Unto the somber night we go,
March right into the golden dawn,
Sleepless as the army of dead,
Yet wide awake in our purposeful steps.

A soldier cold, lost and alone,
I know my mission, it's all I know,
I'll find the elixir, day, night or noon,
I'll find a reason to live without you.

I march towards the morning sun,
Just behind it's golden embers doth love run,
I'll march a little day by day,
I'll march till the sun runs away.

And with every step I will get closer,
Even if it only takes till forever,
I'll march a little closer to you,
I'll march away from the world so blue.

Our looks may differ,
Our names may change,
But our hearts will be together,
In this world or the next.

Clique clique,
The white shone bright,
The politest of no's,
We don't accept you tonight.

Day's of hope,
They told us we could,
Make right a world gone wrong.
They say no, but their vote does go,
To the right they believe in now.

The smiles are haunting,
The people daunting,
Do we breathe the same air?

Our words are common,
Once they're spoken,
Yet you believe we'll never be there.

Polite and political,
Your medals shine,
It's a world just made for you.
Our thoughts unwanted,
Bills are glowing,
Right in front of you.

There's nothing wrong,
Yet nothing right,
And that is scary too.
It's the middle ground.
Not black and white,
That often gets you blue.

I'm living with a lack of words,
Amidst this serendipitous fear,
The haunting of the  long unknown,
Loving this universe, unexplored.

The shoulders, small and lean,
Hold the weight of a collective being,
Aspirations take control,
Love tries to conquer all.

This is an ode of the unsure,
By those who dive before they look,
The abyss will swallow us whole,
Leading us to a brave new world.

Hi there Hurricane,
We meet yet again,
What started as just a gust,
Turned into the putrefaction of hate.

Just lust, ***** and a whole lack of trust,
Conversations became bold,
We talked the moon to the earth,
But home was always too far to know.

Pieces missing, people new,
Your world was an oyster,
But for me it was still stew,
We tried to build a home together,
But we burnt it down,
In perfect symmetry together.

I hate you,
I love you,
Which of the two,
Is never quite known as a fact.

We're slow roasting,
Into oblivion,
We try to hold onto,
What we thought was perfection.

We stabbed ourselves,
With many fine knives,
The Queen would often wonder,
Where her China went every night.

Goodbye together, goodbye alone,
Goodbye we can never say,
Yet we know it in our bones.

Lust is forgiving,
Love is not,
We'll hold each other close,
But we'll never tie the knot.

We found wings,
Within a storm,
So we flew,
To destinations unknown.

Hold my hand,
And lead the way,
For wherever you fly,
I'll forever be your tail.

We'll soar in the sky,
O're tress and hills,
We'll fly out of sight,
O're clouds and hills.

If we fall down below,
I'll be by your side,
We'll plummet together,
Till again we find our height.

The sights we'll see,
Will be magical,
The stories we'll make,
Will be mystical.

There'll be happiness,
And there'll be sorrows,
We'll overcome them all,
As we cross the globe.

And eventually these wings,
Will start wilting away,
Feathers falling,
Each with a story to tell.

We'd have lived through it all,
Together in soul,
Even with our bodies,
Away at different ports.

Dearest mother,
I have a complaint,
You've ruined me forever,
With your decadent trends.

While I was a child,
I wanted what others got,
A cacophony of words,
In the form of popular songs.

Instead I got tunes,
Which I hated quite a bit,
Like some guy named Cohen,
Singing about a coat.

You gave me the Beatles,
And the moody blues,
When all I wanted then,
Were Vengaboy's tunes.

I suffered through a myriad,
Of nonsensical words,
Sung by some fellow,
Who called himself Scatman John.

It was truly awful mother,
Having to hear,
Some old country blues,
Through the mouth of Kenny Rogers.

You gave me a group of guys,
Who called themselves Queen,
What a weird thing to do,
When all I wanted was Emenem.

I heard of starry nights,
In the tune of Don McLean,
You even gave odd sounds,
Through some group call Floyd.

Now look what you've done,
Through this selfish act,
You made me fall in love with words,
And inspired me to write.

Dearest mother,
I have a complaint,
You've ruined me forever,
With your elegant trends.

It's a scary world,
My dearest friend,
Full of hate,
And intolerance.

It's a scary world,
My quite one,
Full of loss,
And loud guns.

It's a scary world,
My silent child,
Your body loses,
To an old man's voice.

It's a scary world,
Ooh faithful one,
Where men in saffron,
Can chop you up.

It's a scary world,
My weeping heart,
Where a simple thought,
Can put you behind bars.

It's a scary world,
My lost soul,
Where rapists walk,
While women cower.

It's a scary world,
My confidant,
Where freedom loses,
To growling chants.