Oh sweet Cordell, I stand by your grave
In autumn leaves, with blood you gave

Colder it seems, the winds that blow
As you're buried deeper, first fallen snow

Sweetness of the summer orchids fade
And with the fragrance, down you laid

I'll bare the winter your death has brought
Despite the frigid dark days it wrought

Cordell, whilst you lay in peace
Your frozen beauty has ne'er ceased

Burdened me with sweet memory
I'll gladly keep, if you wait for me.

The Atlantic blue, the wonderful shine
Skies pristine, caress the horizon line
Beautiful shore, with sands of gold
Crashing sound of the waves as they roll'd

Reeds of green grass to hide the rest
Behind me I forget the land unbless'd
But it's not all bad, and it never is
For without the land the sea can't exists

I'll stay until the sunset, I'll gaze upon the scene
Taking in all I can and leaving behind my dreams
For next time when I visit, I'll live them whole
When I cast off the shore, into the ocean's soul

It will be something more in the morning light
But for now it's for enjoyment, the stars of night
And when the sea is silent, the sirens will weep
A lament to my heart; the new child of the deep

My journey goes far across the starlit sea
With my dreams and memories my company
But still with little time away from land
The night ends with my feet firm in the sand

Reborn with the beautiful break of the day
Well-rested and at peace with all you say
My Ocean, I long for your cathartic embrace
As I gaze the horizon with sea winds in my face.

In search of perfection;
In desperation, my heart is weak.

Hollow in my mind, visions;
She's in revision, being pieced together still.

I can't wait any longer;
My lust stronger than ever, so I settle.

Time slips her away from my mind,
I'll never find perfection again.

Lifelong ignorance and bliss;
I miss the days we never lived.

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.

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've fallen away from the beautiful,
     And lost the light of day;
The night now claims my wither'd soul,
     My heart will silence pay.
Part the seas which sway'd me so,
     Sailed the golden course, I did not;
Swallowed whole into the depths below,
     For greed then had me caught.

Where may lie my body still,
     If nowhere I am found?
In deep waters She'll take the ****,
     No grave within the ground!
Alas, my time is all but spent,
Life so swiftly came and went.

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.

Whether my desert be of sand or snow,
desolation is the same.
Whether my passion be of lust or love,
loneliness is the same.
Wether my sea be of water or flames,
breathlessness is the same.

Now I’ve done what I feared,
I’ve hung the reliable rope.
You may sing to me dear,
But you are no songbird of hope.

Here they fall,
    As words they lay;
Like rain on leaves,
    Then drift away—

New ones come
     Lonesome and weak;
Shrugged off by the old,
     Obese and bleak—

Stillness, then shock
     Illuminate my mind;
Scape of rusted reveries,
     Desolate and unkind—

Hallucinations by and by,
      And I chase their light;
Dreams and adorations,
     Faint whispers in the night—

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.

These days lines express,
A meekness of the heart,
With intent to impress,
No longer for the art!

Loss of honest zeal it seems;
Introspection is in style;
But writing yourself in reams,
Loses appeal in passing while.

“Oh, my sorrowful heart does bleed!”
I read it rewritten by all,
But what purpose do you lead,
Beyond pity for your fall?

If nothing provoking you draw,
Your Passion Play will swiftly fade,
Slipshod, despite your emotion raw,
Worth little, and time must be paid.

Were you born at sea like me?
Love for the ocean winds that blew;
Heart and soul of the deepest blue.

Were you born in the autumn breeze?
In the shadows of the bare branches;
Under cover of the wind leaves’ dances.

Have you seen the trees?
Have you ever felt the forest before?
The forest borne you, our Mother borne you,
And yet, and still, and even, and evermore;
Though we may try time after time,
We can never escape Her omniscient view,
And regrettably, nor Her desolation.

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

I lost something within you,
Radiant, high-handed sea!
A loss so great and true,
I cannot let it be.

Great heart of mine, stolen,
When I sail first your deep blue,
Winds had pulled my bowline,
And filled my sails anew.

And as the sea winds whipped
The heart you took of mine,
The bow had sharply tipped,
Against horizon line.

I merely skim the surface
Of your lovely darkened deep,
Search without a trace,
For my heart you hide and keep.

Everyday I leave the shore,
Cast off into the sea,
And with the journeys more and more,
You become the heart of me.

Also at dawn do I long for the night,
You are naive but still you are right.

It's the glow of moons and stars,
The comets that streak the sky,
Our place, center between Venus and Mars,
And all the galaxies which pass us by;

They are all shining bright for you to see,
So let's gaze the night indefinitely.

When midnight dawns will you be brave?
When silence leaves your lips this eve,
Will you be the same as you are today?
And I’d never thought you’d ever leave;
I was naive in my hope, in my mind,
And soon like the tides rolling in,
You’ll be with the Earth cold, intwined,
Greeting, grieving — the passing pin,

As the needle sew, in and out, to and fro,
And into the ground we all go so quick,
Before the reclaiming roots of death show,
And take you deep into the forest thick:
        Know that you will never pass —
        Not while our love for you lasts.

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.

There went the day,
Wasted away so happily —
How I struggled to love her,
As she loved me even more.

We'd talk about meaningless things,
It made me happy, but only for a moment —
Maybe I needed that escape,
But I always think too much and make a mess of things.

I can't let simple things be simple,
That's just how I am.

Through the reaching leaves, the broken sunbeams scatter over the green sea below. Breezes carry life's sounds through the air. The grass sweeps the souls of my young feet.
I am within it all, and it is all within me.

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.

I never really lost my innocence —
There’s more to the story
than you’d like to admit.

Every day stretches my mind —
More, and more, and more,
and I fall further behind.

There is nothing perfect anymore —
I’ve shattered all my crystal roses,
all my dreams are dead, and what for?

I never really lost my innocence —
Maybe just a little bit.

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.

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.

When the snow melts away,
What is there beneath it?
Fresh blades of grass stay
As a renewal on life is lit;
A new beginning, but a sad one.
Where did the wonder go?
The awe that filled my heart: gone.
Where's the magic I used to know?

My years gone by,
They've made me forget
Regretfully I sigh
I can't feel it even yet.

What has happened to my heart?
Have I lost my love for life?
Am I missing my soul in part?
When did I lose my sight?

I hold this moment tight in my mind
For I don't trust it to eternally last;
If I let go now, never again will I find
That magic of the moment that fades so fast.

They talk oh how they talk about life,
Pleasant contentment in their laughs,
Carefree pleasantries, their words as they breathe.
And yet, I am elsewhere in another time and place,
Tapping the keys on the keyboard which play the strings of my heart,
And I imagine their heartbeat with mine,
I feel their connection with one another - that is my connection.
And at the same time I think big thoughts about the universe, the stars, the expanse of disorder,
And also, their conversation which slows my mind.

Listening to the rhythm and human intonation of their speech: A casual lull hitting the seas of infinite chaos.

In my mind we're already there,
You just have to see that I care.
In my mind it's just a matter of space and time,
In your's we're miles away,
And you think I'll never stay.
In your's it's just a thought behind a closing door.

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.

Cordell, too sweet to tell you,
I'm on the road to the places you've been before.

I see you in a sentimental way,
Through landmarks I've memorized.

I saw you as the thoughts faded away,
And imagined great adventures if you were here today.

Cordell, your flower wilts evermore,
Within the chasms of my spiraling mind.

You stole the cadence of my heartbeat:
Your dead blood flowing through me.

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.

Gilded strand on the silent shore
Without a wave to break upon it
The sea rests calm, my heart at war
In wait of the tides to consume love writ

Waters rest though and my love will stay
My love will decay on this fading strand
Before you wash away the words I say
I'll have written again with my weary hand

Even as the sun descends fast on your blue
And the moonrisen glow my night softly lit
I'll shed my feelings to the sand anew
In case your waves break at dawn to it

And once you find my love that lay here in sand
My only expectance is for you to understand

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 poet woke every day
With rekindled hope of revival
Desperate for a word to say
Sweet words that are vital

The white washed ruins or shattered possession
Tell the story of material obsession
The war fought over useless gold
Making young grow old

I go out into the wastes of yesteryear
In search of food and water
Cold winter wind whips past my ear
The snow will fall
And with it my world.

I will write again soon,
But for now I must rest.

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.

Can I play a memory
Like a record skipping beat;
Just a memory of a boy I loved
And have that thought repeat,

When he'd hold me tight,
How he'd say I-love-you's
In the middle of the night
And meant them as I still do.

How we'd walk in the setting sun
And sit for hours without it feeling long;
Or when he used to speak to me
And I felt the world sitting in my palm.

I hear the echo of that fleeting love,
Slipping further from my heart each day,
The record needle skips another beat
As sorrow begins to play.

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?

All her shattered faces
Scatter the darkened floor
Her scent lingers in the evening breeze,
Dancing with the open door.

She used to fill my heart whole
With marrow of life unending,
But as I hear love's bell's defening toll
My heart is left unmending.

Now left only with an empty core,
(Oh God, how I hate this dying heart!)
Your broken sighs don't call me anymore
As these strands of life begin to part.

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.

i saw a whit rose
and it was you
you are for me
mad4e for me
grrown for me
made for me
a rose so white
it blinds me
a rose right
a rose pretfect
you have become my devotion
my only reason for emotion
my ghost of a rose

Remember the men before me,
And remember them fondly.
I am not of their kind,
And nor are you;
We are among the living;
And the dead are they,
But living only yesterday.

I saw them walking true,
They walked proud too;
And Death they needn't mind,
I wonder if they knew,
When they were living;
Did they see Death, or him hear?
If they did, they showed no fear.

You and I, we are living now,
But someday and somehow,
We will have our name signed;
Carved in stone so true;
That marks where we're lying.
So I hope you remember the men before,
Because someday you too will live no more.

Scorn memory of the Hallowed Day
When under company of friends
Stolen a leaf from the frozen tree
And taken in your own attend.

However, nigh far nor long you rested
Until were you wrongfully contested
For such display of lecherous feelings
Unto a heart of another beating.

Struck down, but still noble and undefeated
Gathered your courage but strength depleted
And still even later, hunger for the sea you feel
Cries for more: "Oh god, the craving is real!"

The words you have spoken bring joy to us all
Despite spoken unknown in the intoxicate sprawl.

From the front door of my home
     there is not much to see;
Puddles scatter the corrugated soil,
     reflecting back the image of me.

The houses all sit silent and still
     as if they could've been happier someday;
Paint peeling, shedding faded colours;
     I can only watch their slow decay.

The people in them live like spectres
     who I always see but never talk to;
Is it naive that I fear getting to know them?
     (I still like to think they're interesting too.)

The wind whips though the snowy grass,
     speckled white from my house's dead skin;
And I retain the same composure as them,
    trying to mimic the norms of my neighbours just to fit in.

From the front door of my home
     there is not much to see;
I lift my head just to find everything
     reflecting back the image of me.

Someday, I wish to have my love for you written completely;
Someday, I'll write no more because I've written all I can,
But I'll write until my weary pen is dry, not of my inability,
Because it would take all of time to write all for you, and time again.

There is not enough words, nor enough time to express;
Though try may I with eighty-nine letters of love,
Still incomplete, and insignificant I must confess,
In the shadows of your beauty from the heavens above.

Stella shines for me still, every night still;
Guide my hand and confirm my affect,
And forevermore, I follow Stella's will,
As I see her in your eyes in waters reflect.

And here is another endless verse from my loving heart:
A call to your's, a line on the shore, to pull when apart.

December has lost my favor,
I desire the Fall season's ways,
For now at least until I change my ways.

The cool winds clashing with the vibrant colors,
Burning out in flames as the leaves dance to the ground;
Death comes to sweep away their pain,
Bare bones of the earth, creaking in the winds, and cracks that cut the silent air, frost layering their skeleton shadows.

I could sleep for eternity under the darkened sky,
Contemplating the flocks as they fly.

The summer air lingers for a moment more,
As the seasons toil their machines of war.

The trees are hunched in their armor;
The cold is rushing down from the North;
As the innocent flee the battlefield,
In the calm before the storm.

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.

I remember the seashells on the beach,
     two shadows at my feet, and the sun on my back;
I remember laughing happiness as if it were my only feeling,
     and falling asleep with space-bound dreams of ecstasy;
I remember my heart fast-beating for no reason,
     smiling and not being able to stop.

I remember all these things in perfect detail,
     and yet it's been so long I've forgotten your face.

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.

The blood on your hands,
I will make you see it.
The gore of my mind you created,
I will make you see it.
The broken souls of children ***** by your anger,
I will make you see it.
The rotting flesh of the dead boy in the cold and barren street,
I will make you see it.
The black sea of death in the silent night where the castrated bodies sleep,
I will make you see it.
Moloch's divine creation consuming all you have, while your paradise burns,
I will make you see it.
The world in despair, all because of your own doing and your's alone,
I will make you see it.

I will make you see what you are.  I will make you weep until your eyes fall from their sockets.

Once you see it all, you may leave at your will.  

A single door and four walls,
           Are all that stand between you,
                            and the Gates of Hell.

Now walk,
Whenever you wish,
Through the open door,
And into the fires.

And burn. Forevermore!