A breeze washed over the shivering hills allowing them to rise and fall like a mother's gentle hush Quieting the sun-rays to curl within the drops of dew and nestle atop the tree scratching flight upon a beating butterfly and dispersing amongst  spinning  auburn creeks. The wind gently tugged at a mass of wild hair Strays unraveling as invisible fingertips danced through the songbirds lullaby. Fingers lost in buttercup sand eyes merely resting where the sky meets the earth laughing in colorful shades and spinning in the watery sunset. I have found happiness.

The storyteller is lost in us Don't ask me where he went I see his traces in the words you write But his power is truly spent And all I see now is meaningless Words made simply for the thrill Belted out by a literary killer  Monster, looking for a fill.

Follow the thought as it hops away,
into the deep dark hole.
Let curiosity lead a spring to your step,
to chase after the unknown.
Endlessly, endlessly let yourself fall,
into the vivid black.
Either choose to change or stay mundane,
for there is no turning back.

Run, run, into the fields,
where ideas bud in the plain.
They sprout and grow and wither.
Better pluck a few good ones to save.
Wander until you know where to go,
for Anywhere will never do.
Morph into the form that you wish to be.
Do not hide in your cocoon.

Be deaf towards scarring words of scorn.
Allow no one to take your head.
The day the dreams you have become not your own,
shall be the day your Self is dead.
Remember that thought you followed,
away from the world of bitter hate,
and stumbled towards the world where people learn to love
themselves before it was too late.

Fall into the madness.
Question not where it leads.
Follow no path set before you,
or you'll never be set free.
Forge your way of Madness.
Do not be afraid, my dear.
Have no fear, no one will judge you,
for we are all mad here.

I approach the room
Just beyond the door
Darkness
Always looking for my love
Cobwebbed walls look intently upon me
Admonishing
Urging me
Run
Yet I will not leave without you.
The moon peers
through a broken window
Casting its blue light on my pallid skin
Blood red lips yearn to kiss you
Fingernails painted the shade of death  
search in vain for your frail shoulders
Wine on the mantle
the color of deep crimson  
A half drunk glass
A knife
A scream
I will never leave without you.

I don't think I ever told you,  how much I appreciate the things you do.  You have been there when I cried,  and always known when I've lied.  You taught me how to read and sing,  and punished me when I did the wrong thing.  You were there to tell me goodnight,  and always knew how to make things all right.  I look up to you, Mom,  and I love you very much.  I don't know what it would be like  without your loving touch.  You will always come first in my heart,  no matter how far we are apart.  Mom, I have not told you,  I don't know where I've been.  You're not only just my mother,  you're forever my best friend.

He was chained to his transgressions. He could not escape the evils he had done. The shadows lurked around him, waiting to strike if he made any attempt to escape, and if the darkness made its move, he made no attempt to resist. Nameless was he. Does it really matter? He hadn't seen another person in years, let alone made any sort of human or social contact. The darkness was his only companion, but a better term for that would be his keeper, his master, his captor. He was trapped in a world of mind games and lies. He could not get out. A ray of sunshine broke through the clouds and shone on him, but he cowered under the presence of what is good. He could not turn back. In his eyes, he deserved the torment he had subjected himself to The self-imposed exile was agonizing, but it was the only option he would accept, nothing more, nothing less. He closed his eyes and, for the first time in years, breathed a sigh of relief as the shadows welcomed him, devouring everything in his essence.

She tilts her head with her smile
with her unique style.

So persistent with her dance.
That it's so happenstance.

with such a voice.
that we all rejoice.

Hear no, speak no,
See no evil or any
Such thing; though
The taste is tempting.

There are many
Others; a deep
Many that plenty
Sold their soul to me.

I've met men
Who cannot find
The precious end
That escapes them.

I've met eyes
That cry tears
Of empty lies
And sweet release.

Faithless fools
That struggle to
Prevail; spools of
Fate will bind them.

Ancient power, have
You heard of me?
Perhaps not; slaved
Spirits hear no evil.

Black hands and
Black arms caress;
You may stand
Against and with me.

Invisible to you,
For if you saw me,
Then I, through
Your eyes see evil.

Your fear is vain;
You are safe with me.
The taste of your pain
Shall only be mine.

They speak of me,
Yet they do not know
Of what I might be,
For then they speak

Evil.