A figure tall and grey
waltzes through the night.
The way is cold and dreary,
this one meets no light.
The trees stand firm around him
to fix his line of sight.
The road must lead to somewhere
and the man will find it right.

The path is long and gloomy
but never one to fear.
Many have walked upon it
yet seldom shed a tear.
The darkness hides no demons
and the air is thin and clear.
The man will never tire,
nor turn to check his rear.

The man knows where he comes from,
but not to where he goes;
and many trot behind him,
in neat and tidy rows.
Some of them companions,
others are his foes,
yet they keep on marching,
into that which no one knows.

None will stop to look around
or even begin to think
why they walk on soggy ground
nor why their journey's in my ink.

These dreams in my head
of a place with an end.

A road
stretching and winding
through the hills of time.
A place with an end.

The end of the road
a place where we can all happily abode
in a place we love and know.

A goal,
a place with an end.

I have been wandering these hills
and the nearby flat lands.
There is no grand road
to direct what I know
and show me the way to go.

I still wander
as the grass grows
and the river flows
looking for that road.

Eventually
after centuries
of strolling through the trees,
I came to a place I had seen
in a dream.
But instead of a road-
a stream-
and a boat
in which I now float
to a place
and the end.

Take the things we all say and hear,
and accept them as the truth...

If A+B=C and C=D makes A+B=D
Then,
If history repeats itself
and it's written by the victor,
then originality isn't winning.

If cowards die many times before their death
and dead men tell no tales,
then we should trust cowards.

If I practice what I preach,
and tell others to do as I say and not as I do,
then I'm lying.

If opportunity never knocks twice,
and at first I don't succeed,
then he should try the doorbell.

But wait,

If revenge is sweet,
and a dish served best cold
then why are we making guns instead of ice cream?

If it takes one to know one,
and fools rush where angels fear to tread,
then do angels fear because they were once fools?
or is it foolish to overcome fear?

If love can conquer all,
and all is fair in love and war,
then love truly must be blind.
Why else hasn't love found a way to make everything fair?

...If I take the things we all say and hear,
and accept them as the truth,
then will all the things we say and hear, start becoming true?

Or

If

I take a closer look,
and see,
that some things are true and others not,
that saying one thing can mean another,
that talk can be cheap but it can't be bought
that we all want to go to heaven, yet still don't want to die
and learn
to think for ourselves
because even quotes have intentions,
the best of which pave the road to hell,

Then

Love can make life seem surprisingly fair.

The fools of the past can be the angels of the future.

We might spend more money on ice cream than on guns.

Opportunity might knock again, so that I can admit my mistakes and practice what I've learned, so that all the cowards and the lies can be conquered by originality...

...and history can stop repeating itself.

Accept the truth, so that it becomes what we hear and say.

I may not own the streets
or ride them in leather seats,
but if you can hear the beat
then that I speak isn’t weak.
And when I use my unique technique
you will feel weak and antique.
I imagine, create, and contrast,
while you remain in the shame of the past.
And no fame or acclaim will frame
your lame claims of a big game.
So listen up;
let my words glisten
and strut
and enlighten your mind
to the blind kind of refined chap
whose strife in life is crap
in a shiny wrap.
And when you understand
that this land
is not about high-end brands
or powerful hands,
I will demand your attention
to begin an ascension
into another dimension
where we will find a divine comprehension
of our world.

In this new state,
where happiness is part of fate,
we will no longer ache
from the weight of our hate.
We will not longer become irate
when the worth of a great estate abates
and no longer fail to appreciate
dates with soul mates
and time with your friends,
while the trends will amend virtue
and not pretend and defend
vices that can only hurt you.
So please open your eyes
and let your mind fly into the skies
so that my goodbye
might manage to give flight
to what is right
and make all our dry lives
a bit more bright.
Because all I really want
is to see every gent, elder and debutante
from the Nile to Vermont
to flaunt a smile that does not beguile,
but genuinely shows how versatile
and worthwhile life can be
when we defile the hostile
and see that a college degree
does not advocate the ease of greed
and even those without
their abc’s and phd’s
still need to be part of the key
to unlock a world above thee.

We must choose to rise together,
for one missing feather will sever the wings of mankind
and leave us blind;
Always and forever.

There is a deeper destiny
that lay in the wake of demons,
and desire those who undertake
to not remain unscathed
for pain is the knowledge of the sage.

Once emerged from the abyssal void
strength and truth be found
ceasing to wade in unanswered questions.
Peace for the tethered soul.
The tearful aftermath.

As the sun crawls over me
the first daydream ensues.
The bore of time replaced
by the temptress of my wandering mind.

When the sun falls flat
across imagination's temple
my pen will ensure it's infamy
by unleashing the fury
of our language.

By the time
the god of sun
must spread the day afar,
I will press gunmetal to my head
and pull the trigger
on another tomorrow.

May the likes of another world put a smile on my face.