I have twice of what I never had,
Either one or the other, too sad.
My soul is warped
As it goes Northeast
My thoughts I sort
And discover four beast
One I knew, I felt, so painful
A desire which thinks all's beautiful
One I see, locked away inside
It's power is anger, I'll never abide.
One I discover, takes of rule
Stops me from living, fear is cruel.
One i am. I was. I'm now.
Rules of all, as loyal I bow.
All go to all ways
Never to follow another
Endless as rays
Neutral as the mother.
What the center, they
Can't describe anymore.
I go forth to north,
Which element are you for?

A doll tossed around.
In a world of fantasy
For twelve moons of love.

Then loudly ****** back,
In another world unnoticed
Spying my ****** pearl dove.

Lost back in reality
Rambling headless amiss
For the upper hand above.

A friend of life, for I have two.
One is old, one is new.
The old for which I forever trust
To never forget, I truly must.
One I have known for ten long years
With my goodbyes, I fought back tears.
To today, I don't forget you see,
I hope my friend, doesn't for me.
I remember the times, that once were.
Times of fun that's for sure.
The friend of new also I trust.
Good times, which toward I ******.
One who cheers me for when I'm said.
The kind of friend, I've never had,
Our hearts beat closer, ever more
A kind of yearning, I've wanted for.
One makes me happy, even more,
A friend of life, makes my heart soar.

The glistening spherical platform
Capturing the eye with a hue,
Of transparent blue.
Within the center of a twinkle
On blue and admiration,
No dust or cover exists,
Polish every day
By master art creator
A stone appraised,
With no price,
Irreplaceable individuality.

A gem
Full of its warmth
Held closest to me.
And upon my heart.

Almost a score of years ago
Two matches struck
Lighting one candle.
Here the flame grows
In color and height
Swaying with the wind.

In the spring of yesteryear
This flame stood tall,
And danced majestically.
Eleven moons later,
It exists within an inch
Of its life, with much wax
To remain.

Why, oh my father?
Why, oh my friend?
Shall I cast my flesh into the lake of fire...

Why, oh my brother?
Why, oh my mother?
Shall my soul be so tied unto such desire...

Somewhere deep is the heart of David...
Somewhere near is the lust of the flesh...

You, creator, shall you harden my heart?
What misfortune of Pharaoh shall burn...
I pray and pine in time of dismay,
And when the plague dissolves - I return

Shall I wash in the Tigris, merely once?
For these spots will not vanish from me...
Whilst my ears cease to hear silence,
And my eyes, too open to see?

When shall you send your hand out,
To strike fear of the almighty upon the wall
So shake my very soul within the flesh
To tenderly call me lest I fall...

Commence the finale, mark as the Alpha
Thus by Omega, unto which shall end?

An eye in the sky
By the moon does spy
Zooms in down to earth
On a boy wondering why
In  leisure he sits
In open window sill high
Of the school's west wing
On the band hall side.
Feeling the wind passby
His face and through hands
Smell the flowers nearby
And gazing into the sky
Where the eye dost lie
But outside the obvious
Of beautiful blue sky.
There is a tornadic storm
Where in the mind does lie
The gravity of love
And he still wonders why
He waits window sill high.
Staring into azure sky
Waiting for the one he loves
Wondering if their fates will tie.
While he lounges day by day
As the yellow eyes passes him by,
Either to love or die.

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

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

And so unto the repose,
To waft the scent under my nose,
A scent of beauty.

Upon the grass of Eden I lay
Away amidst the light of day
For you are the creator -

So to sever my skin,
Not quite yet next to kin
And sacrifice of me a rib -

Nay from near the feet,
To cast prolonged defeat,
Of forever being ruled over.

Nor robbed of the skull,
Thus make our lives so dull,
To be driven in sweat to the ground...

Alas my rib, taken from me
A blessing as a helper, for thee -
As close to the heart where love resides.

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.

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.

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.

Come rain,
Come storm,
Unleash my wrath upon the ground.
Come thunder,
Come wind,
Strike the trees down pound for pound.

A silent agony which holds a mask,
Too much to bottle in a thousand flasks.
Come lightning,
Come storm,
And throw fury upon those who hurt me.

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.

Corruptions exist
    Many of cruelness
    Many of religion
    Many of sickness
    Many of well being
    Many of evil
    Many of peace

Corrupt the soul into acting on anew
Yet the peaceful cannot be corrupted.
The longer the company,
The easier the corruption.
Corruption does not annihilate one trait,
For only it can hide it, to its extend.

Curiosity and the yearning to learn,
Can never be manipulated, only hid.

It's up to the peaceful to uncover
it.

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.

There commenced a prevalent time,
    Not knowing many would float above.
A direful action that not one could mime
    Now saying their woes to the ones they love.

A surprise had happened once before
    Causing many to run and cover one-self
Now again surprise is knocking at our door
    History does like to repeat itself.

Hence it began on a clear blue day,
    When souls were happy and bright.
For many to work they go away
    Not knowing disaster had taken flight.

People have working, high in the air
    Unknown, getting ready for what is in store.
They sight coming towards, a dove right there
   Just larger it was, a thousand times more.

It was at this time God lifted his hand
    And we smelled a breeze that didn't take care,
For there was no safety over this land
    Then shock and fear struck those in midair.

In the blink of an eye existed flames and fire
    But in a few minutes it repeated, the history.
The large white dove had hit the first much higher
    Your eyes don't deceive you; the sight's no mystery.

Dost here there is panic, hurry and screams,
    Elsewhere there is peace but not for long.
A dove in sight of five sides, so it seems,
    The mad one that does not right but wrong.

Now all that's left, is the four.
    And the twins have ultimately, yet sorrowfully fell.
For they are no longer visible from shore
    There is a sound coming, the awesome death knell.

Finally seeing that we suffered a great deal,
    God lowered his hand and struck down a dove.
We cry, for despair and loss is what we feel.
    He watched and taught us a lesson from above.

Now there is no longer any urgency
    "This will test our nation's resolve," he said.
'Twas a great day of emergency,
    On the paper next day it was, attack we read.

Rage flexed upon each other
Never once agreed together
Mind and heart seem to sever
Ever since life twas born.

War on scale far so grand
No spot of green o'er the land
More shelling than one may stand
Inside a war between mind and heart.

Tranquility here seldom given
Peace consistently overridden
To reconcile is forbidden
And blood splashes o'er battleground.

Do not make the mind mistaken
It is know for and has taken
Life from it and heart as Lincoln,
Engine of Life may destroy itself.

The heart is stubborn, and is strong
It shall fight and know no wrong
Until the ego brain is gone
Then it shall fuel the body blindly.

Now in love the balance is broken
There no free card nor no token.
Because the love for her is broken
In a splice one may not resect.

The heart in pain is ghastly screaming
And thus the mind is gently scheming
To rescue dreams of loveful dreaming
In a treaty for brand new love.

Touch is out of touch --
The smell of perfume, foreign.

I miss her smile.
Whose smile?
Her smile.

No words can fill the -- exhale.

Education within my soul
Is understood as quick as I know
When it strides in my eyes
And my ears and makes a home.
But inside socialism and love
I might as well drop the course.

Emotion haunts more on,
For twenty four moons
Growing and maturing now
More than before

A feeling always known
Yet I find conflict
Believing falsely
There is time
Perhaps Grace save me.

For only those who have the strongest imagination,
Let your mind wander free and ponder
Its task is hard just to imagine,
But does it end?
Or go on forever?
Or is it ending infinity?
Maybe one day, if mankind exists that long,
The light will come to us and tell the truth
Then we can prove whether we're right or wrong
Until then, we can only imagine of this fascination.

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

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.

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 not 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, caretaking.
But now not a soul has ne'er an interest in me
For all they know, I could be dead.

Alas, yes the thought 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 then, maybe, just maybe you will see then,
The iceberg's tip from the beast beast beneath.

Every morrow, I yearn to see your face.
Every sun, I welcome you in the same place.
My heart.

One hug or two is all that I ever need
It rescues my heart from the cold and feeds
Your warmth.

The sun rises but is not complete until after
I see its light and feel your warmth and laughter
Every morrow.

Every sun, reveals a chamber of despair
A crying tomb of loving love,
Which seldom loved to care.

Not even the sparkling heavens sway,
Relieve a permanent pain
The sun rises every day.

To which a dangling heart rocks
From a lost love lust.
Ne'er again happiness knocks.

Every time I gaze upon you,
The sun rises and my heart starts.
Turning the ignition, ready to roll
Blazing down the road after you,
Knowing I cannot keep up with you.
But my mind stays on you
Every second thinks of you.

Yet when the clouds take the sunshine away
I feel hurt, unloved, and alone.
Deprived of this photosynthetic warmth
And ripped into the clutches of depression.
When the eclipse is done, I'm relieved.
I see my sunshine who teaches me much
About the love I pursue every day.

You've become a living segment of me,
Providing life force for survival or my heart.
The very single love you radiate
Warms me to think of you time and time again.
But if you ever fade from the skies,
I'll lose my warmth and be struck down.
The the death spawning frozen hell of sadness.

Then I lose sight of you until time.
I stop and wait for you again, hoping,
That I picked the right star to chase,
Before I never knew what I was chasing,
Or why I could never stop looking for you.
Now I know you and your brilliant radiance
Comprehending to never give way.

He dances with dames and dresses all
Donning the tuxedo to shame the penguin
Whisping in mystery in coattails around.
He's the talk of tycoons, bumble of business
His scalp itches with flakes of gold.

Above his pristine he is true genuine
Motives pure with a smile of pearls
His benign benevolence abounding in love
A voice of warmth, soothing and true
Many a hand will lie upon his chest.

And even upon conclusion of clamber,
This mask remain affixed upon him.
Jealousy overwhelmed the raccoon at sight,
For the drive of desire for his mask
Runs parallel to seeking honor of a medal.

Yet when the moon is nigh at repose
This masked man, the valiant benefactor,
Dares to die and dance with the devil
And be consumed with torment in dreams
Waking to don the mask, hiding again.

Father, on my knees I pray
The strongest and deepest ever.
A cry to you, the tears roll
From my shut eyelids and fall
Unto my repose.

A student of Darwinism,
I fall to the floor
Hoping, praying to God
Obliviating all surroundings,
Obsessively calling to
"Please give me Grace."

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.

Our minds are the dripping faucets
Heralding the drops with great prestige

Yet the rivers of memories long lost...
Are the ones we should cherish the most.

For he is gone, for he is dead
For he has left and left us dead.
No!  Wilt not yet young flowers,
Flourish still.
Thy lost flow hast merely chosen
For God's table vase.
Radiate they iridescence to the eyes!
Captivate still.

For he is gone, for he is dead.
For we go on, recall instead
Dreams a dreamy man conceived
Of a flower garden, watered well
Flourishing its beauty.
Every seed of soil meticulously placed
To watch the roots grow shoots
Shooting into the sky
Capturing glorious warmth from the dreamer,
Of a thousand dreams
Come true.

For he is gone, for he is dead
Think not that, conceive instead,
Were thy flowers shall come to be
The dreamer who did succeed
Bequeaths to you
To dream

Dream through walls
Befalling the best
And become thy exalted one.

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?

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.

True I had, the right to remain dead
But a word that is dead goes so long unsaid
So I lived there very much real
And to know real the warmth that I feel.

Pouring upon the crypt and text
Then held from my text and you sitting here next.
Wishing to perpetuate unforeseen meeting
End of night meeting came and unto farewell greeting.

Yet walking upon the courtyard tall
I find the end of wall and gazingly all
Scanning the heavens and suddenly gaping
And captivated gaping at stars of infinity escaping.

But when I gaze up I am not alone
For to be alone gives a depressant drone
In my scan it is your face I see
Infinity stars sparkling and twinkling down onto me.

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.

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.

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.

Here upon the isle of love
Many inhabitants dwell and surge
Here in lovelorn inn
Are many visitors.

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.

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.

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.

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 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 is 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.