Here is my heart
Held in my hands
Not upon a pedestal
Not upon a throne

It resides there, still pumping
Provides life, gives blood
One side takes in blood
Alas, the other pathway ejects...

Tears.

Where is your heart?
What you've guarded so soundly?
It is of pure redness
Health and beautiful
What pain has ever beset it?
What tragedy has ever strained it?
Has it ever skipped a beat?
Forgot to pump, to breathe, to live?

I show you my heart
Upon my outstretched hand
Looking upon you with an angled face
Out of the side of my eyes
Looking with contempt and jealousy
Because your heart knows not of strain

So look!  Into my heart!
The blood and tears dripping!
Through my fingers...
The stitches down and around,
The patches all over
The large portion of it missing
The part of it that's blue,
And green,
And black...

You cannot look at my own heart
And tell what pain and strain is...
I have felt rejections
On all levels of love.

I have never guarded my heart
It is true:
It is better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all

And yet you'd dare not look inside it
How could such horror contain benevolence?

Yet there is more there
Than anyone has ever seen.

It's the message left,
The light blinking on the answering machine
The buzzing of the lonely phone on your dresser
The offline message ne'er received
She's whirling about the world
Living to make a living
Often becoming invisible to all others

Here I open my heart to let you read it
For I do not pester without a point
Many moons shave been used to consider
Now I wish to climb down from my pillar

I dare to sacrifice proximity for distance
I consider the reward worth the costs
For over three scores of moon I knew your heart
Yet, now, I daresay seek to meet it again.

We're not going to get over this
No common sense anywhere in sight
Strangers merely passing in the night
To what end are we arriving at?
Love is breaking and hearts are aching.

You ask and take and never give back
Know that you are testing my limits
The final straw snaps within my fist
Rules don't matter to you anymore,
And I'm about to blow the whistle
So do I keep trying to love you?
Do I labor on and work things out?
I stand upon undecisive ground.

A needle's fall is heard around you
Full blown looks of ice upon your face...
Commitment's not a part of your world.
What is it you really want from me?
I'm having a hard time loving you
Thinking of the tension on the line
Of fear and doubt, whenever it snaps.

You don't understand how I see you
Wouldn't you be different if you could?
Get a clue, you aren't acting yourself.
This wonderful heart that I once met
From the dove to the hungry raven
Any hope I had is almost lost
Other times I know we can make it
Guy and girl, we can come together

I want you to see my heart tearing
Just glance inside my eyes and witness
Wanna know how my heart still lives?
Tell me, would you glance in the mirror?
You who became something so obtuse?
How can you toss away my feelings?
I'm breaking down, do you not see me?
Feeling is lost and the mind is numb

Gotta show you where we are in time
Make you see the darkness between us
You are blind, but let me help you see
Understand my despairing last cry

Never more will you play with my time,
Gonna set you straight, put you in line.
Give me your true, everloving heart
You will really truly be surprised
Up above, read the first word on every line.

Behold your statue, you are called
By the One, the living God.
To be the light upon the world
Giving sight unto the world's lost.

They walk on the ash of the world,
Wading through rivers of lava;
Rasped hands trying to climb mountains.
Soot suffocating light of day.

Trudging about as dead machines.
Some denying what's past the soot,
Some climb the volcano itself,
Following the false hopes for light.

Yet there are those who remain curious...

Woe to the lost; they do not know the way!
Amongst the ash and fire, how could they?
Alas, we, the light unto this cruel world,
Must light the path that it may be unfurled.

Wear your faith, not upon a coat of arms,
But upon your heart, where His spirit charms.
For hearts of the faithful hold mighty love
So all the world knows the light's warmth above.

Mind your English,
Watch your French.

What here, are these words I see?
It all looks like Greek to me...
Day in, day out, I toil, I labor
Seeking and augmenting my repertoire of words.
More often, so often, I read, I find
My disgust in my own language's ineptness.

I say here, I love you.
But as also I say there,
I love you as well.
But society has brought love
Crashing down around their ears
For these two loves are naught the same!

No veil or curtain of deceit shrouds me
For nothing dims the power bequeathed
The ground yields to my boots’ weight
I crush the serpent’s head under my heel
The dust about cannot rest upon my crest
Holding no tainted steel nor ounce of rust

I approach civilians in their desolate darkness
And illuminate them by my shield’s light
Sword sheathed, I offer my hand in love
Opportunity to serve in the army of light
We serve the fearless, our powerful leader
To toil and labor in fighting the enemy

This armor glows; it creates the shadows
That evil hides in, to cower in terror.
For my tracks lead the way, my path is light
I follow one whose light cannot dim
One who needs no armor for protection
Who’s power and love stand unrivaled

Here I stand stall.
Shield held high
Sword at my side.

And behind me
Are the many ranks
All in the same armor.

We are the many,
Yet the few to rally.
Behind the savior.

A shadow of former times
Fades unto the wall.
    No nostalgia remains unchecked
All past offers no more.
    Every could be was not ever real.
And time wasted to imagine it.
    But eyes turn upon what may be.
Depending on the trails traveled.
    I see an if with possibility
Containing a crown allowed no silver,
    Whose figure it graces needs it not
And grace of an archer seen
    With arrows steadily making their mark,
Where the body's nerves twitch
      Alas, there may be foreshadow, too.
But it hides in the flora on the trail.