Writers, writers, writers,
And not so many readers.
Who do we write for now,
With more creators than feeders?

Over used ideas
And under used thought;
Creating for creators —
Crap, there are a lot.

"Like this!
Like me!
Like us for what we are!
Our originality!"

We all make crap.
Just some are better at polishing;
While what's good we end up abolishing.

Why?
Why are we afraid to write from our hearts?
Why do we hide away our love and truth from the world?
Us who are afraid to sell out —
We are the true artists, but so full of doubt.

Diligent . . .
                     . . . but increasingly self-destructive.

At the end of the day,
The children play
In the fields of death;
Slowly taken down to rest,
Beneath the tall blades of grass
That hold the moments from the past.
This field full of young growing old,
In time they’ll all lose the flame
And fall to ash and ember:
Like the rest of us, the same,
Struggling to stay lit for a little longer.

This is my love
Written on this page
This is where it lies forever
Lastly and elsewhere never

This is where it stops
With the ink on the page
Unable to leap into life
A permanent stain

This is eternal
True love always is
Here is my story
Forever told

My love for this
For what I write here
Bitter sometimes
But sweet just enough

Divulge what I am
With diligence
With emotion
With perpetual motion

Quickly, the words
flow out of me
Faster they come
The stronger they are.

Smashing into the page
With weight of my soul
Shattering the walls
Of reality itself.

I break into a world
Of my own creation
Through the trapdoor
Escaping into myself

A child in a field
of wheat waving in wind
Endless blue, blue sky
Vivid, simple, pure.

Great Imagination
Of the unblinded
With it all being
Infinitely possible.

That dream of mine
I share with you
Purely from my heart
That beats now in you.

Within everyone I see myself
They are my life, and all my memories
Within them I see myself
As I once was and what I might become
Where I might be and have once been before

The me I see in them all
I wish I could be
for once upon a nighttime
When I don't know who I am
I can look to all of them
To light my path for a lifetime.

All of you are all of us
And in each other we must trust
As we walk this path together
Moonlit valleys, calming wind, wisps of wheat
Wonders of the world beneath our feet
Walking ever onward until we fall to dust
And become the land on which we walk
Around and around,
to the earth forever bound.
Until the end, atop
Our resting place.

The trees whisper to me
In the cool autumn wind;
They comfort me within
And let me walk amongst them
Freely and effortlessly.

The buildings shout at me
Echoes from the roaming gas animals;
They make me fear myself
And block me from places I want to go;
They are the roots of insecurity within me;
Posters of praised artificial pseudo-perfection,
Draped on billboarded roof-sides
That give me a place to find death quickly.

A few more words written on a page, taken from my mind and thrown out into the open for approval or rejection. What do I care? Some praise for a moment; maybe a few faithful minds to ease my fear. What do I care of who cares? Why should I? Will it mean a thing years from now? Probably not, though I may never know for sure. Sometimes it seems so worth it, and other times I can't remember why I ever thought it was.

When the lonely arctic winds blew into the lands of Cathartica, it cast the Earth into an endless barren winter. The selfish winds were ruthless, leaving all that was life in despair. With no end in sight, Cathartica’s hope died.
In the early birth of another cold winter’s day a boy lies on a bed of fresh fallen snow, surrounded by the sleeping trees. The wind whips his cold face and his blood, dripping from the blade of his knife, freezes in the snow. The last breath he takes: soft and pure. He goes with his spirit and his heart as it seeps from his mortal tomb. The wind carries him through the bare, winter woodland, breezing past the stiff branches of the tired trees, and over the icy lakes. As the wind continues to carry him over the white lands of Cathartica, the endless winter season dies with him, for it could not bear the warmth of his soul, and with his death the world comes to life once more.
The arctic winds, after that day, never returned to Cathartica. The cold: imprisoned by the sacrificed dead boy’s soul; the protector of the wild lands. The body would lay through the seasons, untouched. For years, unmoved and unchanged, as life grows up all around it. The body’s wounds would be healed, but the boy will never return. He will stay forever in his lonely immortal form — keeping the wicked winds away — for the sake of Cathartica.

I keep coming back to you with a lustful taste
but the lust breaks my heart because
they are two things filling the same space
When my fragile glass heart meets the cold steel lust
It breaks and I'm left to find the pieces.
Lust isn't worth the savage heartbreak.

I can no longer feel the music
I'm bled dry of my sickness
That was me, gone forever
Cured of myself, all but this!

Missing a piece
That loving internal beast
That beat endlessly
Is now deceased.

Lose myself in the rhyme
Without my soul-guide
Losing all sense of time
A beat without a heart dies.

The sunlight breaks the dark cloud cover and casts over the valleys of my mind. Darkness turns to light, like the way water washes over a sandy beach as the tide comes in; washes away all the imperfections, the footprints of friends and foes long gone. It gives me freedom to dream again, unbound by uncertainty. Now my path is lit, and I can carry on without the fear of losing my way.

The dying day
and the newborn night
take me across the way.

I stop my heart
at temptations edge
learning down at the abyss.

I see all that I love
from days gone by
reaching for the light above.

Slowly come to life
resurrect from the grave
of memory, but still
it's all a haze.

You leave me wanting more
Love that that isn't there
And still fading quickly
My desire dying unwillingly.

I don't want my love to die
But hearts can't beat forever alone
It takes another, for when one grows weary
The other grows stronger merely.

We cannot be weak together.
One or the other, or both strong is better
But weak love kills us both,
And I'm growing weak, tired
I feel beat! A dying fire!

I know you don't want to die
So it's time for you to be strong
Please — won't you save me?

The budding trees, the falling leaves:
Dying and reviving
seasons of my soul.
Tears turn ice;
year goes cold.
Cathartic vice
melts away;
my heart bleeds again,
blood falling like rain.

Beautiful red sky—
what a lovely day to die.

Cleansing blue waters—
born again on a moonlit alter.

A lone violin plays the sweet change from G to E minor, echoing sounds of sadness in my soul, and showing me that my red heart can bleed forever. What a strange feeling as I crave the chords to be played once more and satisfy the bleeding score which I always longed for. My heart was meant to bleed, all my emotions set free. Release my lock with the key of C and the combination from G to E minor.

You're there in front of me
Singing the notes I wrote for you
The words that I loved set free
But you sing them not to me
You are the ***** of my melody
You don't feel it true
My words mean nothing
If you don't mean them too

Open your eyelids
Cry out your ocean soul
Tears salted like the seaborn kids'
Feel the ghost love as it goes cold
And leaves the caress of your lips
In search of someone with care.

A new voice will sing
All that was once yours
The words angelically ring
Like they never have before
Sung from lips who care
Kissed by the soul entwined in air.

I wish the chords to be played again
That's all I wish, sung from the heart!
Please — no more pain.

Drifting on a moonlit sea
Siren sings her song to me
The Lullaby of remedy

I cannot escape her bliss
She has all I miss
All that makes me reminisce

Take me in now siren's song
Life without love is too long.

The pain of the world is far too much to bear
And for that we escape to the winter world
Where the path leads to wonder-fields, ice valleys and I stare
The beauty before us, purity of the world frozen cold

A sight that silences angels vocality
Gaia plays her infinite symphony
Over every windswept meadow
Casting light over every shadow

Give me an angels hand to hold
Once and for all as I leave this world

A window into my mind shows a bleak scene
Gallows stand in a graveyard of my dead hearts
Cold with autumn winds is the season it dies again
It's dying season again
The crows gather on the skeletal trees
And on the iron fence peaks
The sky floods a grey sea

It's amazing how you hold the lever
The one that kills this love forever
Do you dare to pull
And send another heart of mine under
Or will you clear away these clouds of thunder

It will happen one day though
One day the love will go
I wonder what happens when this graveyard is full
And there's nowhere to bury my hanging heart
The swaying body stops with a lull
The love will not go away though its dead, fallen apart
I'm stuck on this one, it won't go away
Until I go too on my dying day

Is this true love?

Lets turn out the lights
And dream together
All the night

Lets dream of each other
Dressed in black and white
Blissful sight, my lover.

Run to me so we can run away
Together, to wherever
Until the break of day.

I know you know not the pain you cause me
It is of my unique delicate heart that it grows
I try to bear it silently, in hopes that it never shows

You have a beautiful life and I wish not to impede with pity
Born of nature, I cannot despise any one soul for wrong
Why would I?  
Why would I ever disgrace the innocence of ignorance?

Desperately holding on to the end
Wondering where the time had gone
The part of me that never mends
Regrets of the loss, the distant one.

I think I can push back against time's shove
Years go by and I think it's been only a day
Because the image of you, the touch of your love,
The sound of your voice, never fades away.

Finding the monstrous limbs to sever
The ones that keep holding on to you
The ones that made me ugly as ever
A beast overgrown with love too true.

Now I am tamed, no more self-attacks
Human once again, never to look back.

The sound of leaves
Listen as they whisper
To the wind of trees
Blow through the forest on through sorrow
Leaves that fall given back life they borrow
Wonder of the silence
And the subtlety of nature at rest
A moment of virtue
That remains uncaressed.
Beauty of endless autumn breezes
And cold quiet winter freezes
The birth of spring when nature reignites
And the setting sun of summer nights.
Stars gaze the earth as we gaze them
Wonders reflecting one another
Eyes, silver stare sight
Shining bright in the watery night
Like a silent black sea unbroken
Holds most beautiful words unspoken.

The first bird sings its melody
As the sun rise slowly brings the day
The bird sings for its beauty
With the suns first blissful ray.

The tulips bloom out of darkness
The grass crisp with morning dew
The signs of natures wakefulness,
the old of yesterday, new.

This moment if not perfect
Is the closest thing to
As all life does resurrect
And live on though and through.

And these fleeting moments may be rare
But that is why I must take care.

Like two ships that pass in the night
We see one another for only a moment
And in that time, under the pale moonlight
When you speak with angelic atonement
I never want the night to end
I want time frozen in twilight bliss
From your lips: the remedies mend
My heart; saves me with a kiss.
I will hold on forever and wait for you
The unique feeling you give me
Makes every expressed emotion new
Like opening a chest to which you are the key
And everything I may ever be lies somewhere in the depths of your eyes
And the words I'm afraid to say: hidden beneath this longing sigh.

Why don't you tell me why
you don't feel anymore?
before you go cold, look in my eyes
open up to me once more.

Beautiful,
I see your beauty through the pain
From keeping yourself locked in cold,
What is there anymore to gain?
When all you had has grown old.

Nightingale,
fly closer to me
on silver wings sail
Sing me a perfect melody
Under a moon so pale.

Mermaid,
Swim closer to me
In the waters where I wade
paint me a scape of the sea
with colours that never fade.

Angel Ghost,
take my soul
Show me a dream of mine
Being my imagination full
take me to another time.

Saddened Poet,
Write me your life of sorrow
Give me a reason to write this rhyme
At least until the light of tomorrow.

Ruined Warrior,
Let me hear your cries
Your tears soak the earth below my feet
Reveal your sadness complete; show me your eyes.

All bare their own burdens
None ever the same
But all are equally burdened
So carry on through the pain.

Ridicule me all you want,
Because I know you don't understand.
But never defend me, acting like you do understand.
Now that would truly be disgraceful,
Because I know you never can.

In all the vastness of the sea of stars we are all alone
The cold and barren winter valley
Is our only home
I travelled far across dunes of sand
In search of people like you and me
Sailed the seas in search of land
But I searched forever endlessly.

We found each other, two of a kind
Never a third we'll ever find
But you walked away without a breath
And in the end there was nothing left.

The wind still caresses my now weary face
Same wind that carries sand, snow, and sets seas adrift
Harsh gale or a soft breeze grace
It makes me feel again all I missed.

The blood drips from her hand
It seeps into the depths of the page
Soaking like ink the runs red and
Dulling cold with emotionless rage.

A young soul tortured old
She lets it bleed without care
Quivering hand, fingers unfold
Written all, she rests back to chair.

A midnight chime, days have cross'd
Same words of mine, "I loved and lost!"


         I've pondered in dark twilight hours
         What has been written on the page
         But unlike the falling, wilted flowers
         The passionless words never age.

You've made yourself distant
Still, what I feel is no different.

But I cannot change what you chose
You've flown your path scarlet lark
Followed moonlight as the sun rose
And I'm still preaching to the dark.

The echo of your fleeting song now tears me apart
The song that gave life to my broken heart.

Forever, will my cries be in your name
Following the melody of your soul
Because from the shadow of you I came
And a return is inevitable to lecherous roles.

And when we meet again at the crossroads later in life
Looking at one another in awe of the scars of our strife
Unrecognizable from the innocence we once reflected in one another
We cannot go back to those sweet youthful days of our past
They will remain the longing echo of our footsteps as we walk on
Away from each other, best friend.

The temptation within your eyes
The calming silence when the world stands still
Frozen in the perfection around you
White snow fallen, on Violet Hill

When you are finally taken from the cares of the world
And sorrow of the mundane resumes it's course
I will live in your shadow forevermore
Living in days of longing remorse

Because of you I'll never let it die
My passion for what lies within your eyes:
My everlasting paradise

Cold, and alone,
I realize I'm insignificant
I realize that all I do is worthless if in the end we all turn to dust
I realize that my existence is nothing more than that
And that, it shall be forevermore
Because it is that, the reasonless existence that consumes us all
And nothing more,
Not the tides of the sea, nor the void of space, nor the Godless heavens, nor the wars of petty dominance of the world;

It is that there is no reason.

And i've gone insane at the thought,
And the helplessness that it brings
I have not a life, but and existence
And an observation that remains unseen to others until, now,
And it's a shame when you have been made aware of all that exists
And you realize that it is all for not, and nothing more.

All the answers lie within
All your questions will be answered in time
With a sudden moment of realization
And a catharsis beautifully written

Your story will end in peace
When you rest your head after the long journey home
And reflect on the past you created for yourself
The Question: What it right?
The answer is a resounding yes.
Because a regretful no will never change.

The Question: Was it right?
Eludes my comprehension.

For It, was the cold wind at my back that i'd never see
It, was desperation
It, was the darkness fallen upon me.
It, was the spectre that encompassed all the monsters of my nightmares.

However, It, was the summer breeze that set me free
It, was my salvation
It, was the brightness of dawn upon me
It, was the angel who showed me the world of dreams and the pathway there.

But the Question still eludes my comprehension.

It was right,
There is no doubt,
What remains unanswered: What is the true question?

The still lake mirrors your beauty;
Calm are the waters, when love is in bloom;
Disturbed only by a tear fallen silently,
When roses wilt under shadows that loom.

When leaves change your emotion;
Fallen from life, to the waters below;
And your heart fades with them,
And with them buried in white snow:

You'll stay frozen in loss,
Until the sun shines again,
And releases your cold heart;
And cleanses it with April rain.

And when roses bloom red once more;
Love will heal your scars from before.

I gave you all that you want
More than you deserve
I gave it all at my own expense
And still I feel like nothing has changed

You give the least to be polite, and nothing more.
You know that's all you must give
And because of my desperation
I accept it.

And still I give even more
In the hopes that you'll answer me with the same intentions.

I gave selflessly, to the point of agony
And it leaves me empty inside
And I am left cold
Until I gain the strength somewhere.

I dread the day when the strength does not return
And I know it will come sooner than I expect.

I'm glad we met
Although not for as long as I'd hoped

All the good you've shown me
Priceless, and still you expect nothing in return
The mere effort of repayment is enough to you
Humble, as well, and never mal-intentioned

You are not perfect
Though you try to be
Giving when you can
And wishing you could more frequently

Never doubt
You are a kind heart
Don't ever forget.

I feel like we are two halves of a whole:

You are boastful,
I am bashful,

You are confidence,
I am innocence,

You are regretfulness
I am forgiveness.

However, we are of equal understanding
And know the path taken by the other half
And we understand the other half
And respect his chosen path.

When the Passion Play ends
And your cross in ***** to the sky
A monument that transcends
Your sins and your lies.

The monument will stand
I hope for years to come
Lecherous longing man
Loved only by some.

And when your brothers look upon you
I hope it is not in contempt, but respect anew.

Black windows
Black skies
And blacker shadows
Cast by your silhouette

I see your death a thousand times
During the sleepless nights of mine
So much it's grown to be a part of me
So much that my eyes only sorrow see

You carry on, drifting through my void memory
Like a ghost walking in the aftermath of tragedy
Until there is nothing left but you
And I am shades of black through and through.

If you could see the horrors
The tragedy that haunts my dreams
Greater than all the world's wars
Nigh, a single night of solace seems

The hurt, the desperate, always silent
More alone than any other can feel
Screaming inside when no one listens
Screaming harder, for the pain to heal

When all is lost, the laughter begins
The moment when you become insane
And pain be becomes a pleasureful sin
Because unlike love, lingers does the pain

Alas, constance of a fix is the greatest temptation
And when constance endures, a fix becomes vocation

The train rolls to a stop in front of the station. I peer out the window through the steam at the people. Some getting on, some off. But they are all on their own journey and it doesn't end nor does it begin with this change in direction.  Still I wonder if I should get off now, or should I wait for a nicer stop ahead?

The road that lies ahead is a long one. Many have traveled it before and I can see them at the end. Although there are many obstacles along the way, bridges I must mend before crossing, potholes that slow me down, and inns that tempt me to stay awhile — I must resist and persist and carry on, or I might never reach my destination before the sun falls over the horizon.

On the night that conscience falls, we will be at peace, my friend. When it falls, the stars will be in our hearts, shooting us out into oblivion. Ourselves, we, you and me — it will be our greatest moment, and our worst pain altogether. When conscience falls from ourselves, the world will fall with it straight into our palms.

Link to Music: https://soundcloud.com/david-leger-1/deep-dark-symphony-1

I left the shore and with my memories
Traveled far from forlorn fantasies
The sea winds sailed me into waters deep
All the future and past I weep

Abandoned my pen in shame
Silent deep words lost in vane
A dying poet without a name
And nothing but the sea remains

Drifting on endlessly through dreamworlds and the sea
I see a meadow a scene that comforts me
Warm winds breeze in the rye and golden wheat
There my heart will take its final beat

I yearn to grace the shore of Elysian Fields
Gilded beaches, warm sunsets yield
But the sea winds howl my deep dark symphony
Dreams that only my death can set free

"And I forgive the sea
For all it's done to me
It is my home,
My grave forevermore
As the tides take me under, deeper down."

Horrid memories carved in stone
Waves can never wash away
Tortured souls that died alone
Ghost still haunt the seabed graves

Drown all hope drown all grace
Drown in past you never faced
Sins that cloud the poet’s sea
Storms rage for eternity

The albatrosses fly over
The deep dark ocean, left Cliffs of Dover
And the poet's dreams of paradise
Reborn from his sacrifice

And the symphony still plays on
Melody for those lost at sea
Heartborne poets final song
Sailing fast to Elysian Shores

“My symphony begins at the end of all love and loss."

The Sparrow's song is my happiness
A friend that darkness never takes
A remedy to my greatest sadness
And is always there when morning breaks

As it flies through the forest singing
The angelic tune brings comfort to all
A true moment of simplicity rings
Even as the sun again begins to fall

In presence of the Sparrow's innocence
We will always pursue it with diligence.

When his heart is overcome with the cold of winter
A light shines through the falling snow
Accompanied by the melody of the lone hunter
Playing for the silent night, his only foe

Alone, without himself, the wolves stalking closer
Acceptance of a life ending and nothing expected
Tonight on the eve of his death, he thinks of her
The dimming light of his fire, beautifully prophetic

She who can dismiss his deepest fears
Even with all that will come to pass
With the deepest memory held dear
Of her love, greater than nature's wrath

Faced his foe with courage in her name
He laid his head on a softest pillow of snow
Smile on his face, resting in peace, they came
And the strength she gave she'll never know

I'll show you myself because you already know
And I know that what lies beneath may be different
So different, but so beautiful in the soul's undertow
But when taken from my heart, becomes non-extisent

However, you still know with trust that lies deep
You believe in the passion expressed in my eyes
And although you can't see it still makes you weep
Because if something so beautiful was only a lie

Life would not be as sweet, and, well, is that really any good?

The place is not important nor is the time
When it comes down to it, it's only you and me
The simplicity of that cannot be embellished
You and me, that's all it will ever be.

Even still, as I lie still, and realize the tragedy
And the things I can't seem to regret take
When I can't ever see my pathetic fallacies
And I try to change for your own sake.

Especially when it will always ever be
The simplest solution to you is me.

A crown of thistles and thorns,
Worn as I walk through the Wasteland
Carrying my burdens and hope on my shoulders
The noon light and the twilight.

Step and another forward forever
Into my now broken journey ahead
Footing the edge of the final ledge
Final steps filled with regret —
Or could it be hope?

My Passion is dark from my view;
Somehow, I shine as a Beacon
To the hopeless and the desperate,
The hearts that are broken by fate.

String me up now before I destroy them all,
All along with myself, in my pain.
I was meant to be this way,
To die while I’m still pure.

My bitter victory makes you ever sweet.