Slowly the sun is going downward
To a whole new horizon
To a whole new couple.
The stars are now showing
Bright from the reflection of the moon,
Your face is now shining.
With your future the night owl dances.
It sees a bright future and the trees are now present.

Do they know for what they are cheering?
For ahead of you is a monster unstoppable
The dark of the dawn as cold as the desert.
A new challenge awaits.
A snake dressed as the devil
Who tries to impersonate Gods messengers
Promising riches, fame and treasures.
Do not listen to him but run freely with the wind
Blowing hard until it reaches the end.

Stare right at his face and smile
And scream from the top of your lungs,
You are not the one to mess with
You are not the one.

Fight for your right to dance.
Dance with the night owl and the nights wind
With the branches of the tress
Smooth groove with your feet
Until the night disappears without a trace.

My brother and I fought
And I wasn’t at wrong
Or so I thought
Years ago this happened
And it’s been awkward for too long
It may not seem such a big deal
But it was resentment I’d feel
Whenever we attempted to get along
It wasn’t too long ago though
I was like eighteen or so
When…
We had a fist fight as grown men
I realize now that I always thought
He was selfish, and that was why we always fought
But the truth is… I’ve been selfish too
Thinking I was holier than thou
I want my brother back
I want my brother back right now
I’ve been okay, I’ve been doing good
On a solo mission, but I misunderstood...
The meaning of life
It’s not about strife
After growing up together, we grew apart… how?
I want my brother back
I want my brother back right now
We both know he was wrong
To do what he did
But that was years ago
By now, both of us should have let it go
The funny thing is
He still has my back
He is always there when I need him
I used to think it was guilt
Now I realize it has more to do with the relationship we’d built
Growing up side by side
The days when for him I was always ready to ride
To stand up against anyone that tried… to hurt him
He was my brother, flesh and blood
My brother, my blood
As I write this I've grown a little now
So, I have to get my brother back
I have to get him back right now.

I want to make an icicle
From rain drops
That have fallen for miles,
Through clouds
With linings of every color,
Just to crash like cars
On old shingles
Gritty and grooved with age.

Those drops would converge
As they weave their way down  
A maze of gables and smoking vents
Finally to pool in rusty gutters,
That have not been cleaned out in years.

It’s cold in December, and windy in Manhattan.
Now All I need is discipline.
I must overflow,
Precisely.

Forming my icicle like a tooth
Slowly, and from the inside out
longer, sharper.

Until…SNAP
It’s no longer mine.

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My hope is that it hits,
Through hair, flesh and bone,
An unsuspecting mind.
Instantly frozen and rearranged.

Or if not hit
Shatter close enough to move
Those that crowd below.

its storming outside
without a soul to trace
i wonder back to the only room which brings me comfort
slowly dragging my feet wanting nothing more but to fall
startled at how fast the water came out
creeping into the tub wanting
just wanting that tender touch
wanting the love i never could have
so i wonder of to the one place
drown myself in sorrow and loneliness
the love i once longed for is slowly killing me
slipping away into my secret place
a place of desire and longing that can never be reached
forgotten and replaced nevermore
dotted by the fearing of a voice
jumping awake balancing out my walk and talk
seeing was nothing racing back
without a soul to trace i ponder back

back to my peaceful secret place where i can dream and wish but never have
startled again stopping dead in my tracks
almost falling not knowing
has someone come to rescue me
has someone found my lonely peaceful place
have they finally found the girl who hides from the world
drowning herself in sorrow and loneliness
no i was just a desperate maiden
driven insane with your own madness
holding on to that last thread of hope
the hope she once shed blood for
wanting someone to find her but not wanting to use up her last hope
she ran back to where she could wish and dream but never could have
this was just a love she longed for
one she disparately craved
a love that will never be hers