I could have carved your name in fire,
Let bitterness reign as my choir,
But I lay down the sword,
For my heart has tired of war.
Love was never meant to wound
Yet it left me scarred, marooned.
Still, I refuse the poisoned cup,
I will not drink your shadow up.
The storm has passed, the ashes fall,
And I will rise beyond it all.
No vengeance can restore what’s gone,
But mercy makes the spirit strong.
So take the silence as my reply,
No curses hurled, no sharpened cry.
I choose the light the heavens give,
And in that grace
I learn to live.

In twilight's soft and fading light,
When shadows grow and hide the day,
And night arrives, so dark and deep,
A lonely feeling starts to creep.

My love has been a mighty sea,
Through sunshine bright and stormy gales,
Through happy times and bitter tears,
I've loved you through all of my years.

But now I'm here, all on my own,
My heart feels empty, cold as stone,
I long for hands to hold me tight,
A friendly face in the darkest night.

To dance with you beneath the stars,
To leave behind all worldly scars,
To tell you things no one else knows,
And find in you where my heart goes.

Let's dance until the morning's here,
With laughter loud and joy so clear,
Let our two souls become as one,
Until the night is over and done.

The darkness calls, I feel the chill,
But in your arms, my fears stand still,
Oh, gentle friend, I long for you,
My delicate lover.
I miss you.

I may forgive, but scars remain unseen. A truth betrayed, a hollow carved deep. What you shattered, I nurtured unseen. Roots of self, no longer yours to reap.  

I will not return to those chained days.  
The entity within demands its due.  
Respect was owed, but you turned away. Now the past dissolves, embracing the new.

The moonlight veils his shadowed frame. He chants a hymn without a name. The night absorbs his fragile breath. A song of longing sung to death.

The stars like sentries coldly glow,
But never answer what they know.
A heart adrift, a tale concealed,
A secret bloom the dark won’t yield.

Do not poo-poo the ****, my friend,
it is nature’s truth from end to end.
A daily gift, a humble sign,
that all is working, all is fine.

Doctors may boast of pills and care,
but nothing speaks like what is down there.
A **** a day will keep them away,
a throne-room triumph, hip-hip hooray!

So lift your head, sit proud and true,
this sacred duty calls on you.
For in the flush, life’s proof does swoop:
behold the wisdom found in ****.

My head called for my pen.  
To write of love’s sweet ache.  
But my soul turned inward gray.  
And found no flame to take.  

A silent room, a wordless plea.  
Poor me, poor me, poor me.

The shadows swell, they pull, they press.  
I ache for quiet, for soft caress.  
The world’s cruel weight has bent my will.  
Each breath I take feels colder still.  

Peace, elusive, drifts where I cannot see.  
My heart is tired, unbinding me.  
Lost in this storm, I sink, I end.  
Release, I beg no strength to pretend.