Eleven thousand years weighted heavy on his soul
The ancestor spirits keeping touch with the boy
As a protector, a stronger, of a world so cold
An angel by all rights, hidden far from his home
A runaway by nature, wanting to see better things
Paradise forever wasn't among his list of dreams
Wings open, eyes wide, casting out across the Earth
Hands would touch soil of bases, second, first
Each new sight, discovery of a different life
Imagining how he'd nurture, or maybe even fight
A strong athlete, a great warrior, or a guiding light
No possibility could escape his grasp, his sight
The stories in these books and movies brought him hope
Maybe one day, he could aspire to become a greater proof
That his life is a journey, a story to be told
But for now, he'll cradle fables deep inside his room

Maybe I am dreaming,
For so long, a wish so vile,
Oh! Despair in me, too screaming,
Like a long lost me all the while…

Maybe I am dreaming,
Silence are the words, you play.
Silent is my song now and every day.

Maybe there are left no words,
Silent even the portrait is,
Like a long dead knight, in arms and swords,
Fighting a long lost battle of pleas.

Maybe I am so dreaming,
That even, the wine taste so tasteless,
Like eyes so red, like a cry so whining,
For a wish, that too, so fathomless.

Maybe this is not my star,
Where fairies glide with a song so enchanting.
Crumbling, I am my love, yet so far,
O! Princess, you’re so piercing.

Maybe this is all just a dream,
Still I feel your fragrance around me,
It’s a futile divination, O! My princess,
Still you are, for me, so priceless.

Maybe I am just so dreaming,
For a long lost love, that I am longing,
But, how proud was ever Achilles,
To lose and die in the hands of Paris??

Candle light,
oh love
it burns within us,
roaring fires
heated from the core,
always.
Timber plenty
in our woods
hearth
worn and black,
but strong enough
to endure
many more winters.
Oh love,
our fire,
will not go out
anytime soon

Do not tell me I'm wrong for focusing on myself
I am the most important thing in my life
Without me I'd never get anything done
I'd sit in the corner and cry
like I had nothing better to do
So don't tell me to stop crying.
My tears can water even through the salt
the eye of my storm can soak an entire city of cotton
without my tears, I'd never see a rain cloud
I think that if the rain were salty
it wouldn't be so bad
we could hold our bowls outside for a moment
and never have to deal with the awkward
"hey, pass the salt please"
so don't tell me to stop crying
because my tears can salt the bones
of any animal that has ever had the misfortune
of not receiving proper information
on how to cross a road
salt is so pure
yet it stains the cheeks of the unwell
and the pure
and the *****
so don't you ever tell me
that I shouldn't be self centered
because at least I received proper information
on crossing a road
and I don't look for a light
in this tunnel.


I strike the match.

I think it was the spring
before sophomore year in
high school, a prelude to the
best and worst but I missed
that footnote. The previous
night was nice where romance
had intervened if at all possible
for 14 year olds. I should have
understood that devils come
at all ages in all seasons but
the stars beckoned summer
and your parents didn't know
and this was the first time I'd
ever been so secretive. Wasn't
until now I'd realized you have
always been a limit pusher, I
didn't understand then, when
you asked to stick your hand
down my shirt. I cannot call
myself stupid for being young,
but let's call it a lapse in morality.
you frowned, pulled back and
told me there was nothing there.
It has always been the smallest
things said that have injured me
the greatest.

Sometimes I ask my head,
What exactly is my role,
It replies rather bluntly,
How do I know, Go ask your soul.

So I say to my soul,
Why am I here, What is my goal,
Silence, Nothing but deep dark silence,
One that could pierce the heart, Create a hole.

You're asking the wrong question,
Said my faithful heart(with a hole),
Search for the right question, Instead of the wrong answer,
Maybe then you'll know where to go, Your path,

Maybe I should set out on a journey,
But i stay where I am, comfortable and bored,
What's the use, Each day brings a new question,
A new dilemna, Just begging to be explored,


You listen to me, and you listen to me good,
A little voice inside of me says,
Keep looking for answers, If time is all you have to waste,
Be strong, Move on, Don't get lost in this maze,

So I move forward, No time to look back,
With this voice guiding me always,
For once i have a clear conscience,
Long forgotten is that part of my life, that phase,

Its a carefree world now,
No more questions,
Except for one,

"Who are you, little voice, What's your name?",

"I am not one,but three,
For one cannot rule your world,
I am Your Head, Your Heart and Your Soul,
And the only reason we spoke out as one,
Was for you to understand,
Life is a vicious circle, a sadistic game,
You already knew the question, You already had the answer,
For more things change, More they remain the same."

Tears flow like a river
Down the valley of wrinkles
On my face that flood
As I cry due to today's pain

Blood flows like a waterfall
Down the cliffs of rough skin
From the cut in my wrist
That I opened due to today's pain

How can I survive today
When tomorrow will soon
Become yesterday
When yesterday could of been
The day I found peace