It comes lifeless on the wind, then breathes into me. Cold our the bodies before its gentle touch. That quakes the earth beneath. Fills my heart in a wreath of fire, as ravens turn to doves, hatred flows back to doors and is replaced by love.

Look at me. What do you see? A boy crying out for sanctuary? I morn only myself for the life I lead.
see I ware a mask to shelter the past. To keep thoughts away who do not plan to stay. It might be lonely it might be sad, but when I meet my reflection I know ill be glad. Where ever she is, where ever she may be, I know she wares a mask just like me. Together we will chase the bad guys away. Ill see her scars and she will see mine. Below our skin our hearts will align. I can't see her face yet but I know she's out there. The girl who carried my heart all my life. Through heartache and hatred and anger and strife.
And I will thank her for saving much more than my life.

Men speak of evil. How do they know it so? Men speak of the evil that lives down below? They might give it colors and maybe a face? But its only fear standing in its place.
Men speak of angels to oppose devils down below. But they only punish men who knew evil as friend not foe.
Men speak of evil as a man or as a thing. Something that's been given life by a greater being.
Evil is a act, not one of god.
Men may speak of evil but they don't truly understand, evil is committed by the deeds of thy own hand.
no demon will credit himself of you, the evil that you do? That is a choice made by you.

I don't think poetry is rhymes, more than words locked in time. More like shadow caught in glass, a mirror that reflects the soul.
all you are and all you hold, and everything you have sold.
As shadows roll from our hands the mirror can already see our plans. Servitude, solitude, tradition, honor. Label your code or drown it in water.
Let your mirror define your soul, let your words reverberate all through time and all through space.

Look at you, you seam pretty miserable too. What to do? Sky and light we don't enjoy we stay in darkness with our ****** toys.
Let the fire burn us down, no one needs to stick around. This house is ours and ours alone, no ones welcome because no ones home.
All I need is you to stay, roll in the ashes with me all day.
We will bath in our sorrow; smile for once before the morrow.
We have no need to explain pain, or the pleasure it brings to be alone in the rain, only thing we have to know is if the rain can wash us away.

I speak of legends almost a century old still today new myths must be told.
a man from the shadows who dressed in all black he springs from the shadows to start his attack.
a hero who flew as high as the sun as is the wish of the last of krypton.
A princess and warrior as fierce as her name a wondrous woman, equal in fame.
A benevolent king under the seas, he does what he likes, and does not look to please.
A frequent flyer who has reached the stars by his lanterns light fear flees the night.
A crimson hero who speeds bad guys away, he continues to move faster each day.
A robotic man with a heart and a brain, cybernetic only by name.
A sheep in wolf's clothing more human then all he manhunts monsters his home will not fall.
A small child who thunders his name all Olympus roars the same.
A archer of the brave and the bold, a bow and a hood, a story long told.
These our the myths of 2000 A.D. real or not they empower the free.

You would surprised what breaks you now, by all accounts I am industructable, nothing harms or hurts me.
Nothing bruises or bleeds me. Nothing can stop me, nothing can rob me of what I don’t have. For nothing could hurt me like you. 15 or 24 nothing hurts like before. Before you and your golden hue, my golden haired goddess dressed in blue. My Irish girl. I used to steal the moon for you. Step outside like a movie moment, dance in the rain like we were in the notebook. We lived for night, and wasted our days. Love moon moonlight golden goddess Irish blue sunrays You were made sunsets and warm sundays. That was before the world broke. Now I’m just a lifeless moonlit bloke. I live for night still just to see the stars. I often wonder where you are. Someone else dancing in Sunrays. Who stole away our sundays? Now I’m just a hollow moonlight man.

66 thousand miles per hour. The earth spins on to its final hour, a million light years ahead of me. another bang a final shake stars above us all quake. What was our last mistake? As black matter fills my mind, as a dying light makes me blind. I pray for my salvation. A answer to this lifeless equation.

My sandman watches over me. Fills my dreams endlessly. Yes my sandman watches over me, adrift in absolvement, where gods can proudly be either here or all at once dead to me.
He is the master of my fate, and my lover too. He watches over me. As I'm watching over you.
All is endless mountains in the span of endless days. But only endless nights are what we praise.
They raise you from the dead. By my sandmans hand, and lay you to rest you poor broken man.
My sandmans got a plan that will put you to sleep.
A thousand miles of just counting sheep.
I'm ready for the dreamless deep.

But as I'm locked in the dark I I feel the warmth of your heart something that is keeping me free. From the dark prison I seek for eternity.
You just won't let me go oh no.
Your my sandman too. When I dream I dream of you.

Not everyone needs angels. But I know I need mine.
not everyone needs a savior. But all I have is mine.
Ill never force it on you. Or make you say its true.
Just don't ask me to explain myself. I owe nothing to you.
I believe in equal rights. I also go to church. I believe in contradiction or coincidence or faith.
I believe there are other ways to heaven then what's written on a page.

Only when she leaves. Only when she's lost. Will you come to realize, you are starcrossed.

Painted faces in the halls, hanging at the Windows and the walls. Painted faces smiling at me. Tears behind wanting to be set free. Faces all lined up in a row looking but never seeing life below.
The wind picks up and beckons me somewhere I can where a face just for me.

Pale stars are staring back. Useless museless life, leaves in a thundercrack.
To live without love, is to be cleansed of fire twice. Still the sting of loss, may be fire by thrice.

Its ok to fall.
But ask yourself why did you fail.
why are you not screaming?
your falling so fast.
Why close your eyes?
You can't change the past.
Why were you not screaming as they rolled her away?
Why were you silent on that day?
Is it the guilt that's making you fall?
Weighting you down?
your not wailing at all?
They all say its not your fault what happened that day.
But what's in your heart won't change as you say.
Plant your feet.
Hold the pain like a cross.
celebrate love.
Avenge all you lost.
And on your way you just may find, that you will grow stronger.
body and mind.
And the cross will be lifted.
oh you will still be attached.
But with honor restored.
Your pain will be past.
And maybe at last, you can see her again.
In a place of peace devoid of sin.

Words run rampant through my mind. Doing much more than just killing time.
I should be so tired it doesn't make sense.
the words are speaking to my demons right now. Stripping the walls of my soul.
Putting me on display. Its almost freeing I have to say.
To finally talk to my demons today. To speak not in words but through music and muse. To solve puzzles of heartache. In my mind I smell rain. Washing away all I'm about. The depression the anger, calming my fire. I wish I could scream how I felt but only in a language lost on all but me.

In the silent nights, its crawling beneath my skin. Eyes wide open I feel it there. I begin to wish in a quite prayer, the lion in my veins does not awake. For the sight of you, does make my heart shake.
drums beating in the wild, a million fireflies for you my love.
Let them keep your heart awake, let them still make the world quake.
Can you hear it roar? My pride on the hunt, blood is boiling hot as fire. Its crazy what you've inspired.

Heroes watched with empty eyes all thoughts they would leave behind. Are these answers or more questions? Angels leave with the chosen. Is even their system broken? why only I have awoken?
Who else is stranded down there?
****** broken secrets they share. Why am I feeling this isn't something I believe in?
Why should god judge a fish? Was it his wish that they could climb? Or perhaps learn how to fly?

Questions of death swirl around me.
Is she in hell?  Is that where ill be? I bear the name of crucifix. But hell and heaven do not mix.
Is this one of gods tricks?
ill take the weight of her sins if this is what it takes to win. Ill serve my code.
You can't keep her hostage from me. If she is not dancing free when I see the gates, ill tear em down with all of my hate. hell will not be her fate.
I love the lord but is it fair, the cross we all must bare?
I love god true. Please let me believe in you.

I can't stop thinking: is there someone out there? Someone who can see in the dark? I need a lifeline or the hint of a spark. I'm sick of being distressed. Lonely and love are brothers at best.
And all the while I still have a smile. A feeling I haven't had in a while I feel a change deep inside. Whatever it is, it gives me great pride.
When I meet her this time I won't hide away. Ill meet her head on, its a new day.

Have you ever seen a rose? Why so blood red? Why so lovely? If only for a day?
Why does the skin flush the same way?
If only for a day? Why do we let our love slip away?

It pours in; in words, sliding under glass. Two headed vipers pinch the corners and pull. The cut widens. I am fierce and force and fire. Salt pours in as blood pours out. Memories so black and stale hang in my mind to haunt and to taunt.
I wash the window red. To look outside but all is dead. The salt makes mummies of us all.

I looked into sky blue eyes, in her spirit a warrior cries. Showering the violet nights with angel beams of sunlight. Cold is the world when they close, the beauty of a budding rose.
Hanging smoke in the air we inhale, but we don't care. we wait again for sky blue eyes, even if at our last goodbyes.

My bones are broken yet intact. My head is heavy and my neck is snapped. The bed beckons to my shattered legs. Dreams fill me up and you wrap yourself around me I drift.

My dreams lie bare and open.
My house cold and broken. What dreams have gone in the absent wake.
I stumble then I'm still. Memories made on darker moons stir. I rattle between shades of night cloaked until the morning light. Yet still hollow is the pleasure of the sun. The slumberless nights have just begun.

In my youth I was a poet. Words stitched worlds. Virtue was the currency, music was Devine. Fire ment light, not bullets in flight. And angels were children, not camo coated knights.
Slowly age comes, and more of death we fear. Devils from a dessert land turn castles into ash and sand.
A angel on its way. But its wings are clay.
Icarus did fall, and on the
way to earth. He spoke of another, a lifetime away. About what he all ways feared. You see Dante was right.there is no reason left to fight. And a quite voice whispers near about earth's heathens. "The earth is another form of hell and the angels act like demons.

Bloated solar systems draw sharp ships aloft its great celestial sea. I am battered and broken by the shift the storm sends my body adrift. But I seek to float and be rebuilt by constellations consolidating soulful songs so sight full that a bright star might sink into my orbit and maybe I could catch some light and absorb it.

You stole my heart from hell.
And then my head on high.
you took my body from the ocean before I could die.
My arms were taken from the blades that miss them so.
My feat from the shadows of were I stood below.
my soul was from the south were I was born they say.
But my home is in the north. Were I can see you everyday.

Poor souls through skipping stones at night. What they through away is there light.
to drugs and crime and shadows of the night.
There souls skip off the waters surface before disappearing into the void.
Not like candles in the wind. But like candles without oxygen.
Simply cease. Or you will cease. Then the world will cease with you.

Where would we be if you had stuck with me, a life miles away, hauntingly close. but never apart of what we are or what we should be.

Why are my heroes less real than yours? I'm so **** sick of that stupid cliche "cops and soldiers, and firefighters up up and away." None of them were there for me in any way.
I don't give a crap if you won't follow or if I never see a "like" or a "favorite" again.
God almighty couldn't stop my pen.
So why are my heroes less real then yours?
Isn't god just as real as mine?
So shut the hell up and get back in line.
you know who was there the day I couldn't stand.
Not your heroes playing wars in the sand.
Not your cops, who were off killing kids.
No fire here, turn a deaf ear.
The ones who were there for me on that day. Was a hero in red with horns on his head. A man all in black who dressed like a bat. A solider that stood for what a nation aspires. And a immigrant from who knows where.
They taught me my morals from birth this I swear. They taught me right. They taught me wrong. I don't give a **** if you think I'm wrong.
I will write comics as bright as the sun. I will save worlds with words. I won't apologise, don't insult the fire in my eyes.
I've never questioned to what you aspired. I never met your heroes before but I respect the story's of yours in the war. Of cops who helped kids who didn't have a dime, of firefighters saving people in time.
so leave mine alone they saved plenty they have. Even if its only the life of a depressed lonely lad.

I see you everyday, the quite girl a million miles away. Head in the clouds or in a book.
I find myself stuck to your hook. And as you pull me to the shore I feel myself sway away.
I'm under your spell. Is this heaven or is it hell?  Your a million miles away. Yet I see you everyday.
A shooting star I cannot catch, the flickering light of my last match.
I can't tell if this is a broken romance. I know you can feel it too. Will our vindication please come through.
I don't want to be the one to utter: I missed you.

Why do angels fall? What dreams gone by for days to never come.
What whispers of plans do men lay pray to.
Of shadows of death in all their years, washing into storm drains in the night.
What warning sirens still call.
what god and demons lay in these vast halls.
Like shallow stone, and brittle bones I quake awake to such an unholy house as this.
So heavy is the sweat of such thoughts.
Like gallons of night in a mind of day.
Do the angels sing of such things in all their sorrows?
Weep for brothers in the war that follows?
Like memories cast iron and leather. In their uniforms of god and county.
questions howl from dyeing lips as sand soaks up the soals into warmer places that can be no better then the hell of men.
do angels weep as they fall?

My animal has to much pride. Its hard to keep him inside. I have to stick to the code. Travel with him on the road. Need to keep my lion away.
He may consume me anyway. He is fire. His roaring is burning all choice away.
only one path to follow this day.
Pride or honor? What feeds you?

The candle light people.
What ode to them that came before, whose light shown bright before the storm. The candle light people, whose flame so bright, and warm we cherish. To douse the light, means to perish.

My heart drums on. To this vengeful song.
I can feel it mutter words on the air.
yes I feel my drum but I won't beet my chest for this country son.
I can see only way to be free is to fight to the death for eternity. I'm still a slave, they still cling to their ways. Because god knows war pays.
Valhalla we fall for all our kings but Zeus killed them all while still we sing.
No Odin on high no glory in death. Heavy to hear at your last breath. Only devils will cause death.

Poems carve story's, of what eyes can't see. Colors for blind men, following stars.
It opens up cages. Changes ash into rain.
Dissolves pain on the lips of the mind.
Describes thoughts through physical force.

You fall in love never meeting at all. As if a  ghost is loving on you. Stealing you kisses as your heart melts away. I can't name the times I've thought of a poet who I loved through her paintings printed in words. Its sensual not ***** and course like the act of ***, but rather like the beat of a drum, a butterfly flapping its wings through your mind.
Ill taste your heart. You can taste mine.

The things I've seen what do they mean? Is it the universe making earth clean?
Is it just killing all that is right?
Is it time to surrender the fight?
What god or devil has willed us here? What nation and country must we now fear?
Is it a battle for my soul?
am I too ment to pays deaths lofty toll?
Is this all I can write? Songs of paranoia and spite?
Sometimes the questions are more important than the answers.

The winter worn man
And the Star kissed girl
She rained her crystalline pearls, like feathered petals from another world, and the winter worn man felt cold in his hand, and warm in his heart as she danced the heavens under clouded dark.


From above on angel slides, lights of heavens cutting wide, he would rather stay in the shadow today. Watch her dance and sway and play, And pray to god for light on another day. When stars don’t descend on weightless air, and get trapped in her Star kissed hair.

The world matters. You matter. What you are doing is important. The life you live is important. What you believe in is important. Who you love, what you like. Who you are. Everything you have been through is important. Even if there is no sense to it. Its important.
Your friends matter, your hobbies. What you write here matters.
Because it is important to you, it is important to me. You matter to someone. Just know that.

By the last vestiges of moonlight I stand peerless in my gaze, stalwart to face into the sun and fiercely brave it’s blinding rays. I seek a blazing heart like mine to match heavens and the devine. I seek matriarch, a sweet patriarch and like Prometheus to steal a spark and harken yet not darken the rest of my days.

There is transparency in my soul.
A lesser half to my better whole.
A feeling to be absolute, uncompromised by the truth.
You can't take part of me away, what you see is what will stay.
Wear my thoughts on my chest. My heart does not lie in my breast.
A final sanctuary, while In the dark I'm playing pictionary.
Trying to figure this out.
Where i may find myself trying, isn't where I lay dyeing.

Shadows grow like wildfire.  The sun falls short in the dusk hour, witching creatures fill the sky. Flying knighs on black wings bring the darkness with ungodly things. The horrors fill the the haunting hour herald by the twilight fire.

I'm still afraid.
That maybe I have been unmade, like clay back to sand.
Shadows still holding my hands.
A focal point, a keystone. Like a god on a telephone.
How should my life be if only it was minus me?
What good has come from my being? what is it I'm not seeing?
Questions linger in my mind. I'm out of breath and out of time.

My memories wash into shore. Caring me out to see the sea that is me.
Maybe ill recreate myself, as something not so sweet this time.
The sharks below begin to swim. This time I know ill win.

Violent ends to violent means. All turn into violent dreams.
enclose the walls, lock away, walk away, stay away all.
Leaves me alone. Piles of bones, past regrets. Ambulance dance to your romance.
no love is worth this trouble. Touch her again and ill burst your bubble. Cowards crawl here bullies too.
They will quake when they see what I do.
All the rage inside me warring consistently, eternally, externally, internally. Like a fraternity of sin. A battle that no one wins.
still I'm compelled to play. Keeps me alive for the coming day.
See how it is when you can't have your way. Someone's gonna make you pay. Maybe not me, but maybe someday.
Your head will hit the floor, have fun knocking on deaths door.

"You should be proud."
"He gave his life."
"A hero to the end."
The end. Two little words.  What do they say? How many brothers in arms die every day?
I should be proud.
he gave his life.
but all I feel is hate.
18 years of fighting 100 more of dieing we will justify them all, while names are carved into walls.
he made a choice still as a teen. His life was cut clean before the war turned mean.
we fight for justice, then we fight for guns, we fight for peace, but doesn't everyone?
Our country is not free. We pay in blood.
If we were brave we wouldn't be fighting the world everyday.

In what I might lack, I'm told. I don't posses a heart of gold, I have no desire to live life in the sun. To be part of a puzzle featuring one.
I seek a duet to beat back the cold, to keep the clock turning and turn dust into gold.
I seek the warmth I've wanted so long. I seek someone to finish my song.

Poetry speaks from the soul.
and the soul speaks of who we are.
I know what the words say about you.
Bur what do the words I say about me?

Storm laden eyes, of silk spun lightning.
Baked in hard night, and the warm cold of dream velvet.
Steel blue eyes. In the forests of silver swords they cut wind and wood in their gaze song, Singing silently through me. The frost fire of haunted gold glides nested upon winter kissed skin. Untouched by light. Moonlight dressed midnight saint. Alchemical colidoscope prayer. She is the essence of heavenly hyperspace. She is the princess of the Elysium ethereum.
Which hollow souls fill for.

I just envy you. I don't know why, its almost got nothing to do with you.
but deep inside I can see your light.
It seams so warm, on these lonely cold nights.
a passion for compassion, I wish I could share, instead of a mission of perdition not going anywhere.
you claim you "have no soul." But it seams to me, that through poetry your spirit flys free.
My cage is closed by choice only. I will condemn myself for all my days, fly away my dear. Please just leave me here.
Only one way I'm leaving this life. Fighting like a demon, lonely and cold in the night.
You can take your virtue and save yourself. Don't waste time on a broken toy on gods shelf.
When you see me again ill have a new cage. Won't be lonely or cold for the error of my ways.
If you visit me there with your light from above. Ill know the only regret I had was my envy of love.

There is not a day I don't hear your words, taste the essence of your soul. Watch your heart pump ink through through your mind and paint pictures on your skin. Not a day passes by when god envys the artist under his sky. How they simplify the storms and count colors in the sand. You speak in rhymes and riddles true, music flows beneath you. And not a day passes by when I don't think "your so lovely I could die."

Your orders call the rain away. They tell the break of day to stay. They send the live long nights away. They bring the castles crumbling down.
The oceans waves follow suit. Knights in armor stand salute.
The dragons dead on your door.
Shadows don't spring anymore. And on the shores our love stays time, outlasting all but granite and lime.