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.

Opening the door of silence
Walking in, absorbing it, the musty smell
The tranquility not mighty enough
To vanquish the babble of the world.
Yet, here, here the footsteps echo,
Until my seat arrives, and there I am.
This is my sanctuary,
And none may touch me.

For my fingers stride and slide
Attempting to mimic the geniuses of the past
Their beautiful gift I try to hear
Only two senses keen here, of ear and eye
My heart warms to the reverberations around
And my sight upon my fingers, guiding
This is my sanctuary
And all may hear me.

And then my gaze lifts up, echoes know
The emptiness within the infrastructure
Thoughts cross, the echoes continue on
All for myself, the broken silence is.
But the silence stands in harmony with it
The gift of geniuses past.
This is my sanctuary
Yet I am alone.

And thus we probe a sphere of energy
Floating aloft in a void of darkness
Radiating a sepia-rayed life
Pulsating through the ravages of time

Yet in twain it reacts to synergy
Alongside an utter orb of rashness
And draining thine sphere through malice and strife
Down to destruction from all that sublime

Thine beauty then lost
A terrible cost
Absorbed by the void and lake of sulfur.

And now we probe a sphere of energy
Floating aloft in a void of darkness
Illuminating iridescent soul
Pulsating through the seen promises prime

Yet in twain it reacts to synergy
Alongside known substance unseen
Yet transmuting all parts into the whole
Purifying of moths and rust and grime

And ye grow so bright
Giving others sight
In due time to ascend in a whirlwind.

So I ponder an empty box,
Of brown and a simple ribbon,
And I contemplate its contents
For when I bequeath it to you.

Betwixt jewels and valuables,
I leave within a mere mirror.
And fill the box with my essence
Wrapped with forever loving care

So when the gaze enters the box
There through the box’s essence, eyes
Meeting themselves through my own light
Open up to another’s world

There she dives into the mind’s eye,
And submerges into beauty
Of mind, body, spirit, and soul
Inside an angel in disguise

A potential unknown hiding
Behind her deep blue sea eyes
In knowledge, in love, in caring,
Deep sea of everlasting warmth

For every gaze into this sea,
Warm smiles grow across my face,
And every laugh, embrace and more
Brings supreme happiness within

My heart and soul.

How I do love unto,
But am not loved upon;
I tremble in repose
From the dusk until dawn.

Dost thouest lovest me?
Too exalted is thee?
For it is your isle,
I pick from the whole sea.

A virus overwhelmed me
One as quite unique
Different from all others,
Failing to power leak.

Infestations come and go,
But this one wants to stay
No matter anyone’s acts,
It doesn’t go away.

I fought it strong and long
Foiling to my win
Maybe it’d be painless
If I would just give in.

A plague one of a kind
Haunting until so,
A copy is made and sent
Conjuring a friend from foe

Then they’ll live in harmony
The virus and ourselves.
And perhaps a later day,
To hear the wedding bells.

I am merely an echo.

Molding other personalities into my own,
Collecting, holding, and drawing
Alien characteristics into my personality.

Then back to true form again

Horizon coming,
A storm is brewing
The wind swept in,
My stress is fueling.

This storm that’s swelling,
The clouds are linking;
The wind swept out,
A sun that’s shrinking.

I see some flashing,
Blackness is calling.
Terra rumbles;
The drops are falling.

The acid dropping,
In drops are clutching
My building stress,
That now is plunging.

Droplets are landing
On of my thinking.
Giving which back,
What I made sinking.

Echoes of flashing
The winds are flowing
From start to end;
Horizon going.

Come gather around the crucible now.
Let darkness take its timely bow,
And guise us all into focus.

None gather the severity here
Of the test at hand standing shear.
The devil possesses us now.

Shan’t we dig our grave at time?
Pass this or death knell shall chime
Of the knowledge of life.

Stare into the cauldron of your eyes.
Doth see what thy devil devise,
Stirring within the souls of us?

Let the cauldron bubble away,
And reveal a sign of trouble this day
In preparation for the leap of faith.

You see your reflection? Yes, it’s true.
If not wise you’ll wish more adieus
And never bother unbroken ice.

Gaze the cloud of smoke above
Distort the air into figure of
Into our sorrowful adieu.

A mirror around, focus now
You see the stand as you how
Performing upon ritual now.

We string and slide away we go
They ice over and this they know
To expand us to eternity.

If he yet advance not forth to strike
Then the devil may apply his *****
Upon the relation between.

Est thy his work or worker stray?
Thy either way shut out light’s ray
And freeze us all apart.

Thy must or need advance the ice
And destroy it while the risky price
Of fragility looms in doom.

So gather around the crucible now
Around let the darkness timely bow
And hold none yet the amulet.

Gouge thy eyes open of all thee light
And fold into posture and amulet might
Let the dire cold overwhelm.

The briskness forces way into
And turns all ye to Pluto’s blue
Without the amulet, thy lay dead.

Dive upon thy ice into ye soul alive
And do witness what devil devise
To break and make you ownage.

Release unto thy purple stone.
Unto the newer bluer known
And apply yourself true.

Xaimon felt, Dvoryin foresaw,
It tries to dissolve boundary law
And cast us into ice.

Pythaezuyen cried in horror
And echoed prophecy down the door
Along time’s fabric string:

“Our dearest child slain to die
And destruction rise from tears thee cry;
Thy all shall grant impunity.”

This demon echoed no remorse
For ye now control thy course
Of this text we take

Find the Mystic Circle breaking
The very foundation upon the shaking
Wear the amulet and hear me.

           - Cryptous Straevaras

'Twas a single kiss that stole me away
And all thought taken with.
Gazing back at you with a face of wonder,
Then catching myself breathless.

I was caught off gaurd by astonishment,
Not knowing what to say at all.
Then like a broken dam come rivers of love
And happiness at how far I fall.

With worries razed and hopes held high,
I came back for another daze.
Remember every second under the heavens
And your every passionate gaze.

Then our hearts came back and met again
And once more for a time thrice.
Sadly departing, yet I determined to live,
Perhaps another time to entice.

As I rode and went on with the night,
I thought of nothing more but you.
And even as I climb into my warm repose,
I dreamt of you til the morrow dew.

Thy fantasies of a twilight cold and brisk
Wishing so to see your face.
That no chill breeze could rend us apart
From our forever warmest embrace.

The sun’s demise bequeaths my birth beneath the outward heavens.
A glitter of the heavens caught within a twinkle of my eyes.
Travels on the shore lead into the isle, converging upon the core.
Galloping through fields of grain under the starry dearth.

The voluminous trees approaching entry, darkness towers evermore.
The trail adulterated by weeds, thorns; leaves wilting, rotting logs.
A beam of singular light from the canopy given by the silvery moon,
The ray guiding out of the brush unto the yonder blue darkness.

Here at the foothills of the forever peak, a glance upwardly shot.
Moon and stars eclipsed, light extirpated; the fog lies lower than the peak.
Scaling treacherous red glared boulders, sliding rocks collapsing beneath.
Blood rasped hands grapple and cling in the storm of fog.

The zenith of the world…perched; scanning back to the fog
Of lightning and incandescent famine; a tear rolls down the rocks.
Glaring up to see the stars and moon, warmth pounds behind me…
Pivoting to see the mountain gauntlet traversing into the promising sun.

If beauty had a name,
Oh, what would it be?
It’d be more dazzling,
Than the entire sea.

If beauty had a face
I know what I’d see.
Such looks would bring
To Heaven, jealousy.

The fires a hue away
From love, show beauty
And the mind’s eye,
Encircled by blue sea.

Such lips of redness,
That utter to me.
As lovely as the dawn,
On the eastern sea.

But we could not mirror
Each other you see.
For we both draft left,
As I write this for she.

But on the chosen isle
Out on this blue sea;
Beauty has but a name,
Amanda, that it should be.

In the shadow of my light
I realize something’s not right
Not a young kid anymore,
I’m in the real world’s fight.

I lied to myself
And everybody else
That I didn’t love you more than a friend.

It was just to hide
Feelings deep inside
So I could get on with life again.

But in the back of my mind,
From time upon time
You existed there every living day.

And no matter who else
When not by myself
There in my mind with another you lay.

I love you even more than I understand
Thinking of you every moment that I can.
I wonder how I ever got this way
But it’s too late now
To even wonder how
Why I love you each and every day.

To me you are my glorified angel,
Regardless of what you say or do.
Yet, there is a barrier surrounding me.
Holding in my love
For my angel above
But when this dam breaks you will soon see.

The mind say not to dwell on the past
And to move on, wrong the heart says
It controls my body, and falls in love with you.
You’re my happiness
I will never think less.
And the sadness will go when you love me too.

Life's necessities
Are our friends, children, spouses,
And loving Savior.

Must to the rising crescendo he listen,
Given, before dawn, the early cry?
His morrow fatigue he scratches off,
And commences for a key to the sky.

Warm at heart he resonates icy air
And tunes it at work to fancy his mind.
The epiphany of his potential ability
Shall not waste or it shall decline.

The path to a dream he knows all well,
Seeing the lowest achieve exalted crest.
Labor to toil with unrest cascades to his key,
And effort meets the zenith of the best.

A thatch of darkness with pools if white
Two spheres and a glittering arching line.
Spasms in the stomach full of fright
Digging deeper into the skin of night.

They hear a ringing, ringing, ringing near.
Across dark silence within their space;
Pupils dilate to the singing leer
With broken breath reaching for fear

Response utter and whispering back
A ghostly apparition of demise
Promises of eternity black
Companions listed for a heart attack.

Then warned are forewarned and all is made fair
Listed fear the victim and themselves
The devil wilt rip thee spirit, and tear
On the death row of another’s dare.

I find myself
walking between rose petals;
they cover the ground,
and leave little space for error.

I find myself
balancing fine china,
cubes on top of spheres;
always stumbling carelessly.

I find myself
walking the tightrope
that I've never seen before;
hoping there's a net below.

I find myself
clutching my blood,
throughout my entire body.
The source of which is the heart

I find myself
feeling pinpricks in the sand;
I try to keep from sinking
from life's eroding waves.

I find myself...
each and everyday, shivering;
the fear, that encroaches me,
and the dire consequences, I may face.

Here's the pen --
Forget the sword
Let your judgment cloud you not...

Let us swim
Through the sky,
Parting clouds within the eye.

Ride the stream
Just go with it...
Nothing impedes you with nature.

Draw a boat
That sails the sky;
A majestic beauty -- with many a mast.

At the wheel
Is the captain
And sails evermore to the sun.

Let its warmth
Take dear hold
Of your heart and encourage it anew.

Connect the pen
To the heart,
And abolish the tyrannical mind, once more

What am I supposed to think
To see
To do

As the crime scene grows,
I make connections, perhaps false
Perhaps true.

I take the evidence, analyze it
Scrutinize it,
Hope I find the one responsible

And so begins the interrogations,
Crucial questionings,
The agony of not knowing...

Before it happens again,
Another crime scene.
Hopefully I can prevent it.

Or is the next one,
Just around the block?

So oft I delayed and waited
For I meddled only within my own affairs
I only became something I would come to hate
And failed to provide you with all my cares.

My heart now, resides with your hand
The choice between an orange or an apple
Oh, which of the two is more bitter?
Oh, which provides a superior sample?

Which I am in which hand, I know not
Yet let me cry for what I may be!
We have arrived at the crossroads
Before ye steer, observe my story.

In the beginning, I left the womb
And times of many moons passed away
Till the time came with craftiness I,
Assembled a ship to sail the ocean sway.

Twas the first chosen isle at sea,
And I commenced to approach in naivety
Fierce was the reef surrounding all
Though I caught glimpse she cast me to sea.

So on I sailed and stumbled upon
Another isle I felt worthy of time
Yet already populated I did not last
She was already sinking - a foreboding sign

A score of moons later did I flee
To eventually find a better one beam
For my miles at sea were providing me
A chance to prove myself less green

This sanctuary that held no silver
Yet to me was pristine and true
But yet I know not a secret it held
And yet at the end my time was off cue

I wallow through the ocean's rage
Discontent and bitter at the helm
Until one day a shipmate cried out,
"Land **!" Thus entering a new realm.

Upon this isle, it was as no other
Something pure about it captivates so
An air about instilled the fear of God
So exploring what majesty I did not know

And glorious the findings, I took delight!
Proceeding on with a cheerful fright
Over a score of moons I rejoiced
Basking within the dew ever moist.

Yet then did I tarry and labor to,
And cut down many a precious tree
Stomping the reef, ruining around
All my actions, how blind could I be?

Oh woe!  Twas there mutiny yet,
For in my slumber a shipmate schemed.
And whilst the dark ruled o'er the sky
He untethered me for an isle redeemed

In a jolt, in a panic, I arose and woke
For was I already distant in the seas
And stricken with agony, what could I do?
Yet here I am, at the bow, on my knees...

For all the glory the work my hands bring,
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

For if on stage I walk with Latin praise?
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

For a handshake high and a pat on the back
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

For upon every exploration of this world,
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

For the moments of laughter and moments of cheer,
What does it matter?
If I'm alone...

There are only so many isles worthy of sea.
On my knees, I pray I'm carried back that way.
For mayst it take over one hundred moons more...

To discover an isle at sea,
Just as thee.

I look to the left,
Glance to the right.
Wherefore shall the river take me?

For within this boat
I hold n'er a paddle
Afraid to be carried out to sea.

I pray to the father,
Feel the arms of the Son.
My pain is lesser than what it should be.

I know He knows well
What the destiny may be
But I pray I have a say for what I may see.

So shall I be rescued?
Or remain here in current
Until I'm lead out to the open sea?

They're all afraid
To speak of the unspeakable.
Afraid to approach,
Or do they really not know it?

Others make discovery,
And send their condolences off.
They bake cupcakes,
And ice the cakes.

Their past shows a similar knot,
When we look at the ropes
Of our lives.

Light sheds that in time two ropes,
Were tied together twisting freely.
A fortunate some, the fibers make one.
The rest, the knots were false, loose...
Giving way at unexpected tugs.

My mind travels over oceans...

Her hand is never there anymore,
There's nothing to keep my balance.
No more a sweet embrace.
No more taste of beautiful lips.

For now all that exists is a one-way street.
I will come but she will not.
And I wonder...

Oh Lord, what is the future?
My humanity desires to see into your looking glass.
While your glass is true,
I am a mere child in your eyes.
Simply crying of my wishes.

I remember... those days when we were happy with other.

The days I would pick you up and spin you around,
The nights I would walk with you to wherever;
The first kiss that took both of our breaths away.

The days when you were the happiest woman on Earth
We were in deep love with each other.

But what happened, o blur, what did you do?
Will this well of tears not dry up?
For my love for you is still so very strong.
But alas, it has no outlet anymore.
How great is the pain, the pressure of this,
What happened to ruin our happiness?
Where did things truly start to go wrong?

My heart is bleeding, for I am alone again...
So, very, alone.

Oh Lord, what discipline have you wrought?
Will you not comfort me anymore?
Do you not hear my despairing cries?
Every prayer I give to you only ends in sobbing.
Father I am impatient and in pain.

Can you not touch my feelings?
Can you not heal the wounds?
Can you not remove the salt from them?

For now, I have no more questions, nothing more to ponder...
All I can do now, is wait for my heart
To stop bleeding.

To finish pouring out the excess love that fits nowhere.

For my eyes shall not beget another tear.
Whilst I twirl my thumbs I reside not on fear.
Now, oh what pain you invoke unto my heart?
It even bleeds for you, though we last apart.

This feeling, reminiscent, I know too well.
You see, the last keeper of the key could tell,
That whilst she held the key, so did my heart pain.
A vicious cycle, regretful to no gain.

I foresee the sounds of lips and tongues proceed,
In dismay, relation limits shall exceed.
The strain of breaking fibers shall hurt us all,
So many a ****** fist will pound the wall.

So though you may still hold the key to my heart,
The locks have been switched to nullify your part.
I will remain cold and distant 'til the day,
When once more, I bestow my new key away.

Curled in a ball,
In the corner of the couch.
Waiting for fingers
To run through my hair again.

So here you are
We stand here on these rises.
The rises, have no support but float
They float of the oceans of emotions.
There Crystal clear water
Yet we're here, surrounded by darkness.

For your light cannot stand up to my heart.
For your light begets the vile of my heart.
For your light cannot mend the divide in my heart.

I position my knife
And open my chest
I reach between ribs
And pull out my heart.

My face is downcast,
The pain of my body
Is only an echo
Of the stories told
By the scars on my heart.

Do you see my heart?
Do you need to come closer?
Do you see its redness,
Its fervor for God?
Do you see its greenness,
Its loneliness of man?
Do you see its blackness,
The grudge against you?

Can you feel its darkness?
Its hatred towards you?
Yet I pull it out, in fear that,
If consumed by my darkness
I may not see my heart...
Anymore.

The noise surrounding misbehaves;
The presence of devotion.
Covenants made until the graves,
Or some heart's first emotion.

The adorned comforts in delight,
She is curled up yet open;
Clingy with ladybug wings bright
And the actions soft-spoken.

Deep within a chamber of blood
This pinprick of loneliness,
Pulsing with an empty deep thud;
Wishing the same - to caress.

I have strangled the child
Since you left it to die
To keep it from suffering further
To relieve my ears of its wails.

For we fostered this child together
And promised to nurture it.
Let it prosper into great beauty,
Into mighty strength.

Yet then, you change its diapers
With such fear and disdain.
For you were jealous of others
Supposedly in their superiority.

So it was left for me, alone
The cries were endless
No joy was due to last
The next tear was just around the corner.

Within my own despair, I hoped
That I could provide on my own
And prove its worth
But you never turned your head.

So then, I found my belt
And fastened it around the neck.
Through its wails and my tears
I tightened until the silence came.

How I wish the blade upon you
Your lips are benign to all
Yet your heart, malignant.

You believe that you know my pain
That you think I deserve it all
So should I gouge your heart?
To give you a sample of it?

You had no shame to embrace
One committed to another
Your selfish ambitions are the death
Of you.

You're not even worth the dust of Earth
Your touch of cold
The steel of Brutus' dagger,
Into Caesar's back.

Oh how your statue has evolved,
You never cared about me
Brutus.

For if I am true of your intentions,
Then God's judgment will rain upon you.

Would you be my friend?
Yet in time, I gripe with Plato.
Could you be my friend?
Socrates and Gorgias spar...

These bandages can only be shrouded.
Underneath grains of sand
Falling upon this dune.

During every heartbeat
One thousand grains agument this mound
Within every heartbeat
The earth spins away from day's light.

Time shortens between friend and foe
Their pearls are rusty now
I simply wait for sand.

Listening to music,
Surround by its majesty
Embracing the beat in my blood
Freely and joyfully chatting
The three of us, friends                          Et tu, Brute?
Wagering the night away
Then amongst chaos,
The anomaly wisps away                       To breathe easy...
And so tension remains
Leaving us alone.
So the spark fires off.
And I ponder upon you...                      It's just you and I
                                                                          I miss you
                                                                          To only stretch out
It doesn't seem right...                            To touch, to tickle
                                                                          Wrap my arms around you
Too much...                                                 Kiss you on the neck
                                                                          To revolve you to me
No.. I can't...                                               And kiss you
                                                                          Let you know I love you
Why must you persist?                          Is that a crime?
                                                                          I miss your touch,
The anguish must stop                           Your ever-loving care
And the silence rules
So without explanation,
I retreat away                                             I love you...
To brood without heart.

I lie in the sand under the palm tree
Sand between the toes, crashing in the sea.
I count the stars, for the seventh time now
With the moon out, I nearly forget how

My meals come few, and far in between.
Could the fish be sparser, so it would seem
There's so much time between my feasts to think
Ocean surrounds, yet not a drop to drink.

I ponder at the moon and recognize
How its hue reveals the deceit and lies
You, my misty moon, I remember you
When I saw you last, in agony, too.

Those I held dearest left me here to rot
To wander about, within pain and thought
To fend for myself and survive alone
And march ahead in bracing the unknown

I lie in wait tearing my own nails
Wondering what first will come, death or sails?
Until then, I'll forsake those who left me.
And draw closer to the sun whilst I be.

Even should I rip every nerve from my flesh,
Will I still feel this agonizing pain?
For I am left to lay here, alone without an option
Until this illness is taken from me.

Oh do I have empathy for prisoners in their cells
Their minds rot quicker than flesh
In the same manner I am bound here to brood
To soak within my own torment.

I remember the days with your fingers through my hair
Watching over me, care-taking
But now not a soul has ne'er an interest in me
For all they know, I could be dead.

Alas, yes the though has been planted, yet,
The soil around strangles it.
For if it were not for that rich soil that you,
Are not a part of, it would bloom.

Perhaps I'll draw a line to prove my insanity
Instead of going down the road.
And maybe, then, just maybe you will see then,
The iceberg's tip from the beast beneath.

When you do not know what to say
Do you say anything at all?
How has this feeling escaped me?
Does the ground rise so I don't fall?

Where is the tale of two hearts?
What, my heart, are you concealing?
I wander through my misty past,
And ponder that dear old feeling.

And to you, I speak, I indulge
That flutter of the butterfly
Felt inside me, seeking your hand
Certain as the waves of the sea.

Yet this next echelon of love
With no allegiance to malign,
Still do I sail the vast grand seas,
Until another heart meets mine.

A single soul lays on the corner
Abandoned, lonely for the time.
Its vessel has left it there to cry in silence
For that soul has no medium, no outlet to use

These words are before perfection
A monotone within soulless mind
The toil of the environment would be enough
For if the soul were present to weep the tears

No joy or pleasure, desire lacking
A constant dredge through swamp
Eyelids flutter unsynchronous to the sun
Behold life of instincts and irrelevant singals

Written: March 28, 2006 @ 9:33 AM CST

Day upon day I stroll through my garden
And always do I halt to gaze upon one flower.
To dwell, absorb, adore.
Much of the day's sun spent in focus upon it.
Leaving a watermark upon my mind for the night.

Day upon day I stroll through my garden
And pause to admire my dearest flower
****** expression inverts.
I depart, to continue on without dwelling
To dodge mourning upon the first winter frost.

The wildlife of the forests
Galloping, crawling, scattering,
The harmony of the ecosystem
The essence of beauty upon Earth

The sea and all that inhabit it
From the irredescant coral reef
To the abyss of the ocean floor
All life enveloped in a circle

The human race and their cities
Eracting to the skies, higher, higher,
To build and reflect this world.
And acquire dominance and understanding.

A man working for tomorrow's promotion
Companies building onto the future
An expecant mother planning for her newborn
A single tree beginning to grow...

The signs of tomorrow beget themselves
Alas, they are the subjects of fate
For a single blue jay hears...
A thundering whistle.

Silence.

Oh! The destruction that ensues!
The earth trembles and lava scorches
Every organism falls to the ground
For here lies the next part of the cycle.

Armageddon.

Alas, there he stands
Far above ocean sands,
The eyes close and ears have opened
To the world of sound around him.

Far could the eye strech out
Across the ocean in the sun's route,
No land can be found upon the horizon
Except the rock below his bare feet.

Each and every cresant wave,
Break above what he sets to brave
And covers its depths in uncertainty
To force the truth to be unknown.

And high above these waves below
Off an end of the ocean plateau
He leans and lisens with eyes closed
To the crashing of the waves underneath.

The birds echo through the sky
And do echo the waves' war cry
For he stands unclothed and silent
Preparing for a dive of faith.

The springs of his ankles unload,
And in hair and ears the winds blowed
His linked hands and fingers led the way,
And his closed eyes trusted the future.

Faster, more does his speed quicken
The mist of the waves does thicken
And louder the wind whistles, the waves crash
Although no drops of fear pour from his soul.

Plumitting to the depths at last,
Into the waves comes a decisive crash,
And now the test has arrived at his hands,
To dive deep for devils and their secrets.

Written: July 3, 2006 @ 11:35 PM CDT

I had offered my heart to you one day,
But by then you had given it away.
The pains of time realize with dismay,
Again it was cast out to be a stray.

The wells of my eyes and soul are finally dry
So nature cries for me as rain falls from the sky
I find devotion and loyalty falling in supply
And there lies no shelter to run to nearby.

The magic of emotion dwindling in disbelief
As I step down these final stages of grief.
Ten moons I have been blind victim to a thief
And I find myself leaving your coral reef.

Now I lack an essential essence to my soul.
No one to drive for or to share a goal
I become more pathetic sinking into this hole
And experiencing a lack of self control.

The harmony of my heart is again off key
And unless I am called upon I shall idle at sea
For six moons more as mind and heart agree.
Tis for safety at heart by the mind's decree.

Written: July 19, 2006 @ 10:27 AM CDT

Is the mirror lying
Or do my eyes deceive me?
How I thought I knew a shining star
The image broadcast through others
Just as every dark cloud has a silver lining
Every treasure trove hides a danger

When did that star ever shine,
Instead of gleaming from the polish of others
Mayahp in truth this shining star
Is easily drown out by the lights around
So now does it shine from polish,
Or do does it shine in truth and glory?

I remember the scene, although I've never seen it.
It was the night and quiet. Sobbing surrounds.
For the weight was too much.
The setting, not right.

I want to pour out this pain,
The many droplets that remind me
The thorn in my side
A constant heartache
To remind myself.

Let my tears be acid, falling from the wells of my eyes
Burning through the floor of the bathtub.
The water on my back will never wash the stains away.
Yet only follow the holes through which I cried.

I remember my denial. I remember what I knew, but didn't.
How all along, your tears, ones to quench a dove's thirst
Were falling from your heart. Onto a shoulder, not mine.
And then your hearts met and embraced, for the first time.

When shall I stop hating the moon?
Surely, outside my door, in the black of night,
When you are coming to and from fullness,
I watch you light my night and smile upon me.

Yet I only grimace and wish for you to leave.

For was it not you, oh moon, who watched the onset of my agony?
For was it not you, oh moon, who watched me fall to my knees crying?
For it is you, oh moon, who reminds me of what I lost.
What I used to have.

Let God dig through the depths of my flesh and mind,
And journey into the depths of my heart,
And place the scale, to replace...

Pain with Joy
Disdain with Delight
Past with Future Hopes

When, oh moon, will your day come,
When in the night you light my way,
And I shall not resent it?