Would the world make as much sense
if the sunset was green?
What if forests were silver and the
dirt was purple?
          Would love feel warm?
          Would comfort be found in fear?
Deep seas of sunflower yellow
          and mountain ranges of teal
Long roads of deep maroon
          lead us to ponds of lavender
          and caves of sapphire
Maybe in such a world
I wouldn't have forgotten trust
          Would we have met
                       or
          would we only know each other
                       in strange deja vu

We ask ourselves the hard questions
(and expect the easy answers)
little did we know that life lives in adversity
and triumphs through a long struggle
no one ever told me that the right decision
is sometimes the hardest thing to do
and no one ever warned me
sometimes there isn't a right decision
i stumble, i struggle, i do what i can
the only thing I've learned
is that life is unpredictable
but sometimes (if you try real hard)
you might just get what you want

these waters move on a token shore

twenty-some-odd stone steps down

not so far from my home door

rests a weary beach of grey,green, and brown

the old sun sets gently tonight

a world that has long forgotten what it means

washing a world in warm golden light

we live on the other side of vast ethereal screens

hope is barred from trespassing

time has stopped its changing

Spite is as effective as poison
(and vengeance as heroic as genocide)
Hypocrisy is the GREATEST evil
Hidden invisible fear of truth
it boils and seethes
Biteandsqueeze
and drains the life from hope
so much time is
$pent
on appearance
That we forget what truth
L%ks like
What colour is truth?
I only smell lies

Over the edge of the bluff lies a distance. It's lost,
deep and consuming.
I've clawed, fought, and surrendered.
Loss turns to despair, despair to hatred.
I hate you and your fears.
Your fears are my fears, and the dawn reveals a truth.
We believe in the truth we neglect. A wind is a whisper, a gale
a shout.
My fear is a breeze, keep your ear to the wind and you'll hear me

Through a window shuttered by blinds
a cloud rains a torrent on the mountain.
Blues, Grays, Silvers, and Whites cascade.

A tree begins in noise, settles in silence,
slips between my eyes in greens and browns.
The wind whistles a dirge seen in waves and bends.

Life flutters and whistles, ***** and sings
I've seen it all in colours.
But now it's all in greys and blacks.

Once upon a time when we were all birds
the Sun and the Moon fought in love.
With an eclipse it died in a sliver.

the good will fall
                when we eliminate the evil
careful wrought balance
                dashed upon the rocks
and so our paragons
                our storied heroes
entomb their hearts in dark places
                and sink with heavy burdens
the natural harmony must
                be preserved at all costs
new demons for new heroes to brave
                the scales can tip
and level once more
                 in victory we found defeat
betrayal, a sour taste in our mouths
                 but in defeat we found courage
bravery, hope in darkness
                 never forget that what is high
can always fall
                 and what is low
can always rise