If you give a king an army,
****** war will besiege us.
Power is all consuming.
If you can, you will.
Isn't it your god given right?
Well what are you and your god
going to do when everyone is dead?
Your war has wrecked this havoc
and it is time to bring it to an end.
There is no nation to rule
when all your citizens have been
sent off to die in battle.

I never could tell the difference
Between love and lust and hate.
They all combine into
a mess of pain and fear,
But that's all I have known
for love to ever be.
I mistook kindness for caring,
Made some wrong turns,
And found myself in Stockholm.
Because I could never tell the difference
Between love and lust and hate.

Poetry isn't about the words,
Or the emotions,
Or sounding beautiful,
Or looking smart,
Or knowing big words
Like ephemeral.
It isn't about alliteration
Or similes and metaphors.
Poetry is about what it doesn't say.
The silence between the words,
That's what matters.

Won't you come,
come dwell in the shadows?*
I've always found the night
to be far safer than day.
Live in the shadows,
embrace the darkness,
you needn't hide away
when the world is dark.
Dark is cozy and safe,
Sunlight is so harsh,
never gentle anymore.
Won't you come?
The shadows are so enticing.
Love in the darkness,
Where you will be safe.