Have you ever noticed that friendships are like books?

A new Friend is like a well acclaimed  book that you just can't put down, as you wait to see if it is really all it was cracked up to be.

An old Friend is that trustworthy favourite with bent pages and peeling cover that you turn back to year after year.

A good Friend is the book that always brings a smile to your face, making the hard, dull parts of life seem worth living.

A best friends is that one book that you can inexplicably never part with. It's less exciting, less acclaimed, less popular than the other books on your shelf. But no matter how hard you try, you can never replace that well thumbed treasure with the newer, flashier releases everyone else seems so taken with.

My heart is a library full of well thumbed or ignored stories that fill the pages of my daily existence.

Even the forgotten titles of friendships past fill an essential part of my being.

Without them I would be an empty page.

Under the mountain
Into the stream
Glowing like sunshine
It must be a dream!
A river of gold
Mountains of jewels
Palaces and castles
Kingdoms of old
Battles first cry
The clashing of swords
Rivers of blood
Mad men on hoards
The banners fly high
The victory's won
The battle is over
But the cycle goes on
Thousands of years later
War rages on
The battles not over
But neither's the song
Mans greed is his noose
It entangles his heart
And when he keeps pulling
It pulls him apart
But children still play
And the sun will keep rising
You say we want peace
But I say you are lying
You're fighting more wars
You're gaining more gold
You're just repeating
the cycle of old
Peace is here
It comes from your heart
No need to fight others
Just remember your part.

As blue as a thousand oceans deep
As high as a million mountains Steep
As deep as no eye could ever peep
As wide as the wind does daily sweep

Leaving me behind in the shadows of my past
Time is being lost with every tick
Like the heartbeat of the universe
The clocks are calling to us
More followers have they
As our lives are being ruled by this cruelest of masters
Truly we are prisoners of our own invention
Grasped by the aged fingers of time herself
Each wrinkle a century gone by
Each blink is a lifetime
Her hair is grey with the ages
And her robes torn with war
But still her aged heart beats away in her heaving *****
Each breath represents a birth
And each sigh a lonely death

Saint valentine I thank you
For this day you helped create
It opens up our hearts
And might even change our fate

Perhaps that handsome stranger called
Or maybe your Best Friend
Possibly no one at all
But that doesn't make this the end

Love is there for everyone
But it comes in different shapes and forms
For some it's at first sight
For others twenty years

Or maybe you're one of those special
Girls or guys whose been chosen for
A different life

But I don't care about that so much
So I'll still say
Happy Valentine's Day!

I'm speaking to humanity
My dear are you afraid of me?

The cold that you can feel is coming from my heart
It may be black as coal but at least my suite is smart

You look at me and see your dreams
I look at you and see my means

I need a beauty, real and admired
To spread my word and light the fires

To many I am a good excuse
They point at me so they can't lose

If you ever want to see my face
Just turn towards the looking glass

I can't help it if I feel nice
You made your choice now pay the price

If you choose to use my name
You will start to cry in pain

And I am sure that soon you'll feel
That it was never you, but the devil at your heel.

There are words to bring life
Setting a world into motion
Words to cause death
Spoken in anger and violence
Words that are wasted
Like drops in the ocean
Words that are absent
Unspoken and silent

For every tear I cried
Was a tear you wiped aside
Your arms would wrap around me
And in perfect bliss would I be
For every tear I wept
Was a tear that You treasured and kept
When You find me weeping
You draw me into Your arms for keeping
For I know that when I mourn I find your perfect peace
Blessed are they who mourn for when You come our tears will cease
Like a Mother with her children's fear
You call to me and draw me near
And when You touch my broken spirit
You treat my wounds with tender care
When I was shivering in the freezing cold
You collected my tears of gold
So, in your arms rest young and old
Kings and paupers, slaves and I
Within the Father's loving hold
You have called me Precious Daughter
And I have called you Loving Father

I tried to stand but found
That the chains around my ankles
Kept me to the ground

I thought that I could tear
The bounds that trussed me up
But the pain I could not bear

I cried out in agony
Release me from these chains!
But no one came to rescue me

Then I looked back upon my life
And saw a deserted waste
Filled with hate and strife

Oh all the things a saw
Were worse than I could imagine
And all of it I bore

Then I closed my eyes in pain
The sight was too much for me
And regretted every chain

But regret was like a poison
An acid to my soul
It became my prison

I went to every doctor
but they told me only this
One cure exists, no more

That one cure they called love
I scoffed at that and laughed
There is no thing called love

But one day I lifted my face
And there before my eyes
Was a man they called him Grace

As I struggled with my loss
He bent down and kissed my cheek
And died upon a cross

And when his blood was spilled
It washed away my sin
And cleansed me of my guilt

Truth is a man of stone
No matter how we bend his words
He is the truth and he alone
We hack away at his heart with swords

We tell each other that he lies
That everything is relative
But our bendable "truth" soon dies
And leaves us dangerously adrift

Our relative truth Is flexible
That's what we want to some degree
But as the man of truth has told
The real truth will set us free

Your words drove into me like the dagger at your side
They pierced through me into my very heart
But your face stayed calm like the waters in a lake without tide
You seemed indifferent to the pain that you caused as my soul was torn apart
You showed no sign of expression under that gilded mask
But I'm sure that mask is your prison
You hide behind it and then strike out fast
Your words eat away at you like poison
To hide your dying self you try to **** others instead
But for every person you wounded you killed yourself again

I hear the roar of the ocean
As the waves crash upon the shore
Dashing every hope and dream upon the the rocks' fatal jaw

Slashing through my every thought
And drowning out my screams
As the salty spray quenches my soul of all its heveanly dreams

The sand rubs against my skin until it rubs it raw
It causes me to weep and bleed and still it gives me more

Tossed and thrown about by the storm
As night descends like a shadowy beast
I tell my self to just hold on
Until the morning brings me peace

And when at last the morning dawns
And when at last the deadly wind ceases
I'm left stranded on the shores
Left to gather up the broken pieces

Every shatter torn up dream
Every broken bit of my past
To mend and salvage what I can
And make a future that will last

As I tend my wounds I look to the east
A new sun rises where the old can't cope
And a feeling starts building inside me
As at last I see the hope

The music begins
Making me sway to its soft lullaby
I slip off my shoes and begin to dance
Led by my partner to the middle of the floor we begin a duet
The beat quickens and the rythem drums a tattoo on my heart as we swing around the room
Around and around until I forget where I am
Then the music slows and the violin strikes the last chord

Sometimes I lie awake in the middle of the night
And call images of you and I to sight

And then I long to hear again your voice
And as I dream of you I think I hear a noise

But then I remember that I was only dreaming of our goodbye song

And then I start to wonder, did I ever meet you or was I dreaming all along?

Like shadows in the moonlight
Or feathers in a nest
Like stars on a dark night
Or diamonds on her ivory chest
These things are settled, ment to be
You cannot change nor rid yourself thereof
They are still yet listless like a bird trying to get free
They whisper on the wind, their voices always soft
Such are the ghosts of my past
Not like misty beings but flesh and bone
Yet always here and gone so fast
That I know this world is not their home
They come when my mind us wondering
Or when I'm ill at ease
They always come when sounds arise of suffering
Or at the moment when they please
But unfriendly they are not
Nor are they unpleasant company
They walk with me on days that are hot
And when I'm lonely they talk to me in symphony
Like nightingales on summers eve
And tell me tales of times gone by
And how they measure time by trees
This was planted when born was I
They say in pleasant voices
And now it is a greater tree
And full of happy noises
And when they leave I still feel their company

An iron cage entraps him
Barred from all light and beauty that ever his eyes looked upon
Life has left him far behind in the billowing blackness of a time long gone
By fire he was made and by fire he once again shall rise to take his throne
But that too would be a punishment to his soul
His eyes once bright with the fire of youth now doomed to see no more
The sun that he used to greet each morning as he woke from his troubled slumber he greets only with the groan of unbearable pain
For in his kingdom of eternal fire and darkness there is no sun to bath his pallid face in light or to return to him that beauty of which he once boasted.
Now instead of hearing the songs of birds at first light he only hears the sound of a thousand souls perishing in anguish.

Love makes me sick
Not the bad kind of sick
But where you're my only cure

Don't make an ocean out of a puddle
Don't make a forest out of a stump
From the ground the mountain looks impossible
From heaven its just a large bump

Time is like a bird that flies so fast
Time is future, present, past

It takes too long
We think it's wrong

But time will tell
We must wait

Listen Learn
For time is that which we cannot earn.