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?

From his emptiness,
He poured himself in.
The lonely rope he chased,
Had become a beginning self-win.
Lights flashed past eyes,
The solidarity of the mind blowing through.
This, he thought, was nothing new,
They come they go.
Children of a new and passing age,
They fleet like the life they live.
All wash ups,
Bound with mistakes.
They curse themselves with light filled screens,
Moving scenes.
Nothing new crosses the eyes,
Except ones own desire.
A continued fire,
With that he sleeps.
And enters eternal rest,
The worlds best filled with liars.
There are no people anymore,
Just other souls filled with desire.

I must enjoy the when,
Not always all the time.
I wish to see you again,
To dance your crazy line,
So call me foolish, dumb or stupid.
Words of hate time after time.
As I know what's really true.
Seeing past the veils of your line,
Perils I set upon my behalf.
As I get close to you.
Growing up and out isn't easy,
But good things can happen too.

Enough to be written,
Enough to be said.
Is it all gone,
Now that it has gone to your head.
This passing phase which you call true love,
Is nothing but smoke and mirrors,
A blind spot in the heart.
If you go to fast and fly to high,
It'll hurt even worse when you fall from the sky.
I don't want to destroy the happiness that you hold,
But the fear I have is much too bold.

I wonder what it's like to be a face in a crowd,
To never be heard but to still be loud.
Like a ghost town with its people still there,
No matter the voice.
Would anyone care?
I can say and see,
What more can I be?
When all words disappear into thin air.

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.

From tall to short and short to tall,
Why is that you think so small?
From white to black and blue to gray,
Is it from that there is so little to say?
The height is not the matter nor is it the physical strength,
But is something so small and fragile in size.
The heart is the matter in which to fill with love,
Like a dream from above.
But sometimes love can be like a burning bridge,
Burning away what you thought to be true.
It is not enough for me to say it,
For you must feel love too.

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.

In my flight and flurry fancy,
Did someone call out and call me Nancy?
Blinded by the many voices inside,
By them do I truly abide?
Knowing what known to be true,
I can I longer see in this darkened hue.
I have questioned the rational and the irrational,
With too many questions still left on the mind.
But my thoughts are unclear,
In this darkened state of mine.

They bloom like flowers in the sun,
Holding hands and shaking fists at the world.
They travel together,
Side by side.
Seeing all they can see,
Before they die.
Yes, every day is not a sunny one,
Nor should it ever be so.
Because if every day was sunny,
They wouldn't be so close.

In this misty fog of yore,
To this life been given sore.
Nevermore in one’s own waking,
Tired eyes for the worlds own taking.
Vindictive numbers of judicial pasts,
Moving forward from what never lasts.
This word mistaking of points of view,
Can’t change another’s outlook.
Yet what can one do?
So bask in radiance of what you can,
For the hour of the end comes at everyones hand.
No life immeasurable when at small it stands,
When in this basking glow of forsaking.
Will you stand clear from the fog?
Or by its mist, be taken?

Consciously I look at you and see a bit of me,
Where thoughts drift in through happy and sad.
Like the ocean,
That's far and wide inbetween.
The ups and downs can have their toll,
As it's not always easy.
But not every moment spent is foolish,
Only lovingly.

I owe you more than you know,
Yet I the fool do not show.
What shouldn't be so hard to express.
But I play the cautious the neural side,
Where my mind goes where I hide.
What then does that make me?
A lost soul out on the sea?
My words will scatter and fail me,
And all that will be left is my actions to prevail thee.
So I just simply float on this haze and hue,
Yet at times my mind wraps around you.
Thinking, dreaming, and trying to understand,
That I need to change.
And be something more,
Than a fool of a man.

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.

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?

I've come to the point,
To where I must push myself.
In for the words to rise,
I burn and I quiver.
Cool down and shiver,
But my block keeps hidden my uprise.
Am I a poet or a parrot?
Mocking every worded rhyme,
I'm bummed and bamboozled.
At the cantankerous creations of my noodle,
Keeping up with time.
The infernal cry and racket,
Seems to muddle my internal bracket.
Where words flow like water,
Day and night.
But in this standing,
With no easy way of handling.
A safety net gone,
No more easy lines.

Ghosts,
They seem more prevalent these days.
What you thought wouldn't be,
Has it returned to its place?
The eye catches glimpses,
Of times used to be.
The highs and lows,
Does it end?
Can you see?
I can't look beyond these shadowed walls,
Blinding as its come to be.
What else is there in ones shuttered dome,
But observing what has yet to come.
Flailing and shouting endlessly.

You've said I've gone,
But now I'm here.
A voice of reason,
Reappeared.
The line you drew,
Works no more.
This silly little battle you pose,
Is nothing but a child's prose.
I the voice,
Have reappeared.
The voice of reason,
To make things clear.
What in your life do you compress?
Like all the rest,
I shout higher than all before.
So voice your reason,
And make me doubt.
Another boundary,
I won't get out.
Now listen closely,
And listen dear.
That you cannot make me,
Disappear.

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.

It such a funny feelin,
When the heart keeps on reelin.
A person of desire to see,
And all this common motion.
Laid out and fully open,
Discussions of pasts used to be.
When I see you,
My heart skiddlyoos.
And I don't know what to do,
When you know you mean so much to me.
So here's my forward motion,
A tiny boat upon this big ocean.
A sent heartfelt plea,
One you'll hear from me.
I love you like the sunrise,
Beautiful light escaping my eyes.
With all of me to you,
I wish, one day, you'll hear this too.

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.

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?

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.

She sings to a world filled with life,
But with strife comes the harsh and dreary.
Barring the bare bones of herself,
She plays on.
The sounds of sweet melodies and harmonies intertwining,
The boldness of her foray into the darkened world.
Shine, even though the bleak storm clouds approach,
Not far behind.
The only sound warranted is hers,
Keeping at bay the noise of the world.

How can I go back?
When I've been away for so long.
Is there a treaty I must sign?
Or a 12-step program I take?
Is there a sacrifice to be made?
Or a prayer not to forsake?
I don't know the answer,
It may be as simple as whats in front of my nose.
This and more,
With miles inbetween.
What do I do now?
And escape with some sort of dream.

I am alone in the crowd of many,
Recognized only by the few.
It seems cantankerous to wish for more,
But sometimes that's all there is.
And for those small moments,
At least I am known.

I am but one person in this big ocean,
Where does my place begin?
The thoughts and turns of this world,
Make me lose my head again.
Why bother when the answer I seek is distant?
Or so far beyond that my voice is so small?
Sighs,
Whatever it is.
I am too small,
For a world so big.

I can't help you with your problem,
You already have the help you need.
I'm just something that's been here before,
And live it more and more certainly.
You cry you're lost and confused,
But it's only a moment of cloudy.
I don't know where I fit anymore,
When you've up and gone from me.
So I can be here in the presence of it all,
That you've found everywhere else.
This the best of what used to be,
Gone, lost, forsaken, possibly.

Is innocence lost such a gain elsewhere?
What is innocence?
In a world filled with void and hurt,
You'd think the answer would be easy.
Part of the answer is seeing a world no longer through a child's eyes,
Seeing torment and struggle.
Feeling all of those things as burdens of weight and fear,
But is innocence truly lost?
Can not some remnant remain?
Or must everything be lost to fit in?
The world and its wonders,
Are truly truly strange.

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?

In the end,
Do not burn in your self-pity.
For the world you see,
Was never really pretty.
So burn in what you may,
No return to once what was.
For life was never meant to be lived in one space,
So bloom and buzz.

I throw myself into my head,
When the world around me spins quite slowly with dread.
The thoughts and aches of what comes by,
Why in the world does it make me cry?
My heart and feelings connected as one,
Burn me like I'm on the sun.
And there in the quiet spaces where I hide,
Myself to me I've lied.
What doubtful errors I've concocted that close me in myself?
The hidden doors and twisted paths that make more than what I need.
I am lost and afraid,
Alone and sad within my soul.
A fear of change,
A needed change.
Where else am I left to go?

And so in turn you've come to resign,
This the line that's all turned benign.
Your callous and careless,
Your thoughts all frayed.
Does a ghost like you get a voice?,
As you've turned away.
Your colored hair deceased,
Always off and on its stray.
This missed the least,
Memories haunt somebody else today.

There it is,
The silence of my suffering revealed.
I gave and this is what's left to deal,
What now do I do?
My heart buried beneath the tower I built up,
There's holes everywhere in myself.
I gave and then sometimes stayed away,
But I was always near.
I guess I now know what I truly mean to you,
No more a person.
But a shadow on the wall,
Did I waste your time the days I spent with you?
Was I no more than an annoyance?
What I am now is what it feels like,
Pointless, apathetic, and dumbfounded.
I know you warned me,
And I proceeded onward past then.
Now it just hurts,
You've silenced yourself to me.
Ignore me like I was nothing to you,
Every day of your silence just hurts more.
If this is payback or a lesson,
You've won.
I'd rather be told I'm worth nothing,
And it all meant nothing.
Than hear nothing from you,
That silence kills me.
Especially of how much my heart I gave to you,
So will you continue your silence and keep ignoring me?
Or will you say something,
Anything.
Even if it's just to say goodbye,
Because no amount of tears can erase you.
And in the end of all things,
I just sit here and cry.

I stand in the center,
A role played in space and time.
The universe bigger than what I can see,
As I play my role just fine.
But to what end I play it,
And to where I go to begin it.
Have been seemingly lost with no helping sign.

Is that all that bothers you?
The only time you'll say hello,
Say the distance will grow bigger.
If I don't stop for sure,
Well when you make no helpful move.
Are you part of the solution or the problem?
If you were going to do it,
You would have already done so.
And that's your problem,
When you say you're trying to figure it out.
Through all the difficulties,
You're just delaying for more time.
Like you had plenty left to use for free,
Now stop trying to use empty threats.
Be a big girl, use your words,
And finally talk to me.
If not, oh well, it was nice while it lasted,
A silly dream a silly love.
Time to get past it.

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.

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.

"It's all temporary", he said,
With all thoughts in his head.
No masking no forsaking no decline,
"I've given my all and now I bear this fall".
As he said over and over in time,
"So where do I sit now"?
"And get up to the sky somehow",
"Without ever falling back and being afraid".
"This journeyed life it seems,"
"Has broken my dreams".
"And brought nothing to life but gloomy rain".

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.

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.

No question is left without some answer,
And the truth buried under a lie.
What reason would you tell the light?
When in darkness you'd rather hide,
You turn and turn.
Want and snide,
You increase your efforts to be alone.
A child deep inside,
Harking back to old days.
Where the world never seemed right,
When you stop,
Is when you learn.
Left alone confused,
Crying at the side.

Life,
The simple truth.
Drowned out by the complexities of getting older,
As I see with tired eyes.
This world, though wondrous, gets colder,
Breaking from which drags my feet back to the ground.
I see the bells yet they make no sound,
What remains of this big complex life?
When all that remains is but silence in the night.

Life is worth leading,
If one could only try.
The fears of a leftover age,
Amidst whats gone by.
This the turn of the page moves forward,
And I in the words being read.
Does this reveal the soul of me?
Has my poker face shown its tell?
Nothing is for certain,
Only change keeps its course.

Why can’t I write?
Like I once did before,
Tragedy and remedy.
Wrapped up simply yet in a hoard,
What bounding breaks of wording.
Make truth simply desired not abhorred,
When words of life are ever fleeting.
A desire of wanting the same but more.

Like trees we grow from small seedlings,
With each passing moment we grow to the sky.
We shoot and sprout,
Changing evermore to reach that full growth.
Yet one day like the tree,
We will come down.
We change,
We grow,
We die.
This the passing of life and all its wonder,
Into the next we go.

**** all the things I've ever known,
Whether here or at home.
In all this world I've never seen,
Oh what to trade for a spirits gleam.
The smooth rich taste that takes the world away,
Dark or light.
Doesn't matter,
To each their way.
But here one regresses in life's scheme,
All for just a taste of liquors forgetting drink.

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.

And so dear friends the time has come to pass,
Of things of life that never last.
This troubled feature of zombified mind corpses,
Full of distracting features.
Empty road courses,
Thousands upon thousands.
No end in sight,
The road of progress leaves either day or night.
So dear friends and lifes alters,
The door has come aclosed.
The days are long,
But time is shorter.
So live,
But don’t love wrong.

In this moment I could cry,
Would my tears be justified in this moment?
A sadness overwhelms me,
Have I already lost?
Every moment now feels like quicksand,
I saw you yet for some reason you turned away.
I can't help this worried feeling as if I've lost today.
I know it's childish and may seem quite annoying,
But do you still love me?
As I love you still,
I know you well enough that this feels like a push.
Like I did something wrong or didn't stay long enough,
Childish I know.
But the worry grows and I know part of it is my fault,
I've kept myself to the side about the question yet asked.
If I asked it would you say yes?
Would you even want to be so?
I've always looked into those eyes and seen something more,
That smile I sometimes am able to put on your face.
I am glad to do so,
For in that moment and those after.
Means I was able to make you happy.
I hope to do so again and again,
Because that is what I really want to do and keep doing.
I know we have our ups and downs,
But regardless good or bad.
They are always worth those moments of joy and love,
Silly?
Maybe.
A dreamer?
Quite so.
But here at this point of my life,
No one compares to you.