I speak for thee.
I sing for thee
I scream for thee.

I am the talk of the town, the chatter of maidens
The booming of laborers, the joy of the youth.
All the voices of Man are the voices of Me. I speak for Thee
In Me, there exists all things, and in all things, exists Me.

I am the love that burns in all human, the
Desire to meet, to mark, to mate, it so primordial.
I write the songs of love, of friendship, of ardor. I sing for Thee
In Me, there exists all things, and in all things, exists me

I am the heart beating red, radiant, and real,
The pulse of a nation, the beating of the war-drum
Inflicts a beating upon Me. I scream for Thee.
In Me, there exists all things, and in all things, exists Me.

I want to see less of You, and more of Me,
And this is why I speak to Thee.

I am just a simple tailor,
Idly measuring, metering,
Stitching and sewing.
Fixing the fabrics,
And Buttoning the buttons,

But in my lives past,
I was many things,
Memorable and momentous.
Adventurous, and ambitious.
I can almost recall them all.

In one life, I sang the body electric.
Dancing, and swaying, and singing.
Songs of love, songs of life.
Songs of home, songs of heart.
I brought joy to the hearts of men.

In another, I rode a ship of heroes
Guiding and turning them all.
My men trusted me eternally,
And I never led them astray.
Adventure was our destination.

In another, I spoke for the voiceless.
The downtrodden, the derelict,
The beaten, and the broken.
They who couldn't speak for themselves
I gave them their own voice.

In another, I fought for right.
The right to think, the right to speak
The right to be, the right to exist.
I fought for a better life,
And one worth dying for.

In another, I wrote what people needed.
In my prose, they found comfort and care
They found my beating heart, my bared soul
I gave them of myself,
And they gave me their love.

This life is simple.
This life is humble.
But it's a life worth living,
A life worth loving.
A life worthy because it helps others.

I am the price you can't pay.
I am the debt you can't repay.

I am the monster under your bed
I am the demon in your head.

I am the test you can't pass.
I am the trial you can't outlast.

I am the truth you can't surmise.
I am the lie you can't disguise

I am the sun you can't outrun.
I am the moon you can't shun.

I am the slight you can't ignore
I am the friendship you can't restore.

I am the hate that bleeds you dry.
I am the tears you can't cry.

I am the lust you crave.
I am the trust you gave.

I am the change you won't make
I am the chance you won't take.

I am the life you waste.
I am the love you debased.

I am the self-loathing that binds you.
I am the pain that winds you.

I am the drug you desire.
And I am the high you require.

In the night, two meet.
Two fighters compete.

Their blades shimmer,
and their wills shine.

What do they fight for,
and what do they die for?

For the pride, or for
the joy of killing?

For the glory, or for
the taste of violence?

Ending a live is
no small feat.

To see the last breath,
to hear the last words.

To be there when they die,
to know you were the last.

Is there joy to be had?
Is it sick, is it mad?

As their blades clash,
it becomes clear.

The fun of the fight,
matched only by the end.

Two fighters fight,
in the dark of night.

Only one stands tall,
but what has he won?

And what has he become?

A warm spring afternoon,
crimson roses in bloom.
Forest-green trees,
and a slight, slight breeze.

Upon a stump, I do sit.
behold do I the birds a-flit.
Oranges, blacks, and yellow,
the joy of a coming mellow.

Sounds ring a-many,
as noises make a-plenty
The buzz of brash bees,
the wind through the trees,

The colors and sounds,
the heat and mounds.
The earth, the sky, and me,
the feeling fills with me, glee.

If red was blue,
and black was white.

If up was down,
and left was right.

If light was dark,
and day was night.

If life was fair,
and good was right.

If lie was truth,
and love was spite.

Then a world there could be for you and me.

But.

The world is round.
The earth is ground.

The dirt is brown.
The grass is grown.

And you are you, and I am me.

When you take a look around,
and watch the marble turn.
It's easy to say the world is doom.
That all we are is glum gloom.

Look at all the sad people,
sobbing in the streets.
Look at all the sad people,
struggling on their feet.

But take a look inside,
and see the happiness blossom.
From the children at play,
from the future seen today.

Don't let your views be clouded,
by the plastic lies on T.V.
When you take the world as it truly is,
with your eyes, you will anew see

The happy child, the gleeful pup.
The grinning girl, the joyous cat.
There is beauty in it all.
From the very tall to the small.

In laughter and in loving,
our true truth is made clear.
To love another is to touch the sky,
to make one laugh is most dear.

What a miracle it is to just be,
truly it is a gift worthy of thee.