The Illusionist painted a picture,
Out of words and stars,
Of a dream he had not dreamed,
But only now had began to see.

And in this vision,
Times and days quite clearly,
Faded from black to grey as light became one,
And happiness none.

So entrapped was his audience,
In his colorless vision,
That they became infected too,
On his soulless mission.

His skill was unmatched,
Seen neither since or hence,
And as the books burns,
And the flags were raised we reminisced.

Of a time before this,
When our liberties were still for us to list.
Now all we have is the absence, the void, the mist.
Where we meet the Illusionist.

Beginning today,
I think I will see,
A doctor for, he,
Is smarter than me.
And it is quite plain,
From here to Maine,
That I am not so sane,
As I try to string lines,
In fitful rhymes,
I fail to grasp,
A complete melody.
Its painful and contrite,
To enjoy in this delight,
Of slow agony and belief,
That one day I will create a masterpiece.
To be remembered for that day,
Have little kids from then on say,
He was a god amongst men, watch him play.

In the sunlight of a godless god.
I fight to belong.

In the shadow of an angelic demon,
I hope to resound.

My water like anger and passion,
Formless and formed.

Putting my emotions into stories and sadness,
You mortals can enjoy.

I look into the mirror,
Seeing what you cannot.

The face of the depraved, distraught;
Fighting for lost love and feelings forgot.

Have you ever flown?
Not on an airplane or a baloon,
But like a bird, straight to the moon,
Soared above heaven by noon?

Have you touched the stars,
With a beauty and a light,
A decadence so bright,
My eyes and mind to this day are lit alight in delight.

When have you gone to hell,
And see the horrors there,
Like Dante to the Inferno life just ain’t fair,
Full of lies and deceit, and they are the dammed ones?

Why do you try?
What do you hope to accomplish,
Fight against the bars, there steel, not rubber, we’re stuck in the dish,
Can’t live without pain, can’t think and be sane, what’s your favorite wish?

Believe in yourself, for there’s nothing to believe,
You can’t do much to be something to see,
I know I know, its arrogant and obscene,
But trust me when I say, when I think, hey…
Maybe One Day.

There is a place deep in this heart,
It bleeds and leaks like my favorite lark,
Hiding in the dark it fights to make its true mark,
But its existence is as futile as it is a fright,
Leading and guiding hell and hate,
The fire and brimstone that only man can create.
It hurts to beat, the never ending drum,
Put my hand to my chest and think,
Is this the last one?

Hoping it goes away,
This curse this illness,
And I have no excuse,
I am my own worst witness.
Some days are better than none,
Even if this life is no fun.
I can whine and moan, or make the best on my own.
Everyone has problems,
But why does it feel like mine are alone.

Like you, there is a war,
For that place deep in my heart,
Invisible to eyes, and x ray machines,
But the battles are over,
The victor, one.
Long ago, it was decided,
As I cried blood from my bones,
That the Morningstar would win,
And the sunset would be gone.

Where has it gone?
I used to be good,
I used to be a poet,
Who could fine the words and pick and choose,
I could tell you my story and make it relatable,
I could make you feel any emotion and make it real.
Where has that gone, where is my fire my imagination?
I was the best,
And Please I know, its arrogant but I do not mean to deceive,
Even the famous ones, they bore, but with me everything became lore,
So much accolade, so much triumph,
Born under skill and pain the mightiest,
But it’s disappeared,
From misuse and disrespect.
Hopefully hiding, realistically gone.
There is no magic cure no band aid for my loss, my pain.
Do no be me, do not second guess.
No longer regret, don’t fret.
Just go and write your soul,
Don’t forget it, don’t let it pass,
Release it let the talent and emotions flow.
Because one day it will be gone,
And your lone talent no more.
And your going to be alone,
Without even the words to implore.

I have a lot to say,
And not much time to say it.

So let me make one thing clear,
If you will acquiesce it.

That if you ever meet a girl,
Don't ever let her forget it.