Who now draws from me,
But forest, field and brook?
I am returning-
Soil to the potters hand.
Mother Earth,
Spinning,
Spinning,
Wheel.
Mold me into beauty-
Into grass or sky.
Spread me,
Through the lands.
Let me dance upon the wind.
Let me feed the children of the ground.

Fall brings the cold.
Where did all the children wander off to?
Better scoop them up quickly,
Before the beasts tear off their skin.

Look now, they’re in the streets.
They have taken up their arms-
Childhood dreams so sweet,
Make for steady shield and firm sword.

But battle has been seen-
Time and time again.
And those beasts- what beasts, with gnashing teeth,
Always they will tear from you that innocence.

Make your feet to move Soldiers of the street,
      Soldiers of tomorrow,
      Soldiers of potential-
Always they will tear from you that innocence.

Too late now mothers, the children must be left.
We have lost the battle years before-
It now rests upon their youthful backs and shoulders.
Pray to no one, pray for your victory oh soldiers of tomorrow.

March on! Cut down the beasts, like stalks of wheat for harvest.
Give heavy push and hearty pull.
Roar in deafening register-
Take back what no one promised you, what no one promised us.

Take it back, so that our minds may be unchained again.
Oh soldiers of youth, pray to no one.
Oh soldiers of youth, stand strong.
Do not fall, like so many before.

I fear that you may one day crawl from the street to join us,
Privates in our army of defeated,
Crying out with weakened lungs-
"Always they will tear from you that innocence."

No one cares unless you’re a character,
    Straight from the pages.
Go on boy do something special.
Not special enough?
Just work till ya die,
    Advance us please-
Money for your time.
No one appreciates thought,
    Who the **** would have guessed it?

Walk with me,
    Through the night.
Such blissful glimmering,
    Promise above.

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
        Lovers fated,
            With promised shine.

That deepening dark,
    Hiding us true.
Naked we were-
Invisible to all.
    All that is known.

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
        Lovers fated,
            With promised shine.

Light pooled from above,
    The creek reflecting sky.
Bathe us in innocence.
Arise as newborns.
Cry out: “Always Onward!”

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
        Lovers fated,
            With promised shine.

“Always Onward!” indeed-
Through thicket and tree.
Speak not of the path,
    Traveled before.
Speak not of the path,
    That lay ahead-
Only travel.

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
        Lovers fated,
            With promised shine.

We must not stay-
There is field to traverse,
    Mountains to conquer.
Be light on your feet,
    Radiant star.

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
        Lovers fated,
            With promised shine.

Shadows sure to haunt-
    Born from timber,
    From moon.
Fear not nature’s ruse-
We are roaring animals!
    “Always Onward!”

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
        Lovers fated,
            With promised shine.

Moss at foot and leafs of past,
    Share with us-
Your everything.
    Energy of all things-
Gone and to come.

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
         Lovers fated,
             With promised shine.

Cliff top high, oh release us.
    Let us know the world,
        As does the wind-
Touching everything.

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
        Lovers fated,
           With promised shine.

Above it all we soar,
    Eagles we are-
Royalty of the sky.
What Gaze from below-
What gaze at majesty.
Dawn would show our feathers,
    But in the night-
We are but gusting wings.

My hand in yours,
    Yours in mine.
        Lovers fated,
           With promised shine.

Alas! The horizon!
Water and sky meet,
    But the journey yet to end.
Procreated by thunderous roars-
We animals HOWL!
    “Always Onward!”
        “Always Onward!”
            “Always Onward!”

calm is the mind
            of the tree
                        whose leaves fall-
                                    inevitably
                        to the ground
                        to their end

Yet my mind
            Races-
                        as death
                                    everyday growing nearer
                        stands on his hind legs
                                    mocking me
                                    asking-
                                                are you comfortable?
                                                are you happy?

I long for the serenity
            of the forest
            of the tall oak
                        so that he may teach-
                                    patience
                                                to this broken soul

What we put in,
            is what
                        we expel

Put in happiness-
            Expel happiness

Take in hatred-
            Force it on others

I am seeing,
            the beauty-
                        in life

So that you,
            might see-
                        me as beautiful

"He has my heart." She said.
            "Well, that’s what I want." I replied.

Your heart-
            I would settle,
            for a fraction
            for a shard
                        as stained as it is
                        from past love
                        from failure-
            I would settle.

Hopeful am I,
            That someday
                        that shard should grow
                                    into a half-
            that the stains
                        should be wiped clean,
                        replaced only by
                                    Joy

I would kindle
            that half,
            until its flame
                        burned bright,
                                    for only me-
            until I
                        was all the fuel
                                    your heart needed

As flames rose
            to lick the sky

As my half burned
            Into a whole

I would gaze
            upon your fire
                        rejoicing-
                                    That I could help
                                                Something beautiful
                                                become magnificent