I don't know where to begin
To describe the pain I hold within

You,
And your magic
Have cursed me
Creating a diorama
Of longing and loss
Causing me to contemplate
Life's biggest decision
That is asked in a state of
Black and white
Yet you claim life isn't such:
It operates in shades of gray
We'll I have your shade
It numbers in 50
For all the ways I wish
To show you love
And compassion
Caring and acceptance
In an attempt to abolish
Your demons
So that you might sleep in peace
Knowing that no matter what
Happens, I will be there
To hold you as we fall
Off of your broomstick
3000 miles to the ground
With me in my blue jeans;
You the personification
Of euphoria
To the moment
We finally lock eyes
Sharing in the passion
Where two souls mates collide
And dispell the sorcery
Of the witch and her broomstick

This swell in my heart has me considering the sea
'For as it is with the oft rough oceans
That calmness follows great depressions
Replaced by the beauty of royal blues or emerald greens
Standing in stark contrast to the ***** browns and dingy hues
That swirl during times of hurricane force
Like life (and the seas) we oft face times like these
Where mighty upheavals threaten to displace
The footholds to which we become accustomed
Frantically scrambling to reassume some measure
Of the balance better found in quiet places
Where no tide nor storm dare wake
Or disturb the imagined reds of rose or yellows of the sun
That too frequently paint the world in an impression
Even Monet could slightly hope to recreate
'For it is in this desire of serenity that we take for granted
Such trials and tribulations as seen by the seas
Appreciating them only after the calming and the waves recede

I can almost see my future
Though blurred beyond these tears
My world will not be enslaved
To this decrepit corporeal form
...
I see myself standing straight and tall
Proud of my accomplishments
As a father, a husband, and worker
That bows to no man nor pain
Of inferior caste to a burning heart
Whose only desire has been the good
That this beautiful world has to offer
Ignoring the evil taint of sickness
Or vile beings that crave company
In an attempt to see me kneel
Broken and beaten by the labor
Necessary to provide stability
For the family I love above all else
Yes, I can almost see my future
...
It's magnified by these tears

Do not fear the dark that dominates
Your horizons
Instead respect the light that highlights
Your reasons

For in the season of man doth war
Rule over the minds of the blind
Whilst hope doth shine in the eyes
Of the free to see but not to be
As the slaves they are to the power
Cast upon them by thy contrived
To pull yonder veil in concealment
Against truths stronger than thous
Might makes right imperative
Strown across the globe to corrupt
Thine enemy to forever kneel
Afore the folly of mans aversion
Whereas peace is but a demon at night
And death is but an angel of light

We are lost only so far as we can see
Do not let the cravens of power
Bury ye