To the phantom girl I admire,
Who’s heart is center to desire,
The love, the one, for whom I do rise,
I surely do love your what-colored eyes.

The way they sparkle in the setting sun,
Or longingly hold the moon as the one,
Too look up to, adhere to, adore,
I love them like always, maybe, for sure.

Just as I love you for all that you are,
A “what if” kind of joy, a gift to my heart,
For all your perfections and wants that I see,
I’ll always love you, forever, maybe.

To know the touch of sweet regret,
Is to wish for time to give and let,
So lighten the sands and please regress,
Back to days I can’t forget.

To see the memories ebb and flow,
From face to faces I do not know,
Still etched within and laughing so,
Oh please dear years, just let them go.

I’ve asked for time both small and grand,
To stop it’s ever-onward plans,
Though seconds, hours, years have spanned,
Rewind the clock and ticking hands.

On life,
On death,
On me,
Ennui.

To move from dream to dream,
To think and recollect,
To drift within the stream,
Of life and then to jest.

How everything is clear,
How everything is grand,
How the world is sincere,
That never still it stands.

To curse the state of time,
And watch it slip away,
Perceived by the mind,
Ennui, just the same.

On we to our dreams,
Of platinum-plated wants,
Wether small or larger things,
Ennui, to the lot.

The only crime I was ever guilty of, and the worst one to date, was waiting too long to say I love you..

Like the sun loves the moon but watches it pass by every day,

Like the angels so awe-struck by the beauty of you, there are no words to say,
Like the sea rising up to meet the shore only to say goodbye again, I waited..

I waited on what my heart knew was the right call,
Because I have fallen so many times before.
But you have never let me down..

And so today I say I’m sorry,
For I stand accused and on trial for the greatest crime a heart commits,
A love never known...

Here me when I speak,
For I am the hidden king,
The advisor of the strings,
Which control this changing land.

By my own hand,
And in my own vision,
By my own right,
And slithering decision.

Your future is decided,
By my light-hearted words,
In a world so divided,
By kings of pawns-worth.

Let no man go,
Unpunished for his deeds,
His just reward or woe,
For twisted acts of greed.

Let no man decide,
That he is above the rest,
For it is only I,
Who holds the very best.

Of interest, of heart,
Of all that falls apart without my say,
I hold the strings,
And my fellow kingsmen  obey.

For it is I the advisor,
Who understands the truth,
I am the king’s decider,
My word is absolute.

If time is truth then let it be,
Absolute by fates decree,
For time moves on and here we wait,
For time to lose it’s moving state.

And in our grace we do declare,
Time’s swift movement is unfair!
And so we hate and twist and turn,
Always longing for time we’ve burned.

But in our wait we forget our ways,
Of moving on to better days,
And so we lose what we hold dear,
Memories made, most sincere.

And by the time we see our flaw,
Time has passed us up in awe,
Of grace, of beauty, of truth absolute,
Time cares not for wanting youth.

5 hours into day,
5 hours restless and awake,
5 hours be the length,
By which thy mood is tested.

If by 5 hours you grow weary,
Then the day shall drag,
Dreadful, dreary,
Let there be no mistake.

The stakes of the day,
Are easy to misplace,
To ask time to wait,
Is a laughable thing.

Yet still we say,
Why not do tomorrow,
In exchange for this day?
And our restless souls turn.

Filled with dread for tomorrow,
As we never learn,
That 5 hours in,
We start again.