Am I crazy to fall for you?
My soul, my being,
Set ablaze
At one sight of you.

In these flames, I burn
And yet I believe
My haven
Is me there with you

Am I the fool rushing in?
My heart leading
In a daze
Pulling me to you.

Your heart I am yearning,
The world to forget,
Here I kneel
My sanctum is you

Am I a dead man walking?
A loser still thinking
he's got a chance.
In the end, me with you.

In restless unease, I am
This is love, I know.
Will you say;
You love me too?

Letters on the parchment
Some sweet to read,
Others breeding misery

Letters written with passion
Some with love abound
Scorn others carry

Letters in the box
Waiting their carrier
Ink waiting to scream.

Letters laid waste
One tumble scattered
A plash staking claim

Letters lay there bleeding
Unread by the reader
Their designs lost, Incomplete.

This here drunk moon sets
The bottle not to blame
A feeble heart all but smitten

Colour my words, world
Light or dark, all caged in its tunes
Tongues lash out in cacophony

You who left me in
this here storms of your making
Dead yet or shall I bury?

Heady is its scent
this here Bulgarian rose
Dazed men walk drowning

Hops the white rabbit
In meadows where foxes lay
from life, seizing its due

Fear makes of all men
Deaf to pain that surrounds them
Listen! humanity calls

The eve sets the stage
For amber turning to red
In the drink smothered

The clouds they rain
In thunderous clash of vapour
Life, it's ignited

Seeing a distant glow
Like vine I shall now clamber
hoping warmth not fire

The lamp flickers as
sun it rises, shadows scurry
to alleys hidden

The heat is waning
The desert its getting cold
lost it eats me whole

Flowers are in bloom
In secret valleys, they grow
The world it withers

I am loving life
spring she's here in its warm grace
cold my heart frozen

Once again I am
back here to ask you tell me
Is this my life now

Do I still love you
I do know the answer now
Me being alive

What are you inside
Even though I ignore you
Are you Death or love

With Fresh morning dew
I wanted to say love you
will you wake up dear?

you lonely traveller
you have reached the end at last
this is but a dream

I want to speak here
If you let me speak my speak
stop dozing off now

Gifts you do not like
But these apples I have brought
They might be poison

Don't end it today
tomorrow is a new day
You are almost there

The summer has come
hot winds and the sun glowing
Where am I walking

This the cold wind blows
I am but one mortal me
It takes me along

Nobody's home,
In this heart of mine.
Nobody lives,
In the thoughts of mind.

Desolation can be a contended life,
The emptiness of loneliness is kind.

In reckless abandon,
you ink your thoughts.
Rapacious for freedom,
Steadfast for your cause.

Is there madness abound,
In the methods you enlist?
A wanton desire in your being,
the world to undo at its seams.

Is it passion that drives, this your quill?
Impetuous and without pause
Or are you in life, simply adrift?
A rebel with too many a cause.

Accuse you I shall to my heart's content,
The victim I shall blame
For I am with you but in this unjust world
it's you versus my ilk

Maybe true freedom it means,
to fight me and men.
With this scribbling of ink
and this unruly your pen.

How high we build our fortress,
to escape what we dare not face.
How strong we make it's walls.

How powerful we make our bastion,
Sacrificing to it who we are, in fragments.
How tireless we work in our fear.

And yet when you are finished,
That you are over it and done.
It hits you and you crumble,
Into the dust where you had begun.

The answers to questions asked,
How alluring their gleam.
To the mind that asked so to know,
A thread more in it's weave.

Beautiful the living, of those who ask
For whys and hows they breathe
Bare their souls they do to know,
The truths and lies they reap.

Then someday you'll ask for an answer,
An answer you wish, not have heard.
Will you then remember the puzzle,
The quest that brought you here.

Forget not the day that fades,
One count more in your life it makes.
Remember not the pain it gave,
Time will heal the wounds again.

Restless be not when the night it comes,
For in its own darkness, it'll wither away.
And Fear not the day that breaks,
It's going to be a beautiful day.

He walks the walk that many have walked
His feet unsteady on the ground.
A hand, it holds him, that he may not fall.
The hand, it's steady, leading him on.

One day he'll walk that walk many have walked
His feet unsteady no more
The hand that held him, it'll pat his back
Hoping he'll turn back and not frown

This road that I'm on;
Reminds me of something,
Something long ago forgotten.

As each step I take;
In it's unearthly allure,
It calls, it beckons me on.

I am blessed that I am here,
In this glory breathtaking.
The signs they say;
Heavens just a little ahead that way.

Why don't you simply forget me, my dear?
Why do you wake me so?
Life has been but an endless burden,
This is just two yards more.

It's a beautiful day,
As I walk these plains.
The dripping steel,
It has done it's job.

As I walk past the streams,
How beautiful they flow.
That crimson their hue,
In the light they glow.

Oh beautiful these contours,
The silhouettes they form.
Of lives extinguished,
Lying scattered forlorn.

It's a beautiful evening,
The sun is waving goodbye,
The wall has been broken
And I still go on.

Be not the sword, that has been ****** in me,
Its blade too deep.
Be not the void, that has swallowed me up,
making me incomplete.
Be not the fire, that has burnt me down,
In it's heat I'm seared

But now that it's done, now that I've lost
You and me is just a dream.

When would you leave if you wanted to arrive,
Where would you stay if you sought to move,
where is the start if you want to end it all,
and which of your ends, would you start anew.

How would you know when all is in vain.
Or in senseless vanity, would you hold onto pain.
If given many paths would instead choose to stay,
Or with an end unknown would you walk away.

In the sounds of the world do you hear a silence,
With the birth of the new do you not sense the old,
For though contrasts they are, in eyes not the same,
But with each step or in the lack of it, in circles you go.