What am I?
Just a boat on the sea.
Sailing softly with the winds gentle breeze,
I have seen rough and calm.
Soft and chaotic,
With no rest in between.
What lighthouse guides me to its safe shores?
Am I destined to ride the waves with no light?
No, maybe not, but I cannot tell the future.
You who travels paths less taken,
Those who seek refuge from the rain.
Take haste and seek quickly,
For the storm comes without warning again.
And if you cannot see, will you hear?
I am not wise but foolish,
Destitute and foolhardy.
But I will seek the lighthouse,
In order to get in before the storm.

I am the king victorious,
The jurors can plainly see.
As this crown sits on my head,
With shining jewels of glee.
I don't doubt this directive course,
As you can plainly see.
For I am the king victorious,
And you have become no voice to me.

Show me where to start,
Show me where to begin.
I'm only moments away,
From cashing in.
The road ahead isn't always straight and narrow,
It sometimes struggles to stay on course.
This of things to lead away,
And make me feel so coarse.
The ironed irony of this simple truth,
Of hated things in faded youth.
Can no longer wait in this waiting room,
Tired, scared, and lonely here.
As today is gone too soon.

A sight,
A smell.
A memories glance,
What traces yesterday's today is at best a personal stance.
Anymore to learn?
Any to forget?
Crossroads and wide turns,
Can make one confused and upset.
But let us not forget lessons learned,
Of those of growth and regret.
For if not to remember what we learned,
Then it is better to forget.

Let the sunshine filter through the shade,
Breaking the rules of yesterday.
With dancing beams of pure light,
Singing with voices of lost sight.
While rays of light show dusty bits,
I myself run out of tricks.
So as I watch those dancing beams,
I sit and stay to watch over dreams.
And as the day begins to flow into night,
Sleep, O sleep, hello goodnight.

Each tick of the clock,
With time passing on.
Every second and minute counts,
But when does time become irrelevant?
Is it when we ignore it's protruding stride?
Knowing each second and minute,
Brings us closer to die.
I have watched and wasted,
The many timely hours at hand.
As the clock strikes it's hours,
Across the land.

Tiredness,
The slow drag of life walking by.
This all ending never beginning,
Time after time.
No gumption or motion,
To bring forth arising devotion.
To perspire and prepare for the upcoming road ahead,
No energy left.
Feeling dead,
So tired and exhausted.
Rather stay in bed.

Disembodied voices,
Calling to reach the other side.
Only ending up as screeches,
No clear voice or real cry.
This the white noise,
The solemn dark voices forgotten.
What is left in the dark?
But a light left off quite often.

It's easy to stay in love with the memories,
Leaving all trace of reality behind.
With moments of joy and bliss wrapped around you,
The feeling of leaving is never fine.
They creep and crawl,
Wanting your return.
In this it's easy to learn,
How these memories ******.
Every moment after,
Time after time.

In truth I'd rather see you fully gone,
Having always been on my brain.
Incomplete with no moving on,
You call for a restart.
When even you don't know how,
I question this turn.
After the pushes you put on me somehow,
I can't accept your common courtesy.
When you painted a painful point of view,
Do you still even listen?
Or care?
As you say you do.
I will no longer stand,
On this sandy ground you provide.
You started and finished,
A restart I can't see you to abide.

I called out to the sea,
But it did not call me.
Sailing on its ferocious waves,
Seasick by the up and down.
The waves can sometimes be calm,
With a little breeze to push,
But then become chaotic with deadly strength.
I am on those seas with no lighthouse,
Can the journey be accomplished without it?
What seas do you ride?
Is there a lighthouse to guide you?
Will you make it across?
I cannot answer nor can I say,
For I am still riding those ferocious waves.

Like a colorful wave of a wide palette rainbow,
The colors gleam and shine into my eyes.
Though only blue protrudes,
A rainbow still shines forth.
And allow the words themselves such sights,
As the true range of colors remain hidden.
That even the best of the best,
Take years to see them.
I once again get to live to see those colorful lights.

Sunshine,
Radiant sunshine.
The days are long,
And I feel blue.
Please shine on me too,
This world longs for darkness.
With spots of light,
As days become unending night.
So sunshine,
Oh radiant sunshine.
How long till peace comes through?
If I should ever wilt away,
Please oh sunshine.
Shine on me too.

Nothing creates such strong a desire,
As the red-haired girl with the power of fire.
But while the day will come of counted cost,
The girl of fire will have a loss.
The father and daughters bridge broken at high mast,
Where at the end the girl and father will make their choice at last.
And though by no fault of their own,
The time comes sooner now once more.
For the choice of both lives,
Will be harder than ever before.

Here at the crossroads inbetween,
Lies the path that is not so nice or mean.
An incredulous amount of life goes into what is next,
The road laden with billows of hot air and steam.
The fight and struggle of living onward,
With sometimes not knowing what it means.
So now the choice of many choices,
Waiting in the shadows hides.
Which path will you take?
On this crossroads divide.

A door in the wall,
A roof on the cellar.
Gone in the mind,
Like a pantheon pillar.
What voice can you have,
When you're no longer seen.
Your laughter your voice,
Like a midsummers dream.

I am the old,
The ancient of days.
A fierce warrior of the weary,
Bringing peace to where I lay.
Teeth and claws,
Scales and fire.
I am the dragon that cannot be denied,
More legendary than golden hands or eye.
You can try your best to beat me,
But truth be told you'll die.
For I the Dragon protect what is most precious to me,
More truth than a lie.

Sunlight gathered raindrop,
Still glowing in its hue.
The morning proceeded past the dawn,
There's not much more I can do.
The sunlight rising higher,
More drops now settled by.
A rainbow appears brighter,
In the morning sky.
I see no reason to be sad,
For the daylight that comes through.
Shines on me even though I'm sad,
But doesn't leave me blue.
I'm still drunk upon this maddening stage,
Where life chews me out and spits me through.
But I must quit this craze,
For the sunlight gathered dew.

That possessive soul that stares into you,
Knows what hides deep beneath your skin.
As you say only the devil knows,
What sink you've been sinking in.
The skies the limit,
Nothing now can stop you.
Only until the end will you not notice,
That your just another clown.

Tyranny, tyranny,
Thy flinching tyranny.
Broken houses and broken walls,
Seeking truth in crumbling halls.
Neither blind nor deaf,
Nor lame or *******.
Can escape the destruction,
When tyranny falls.

So early in the morning,
When the sun in my eyes begins to rise.
The dawn of the new day begins,
Though what comes next is still in disguise.
The truth for the answers we seek,
Appear in places we least expect.
Drawn to those unknown spots within the deep,
Lost forever to forget.

Forgotten on a bridge,
Left behind in all this whirl.
You'd think it would never end,
But it is like a flag still left unfurled.
No longer can it be said or seen,
That the too few who know.
Now don't know what I mean,
And now with this a sad song.
Why can't we all just get along?

Oh child of isolation,
Why do you hide?
Why in the womb of a tomb do you reside?
I know the world has its ways in bringing you down,
Abating your breath when no good can be found.
Is there no hope left within your very soul?
This here is the test you must console,
Turn and change from what you were before.
You cannot live in this past anymore,
The sobering sweetness you once had.
Cannot for what was be glad?
Only when you change will there be more chances down the road,
But first you must give up and bury your burdensome load.
Or otherwise what you seek will always slip your grasp,
So child of isolation what will you do?
Will you stay this way forever?
Or change and be anew?

Is the system just?
Is it fair to the end?
Or do those with more innocent looks win?
Unjust rampages spur on till justice presides,
Long winded breaks.
So the guilty may hide,
The fight back and forth.
Won with bills and laws,
It's still so unclear to see those hidden claws.
But in the end a winner appears,
Leaving one to ask.
"Was a winner ever truly here"?

It is now we are forced to reckon with ourselves more,
As we try to return and enter again each door.
But alas a heart can barely take,
Rejected quotas of another one's state.
The burning irons hasten,
To ones icy glazing stare.
This the repeated motion,
Ending in failed flair.
What more can a fool offer to those of intellectual fair?
I have digressed almost every notion,
To which this mind compares.
Of springtime and summer moons,
Heart-filled seasons with lazy afternoons.
Is not love here and gone too soon?
A special place in one one can belong,
At times only ending.
In sweet bitternesses song.

Little yellow raincoat,
Why do you hide?
Is it better there where you reside?
When questions of you arise,
Are there no rainbows for ever after?
Stories to be told,
Directly from your pasture.
Congratulations of you in silence,
As you listen to their praise.
In depth to your past story,
A horrid in many ways.
So come back little raincoat,
To the spotlight once more.
There is still so much to do,
Like never before.

They grow up and go away,
Thought they'd be here.
But they never stay,
This lonely fool believed.
This lonely fool believed,
But I should have known better.
Better than conceived,
I hoped where I should've held.
Because people have their things to do,
Where in as I grow stale.
To disappear would be a breeze,
Where I'd rather sleep.
Doing as I please.

There in the moment arises hope,
Of caring for each other's lives.
Dancing with each other off and on the spotlight,
The ties that bind us an unbroken bond.
This is the key of the necessity that is necessary for both lives,
Seeing the world through different eyes.
Their paths different yet similar,
Their choices many and few.
What is needed and necessary is right in front of them,
Their views, their experiences, and just life in general.
Now I know what this relationship means,
And what in life I must bring.

Judgement day cometh boy,
Can you handle it?
No turning back now,
Walk or run?
There is no other way,
Rise or fall depends on you.
Breath, relax and remember,
The world is big, wide and complicated.
No one comes out unscathed,
But we come out one way or another.

Inspirational flares,
Like starlit skies.
Bring forth a chance of renewal,
Life to barren styes.
After glow jubilee,
Remorse in tow.
The forward thinking motion,
Of what you think you know.
But what is known,
Is other's thinking out loud.
The written verses word,
Shouted more than the silence sow.
So with this jump of a renewed release,
Will the motion stay forward or end up dead deceased?

So in conclusion of all those years ago,
Always dancing on the edge of yourself.
Returning to your yearning of what you long for,
Alas the scenery changes evermore.
Heart in heart believing more.

It's a journey,
One with twists and turns.
Ups and downs,
With danger surrounding all sides.
Once taken there can never be a return,
The door shut to past safety.
I have never left that door,
In turn I have not pursued anymore.
Like the saber tooth's teeth gone dull,
My edge is more decoration than a sharp cut.
Sure I am here,
But in the end I'm not.
What once was a dream to remember,
Now forgot.

Stories and stones,
Of broken bones.
Dare one as I not to repeat,
Though broken bones,
By throwing stones.
Can make one's mind be incomplete,
By their understanding,
Or their commanding.
Of lies told through their teeth,
By the end of their lies.
Under their dark disguise,
Only the monsters remain underneath.

I wait for the sun,
And its new found glories.
The day begins anew,
With so many stories.
But alas from this what do we take?
A selfishness,
A greed.
Something we don't celebrate,
A new day has begun.
With it the warmth of the sun,
So for us this day.
Let us commemorate a day of life,
Our life.
And let us not for granted take.

You and I and our similarities,
Bridge us at the midway divide.
Though the worlds soundly sleep,
From you or them I cannot hide.
I am seen through by your kind eyes,
Though how this can be.
To me has remained a surprise,
I am grateful but quite at a loss.
When in the end I pay the cost.

The night counts on,
And I'm here lingering.
I know I should go home,
But I can't leave her here drinking.
This worry that weighs down on my mind,
Always about another tomorrow.
Should I count this worry as a lost cause?
Or add to my sorrow?

The soundless city sleeps,
Beneath the quaking city night.
Though the people sleep,
Good granted dreams don't always come to light.
I have seen those silly dreams,
And they're not always full of fright.
But when no one comes to protect against the nightmares screams,
Can peace return to such a dream-filled night?

I'm the worded avenger,
The clickety-clack of typewriters delight.
These are all I have of me,
Words that don't betray and leave.
What else can there be?
But empty pages filled with hollow words,
Leave all to be desired.
For reading can lose all its love,
When all words created expire.

I am small and bare,
Lost in the unending ocean.
Where some find themselves,
When the question asked has yet an answer.
Too many parts with not enough info,
The path laid bare with facts in the open.
What do I say to that open door?
Ask to stay and ask for more,
Am I mistaken in what I see and feel?
Or is there more in what the face appeals,
Swirling moments of days lost.
Am I ready for what now will cost?
In this the true answer lies,
No more tears no more goodbyes.

From the darkness came the red,
Dancing on the Devils head.
Burning fires like the sun,
The Devils deeds yet to be done.
And when the worst brings forth the fall,
You yourself consumed by all.
As terror writes the rotting skull,
The fires of hell become too tall.
And at the end the dark remains,
The Devils joy, unending pain.

There are no sympathies from the devil,
Even less so from human kind.
Be prepared for either or,
For neither received are kind.
I leave a warning for all those who will hear,
That a time is coming to make a choice clear.
A folly is simple and will never work twice,
When the future comes forward with an unsettling price.

There are few rosy corners,
In that darkened hall.
Where things we want hidden,
Stay and have a ball.
Fear is the stopper that keeps those things there,
When nothing is done.
After awhile you don't care,
So how long will you hide from the sun?
Or from your fears burning inside out?
One day there will be nothing more to see,
For the fears you have you'll wear on your sleeve.

Don't live like a king,
Cause it can be taken away.
Lazy work,
Never fully pays.
Why do we then live like we'll live forever?
A crown can be taken,
A kingdom torn down.
Foolish are the ignorant,
For their folly will be found.
So don't live like a king,
With riches a plenty.
When you don't have any 'round,
In this tragic setting.
We learn lots to be found,
So don't live like you're a king.
And you might save yourself before you drown.

Stardust,
Heavenly stardust.
How ancient is your glow?
Millions of years,
Of your shining light.
With stories left untold,
Generation after generation.
Quasars and plasma streams,
Extensions of your darling light.
How magnificent less appreciated,
These ancients shining in the night.

A colored piece of glass,
On the ground in the grass.
Colored yellow, blue, green, and red,
Who broke it?
Are they dead?
No one knows,
Yet why should they care.
Circles and circles going in a infinite loop,
Round and round in and out of my head.
Burning with the question of who broke the glass,
Did I do it?
I can't remember,
The memories are blocked or gone,
The fear in the breath of not knowing.
The mind is slipping,
Is it going?
The glass in its broken state,
Can no longer be the one to commentate.
So I'll sadly say the point thats true,
I in a sense feel like that glass.
How about you?

Day after day,
Not a moment too soon.
The place became empty,
Just a boy and his room.
Life's struggle is daily,
Sometimes hard to grasp.
More things to learn,
Again not much lasts.
But there again I will learn in life's gracious boon,
There will still be a place.
For a boy and his room.

Like flesh on a page,
All wish to be adored.
Never ignored,
Center of their own attention.
They splish and splash until seen by all,
But there lies their downfall.
For what is given up is a pivotal point of view,
That all can see and watch.
Not a remainder of yourself out of sight,
No longer to remain hidden.
In the self created spotlight,
This touted tussle sets up ones demise.
For all to be seen,
By everyone's eyes.

What traces of life lives in the mind?
Is it the good, the bad, or the ugly this time?
I survive on the expectation that you'll still be there,
But knowing what you've chosen.
This parts left unstable,
Either true or untrue.
I don't know,
And remaining in such tears me so.
So what choice remaining do I choose?
And what in the end will I lose?
This is the battle of my minds refuge.

I am but lost time in a lifetime,
Small movements disappearing in washed sand.
I can no longer bear this breathing,
Like needles upon the lungs.
Nothing ventured nothing changed,
The fire within dwindling to but a spark.
Shapeless in a crooked shaped world,
I am but lost time.
As far as I can see,
Is life but a memory?
Or a dream?

The cross and king,
Whom gave us everything.
Asks for us in return,
Far away from the place that burns.
Inside the fear that hurts,
Bringing the dark clouds in.
Here I can no longer stand,
Only hope left in hand.