Many moons ago
In a simpler time
They danced in this ballroom
To music sublime
Stepping out in their finest
Dipping and swaying
Longing and touching to
The sweetest music playing
Lost in each others eyes
As they moved as one
Two halves of one soul
Since time had begun
But now the music is fading
And she’s turning to mist
Time is returning
This dance was on his list
Alone in the ballroom
Lost in the romance
The lonely old widower
Has his last dance

24/07/2010

Heaven sent
Tamed by Earth
So many things
She hasn’t learnt
Her angel thoughts
Hidden by disguise
Her angel wings
Hidden from his eyes
Her halo has slipped
Trying to live the dream
But all is reality
Or so it seems
It appears there is a reason
To hold on, to pray
That even knowing now
There won’t be another day
He knows that Heaven sends
And Heaven takes
He’ll hold onto all
Until his grip breaks
It’s too late for him now
What is there is not sane
A shell of a man
Nothing left to remain
He understands she’s not real
But he’s ready to take a bow
As he touches his lips to hers
His thoughts are
**** me now
He’s tasted heaven
And his heart sings
He’d rather be buried by earth
Than let his angel loose her wings

01/08/2010

he said
I'm sorry
she said
I'm fine
both knew
each other
were
*lying

the mirrors reflection
only ever spoke of her
as
weak, alone, a ghost
pitiful, mournful
wonder-less at most

it was her place to hide
but the mirror
LIED

she punched it
with her fist
until it was
shattered
and
broken
bleeding into the cracks
until it became
a
*reflection
                 truly
                          spoken

In empty pages and stark contrast the storm chased away the weak now alone I stand.
The hero a pawn truth cast aside for others cause .
We embrace solutions where  no problems exist.

May the colors run red from forgotten cause and history be erased for the sake of all that must be forever mundane.

I wish only to drag you to the depths and leave you to linger where nothing but a child's logic can remain
In spider webs we threw are thoughts now tangled the words left to wither in passing days.

May we dance in empty halls to illuminate the shadows and create the ghosts for others to place there hopes of what never shall be again.

To silence the voice is but closing the chapter  to spite the clear view .
Nothing stands a statue for the promise of tomorrows decay and the ******* will parade there ignorance as the simple minded spread a plague to which we are losing this battle.

I write for no one to read and all to judge.
Where's the laughter now the jester  is asked in ruins of a kingdom now simply reduced to ruble.

I remember what you will never taste and you may judge but waters tasted pure beats the stolen verses and burrowed lines of a time I no longer care to understand.


And Time passed me as it will pass you just the same .

May the silence remind you of that which never was to be.

We all will know this place someday.