bruised and battered
i weathered the storm
clinging to an island
in the ocean of you
tomorrow i may drown
and no one will know
i am forgotten
and forsaken
i am just floatsam
on the island
of indifference
here i will reside
for all eternal
gazing out to sea
from time to time
remembering
what could have been

there is only her
she who resides at the center of all that is
in all of the universes, there is her
stars and planets turn to dust
nubulae spin out of control
gods are born
worshipped
forgotten
and there is her
to know her takes infinity
to love her takes faith
risk is easy
failure is not
to live in that place
the periphery of her
invites demons
who will destroy your soul
in the blink of a planetary lifespan
and yet
it is worth all
to spend immortality
for a taste
of her sweetest treasure

there is a place
where he failed in quest
a place where his eyes
were devoid of hunger
though many have seen his sufferings
the moon is the color of blood

there is a place
where the ****** go
to be judged
very few make the journey
to struggle and return
angels choke on his devastation

there is a place
where the injured
go to suffer
body licked by flames
the soul was polluted
the apocalypse is nigh

there is a place
where renewed strength
simply wilts on touch
he bleeds for everything changed
inspiration may die
in a world devoid of dreaming

there is a place
where only time will tell
if hell is reserved for the weak
she sways unspoken solitude
from the thorns, he blooms
autumn, and a voice found

there is a place
where the broken live another day
time and space coalesce from dust
and in form and body there is hope
a broken viking's tortured soul
wars are not won by strength and courage

there is a place
reserved for the redeemed
thine sword grows heavy
and thine eyes will not drift
for every battle there is loss
scarred hands tell the story

there is a place
where he belongs
and that place
is in her arms

four leagues out to sea
night and ocean were black
and calm
the moon rose to give shape
and form
to a crisp world
alone in the universe
in an infinate blur
the milky way winked at me
wish upon a star darling

In the garden of my dreams
flowers bloom
and die
there is a girl
who spins and dances
underneath a twilight sky
light as a feather
she moves with ease
tender as a morning cobweb
oblivious to my presense...
such is the nature
of the shapes
of things to come