A thud, a knock
A tap at your door
Will you open

There is a person
A practicing friend
Who desires to know you more

Yet will you chose
To let them in
Or for them to stay on the porch

To unlock your door
Is a notable challenge
With pains from burns and scorch

Yet is the price
Worth having a friend
Will you open the door

Will you respond
To the thud, the knock
Will you hear the tap at the door

There was a creature
With a heart of good
Knowing what's right and wrong
Yet hidden behind a hood

This hood was called
The hood of false hope
For in it was hidden all greatness
Never washed away by water or soap

The creature it tried to give joy
The creature tried make smiles
Yet over and over the hood made it fail
So it walked and walked for miles

For her an outcast
Forever alone
Forever with no one
To remove this cone

This cone of shame
This hood if dread
This lingering shadow
That surrounded its head

No matter the effort
No matter the intent
No matter the smiles or joys it sent

No matter the creature
Beneath the hood
No matter the effort
To share only good

No matter the creatures appearance
No matter its face or emotion
This creature will forever walk
For no one will make the notion

No one will make any effort to try
To make this creature a pleasant surprise
To make the creature feel at home
To show it the joy or a pretty sunrise

But because if this hood
That covered this monster
The creature is hated
Never to be, nor show, nor be shown good

I feel this yet I'm in this
How can this all be

Joy yet in sorrow
Comfort yet in pain
Peace yet in war
Fame yet in obscurity
Crowded yet alone
Warm yet in the cold
Blind yet in light
Deaf yet in sound
Wise yet in idiocy
Close yet in distance
Near yet far away
Patience in anxiety
Happy yet in anger
This is my mix of emotion
A dilemma I can't explain
How can one be in such a mood
Yet know the trouble surrounding

Here I am on a cloud
Staring over a sea
Here I am in the air
Longing for inner chi

In front of me
Is a sea of prints
Marks are everywhere
Yet I need a hint

A hint to tell me
Where to go
Where to put my step
But none seem to glow

No one print tells me how
Or directs my placing feet
No track of walking
Shows readiness to greet

Here is a sea of choices for me
In whose steps shall I follow
Im so uncertain, brave yet lost
As I sit in fear and swallow

Will I ever chose to take
A step towards what is right
Will I ever chose to make
A descision in good sight

Will I follow what I know is true
What is worth the pain and fear
Or will I slip from honest to lie
And never smile with cheer

Where am I?
I am in the dark
The deep, the cold,
The lifeless world
The depths of blackness
Eternal doom
The death of light
The toxic fume

Why am I?
Is there reason
Is there purpose
Is there sanity
The season is dry
The dark shining sky
Says all is old and sorrow

Who am I?
I am alone
I am a forgotten
Dried up bone
The lacked of logic
Skip understanding
No way to know myself

Sometimes people forget others
They kast them by the side
Never to see the person they left
The person who wishes
To with them abide

The kommon person doesn't think
To look around or about
All they wish to see or have
Is the lakk of any skar

They skan the horizon
They look for their friends
But often times
When the means meet ends
They forgot the person who matters most

They forget those who kare for them
They forget those who think life through
They forget people who's life is debt
They forget the "c" in their alphabet
They forget to see what they bekome
They forget to see the added up sum

When time goes by
day by day
You watch everyone
Walk away

Days can come
Days can go
Yet everyone
Takes actions slow

They see the fire
Burn and glow
Yet it never gives sight
Nor heat, nor light

Never gives warmth
Nor joys, nor laughter
Only burning coals
That remain after

The coals are there
Ready to ignite
If someone there
Will give the right

The darkness surrounds
The pointless fire
For its light is a lie
An empty desire

Its heat is a curse
To show you good
Then burn your skin
For bleed you should

For in the dark
Or in the light
The fire is
A source of fright

A thing to observe
But never tend
An item used for good
But then, to evil, bend

This is the fire that sill soon die
This is the fire that is done and shy
This is the fire that will no longer be
This is the fire or sorrowful desire