse, that you don’t know.
But no satisfaction shall I find
upon sinking you to my low.
Such tragedies are mine to bear.
So trust in me, please.
This life I could never share.
My heart, you won’t receive.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
Simply a word...
The world spins.
Thoughts go unspoken, unheard.
Shutdown begins.
Anger fights reason,
ignores love most,
to defend against this treason
and all that was once held so close.
Away, far from the war
confusion spreads as poison.
One must become their own savior.
For between people, no battles are truly won.
The struggle exists within...
The heart and the mind.
Real strength is found far below skin.
Yourself, alone you must find.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
Lets run... Far and long.
No? Give reason.
For the independent are strong,
and the free fear no season.
Hardships create.
The weathered survive.
The deciders of fate
were once the deprived.
Now they rejoice
in all they endure.
For they are the voice
that was once unheard.
So away lets go...
welcoming the unknown.
Making us even more
than mere skin and bone.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 7:34 PM UTC
Slowly the winds will change.
The reminisce of this season
shall be swept out of range
without thought nor reason.
Nature holds no fear
for a life so uncertain.
All must inevitably disappear
without knowing when.
Acknowledge this destiny
facing each day
in hope another you will see
even upon losing your way.
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
Life’s complications have become as vast as the sea.
This ship shall soon bid farewell.
Oh beloved bluebird, why have you left me?
In this storm I linger, while you flee.
My heart broken with each new wave through which I sail.
Life’s complications have become as vast as the sea.
To anchor, to dock, my ship does plea.
Yet with no hope of your return,this battle I prefer to fail.
Oh beloved bluebird, why have you left me?
What irony that I fought, I sacrificed, so together we could be.
Fickle are life’s gifts however; Birthing, then killing the strength to prevail.
Life’s complications have become as vast as the sea.
As I steer through this turmoil, you fly free.
My shio directed at the ocean’s will, while you’re bound by no route nor trail.
Oh beloved bluebird, why have you left me?
This world seems boundless and I think we can agree...
You shall never again enter this moral beings tale.
Life’s complications have become as vast as the sea.
Oh beloved bluebird, why have you left me?
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
A dream so vivid and vile...
Love ceased to exist.
Happiness banished to exile,
and heartbreak left to persist.
Do dreams presume to foretell one’s fate?
Or simply explore the mind in every fabricated way?
Time shall tell, and one must always wait.
Though your nightmarish departure has caused much dismay.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
Wouldn’t it be grand
if everyday were a masquerade?
Hiding behind mask and hand...
Mystery to never fade.
Emotions to run free!
As they hide safely away.
One becomes whomever they wish to be...
As all are unseen through each night and day.
What confusion it would breed!
To never know who is who...
Certainty would quickly become a need.
Plague our world with doubt these masks would surely do.
Off they would eventually go...
As the thirst for truth is much too strong.
It is quite the curious thing however...
Honesty, without a mask, still goes wrong.
That’s the unfortunate reality.
Although a mask provides a comforting lure,
lies thrive in all that is thought to be undoubtably seen.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC