I want to know you better
I want to know what makes you tick
What makes you smile
What makes you mad
What scares you most
What makes you sad
What makes you serious or
Makes you stern
I want to know you better dear,
To whom it may concern

Hushed words whispered, in the dead of night
Causing a stir in that ghostly town
Lies twisted and mangled
Between the limbs of trees surrounding these poor souls
A hunt to find who is right but telling the tale of who is left
Hung on the limbs of the trees that surround these poor souls
Do the innocent find themselves swaying in the breeze.

Lights dim,
Sky grey, falling back into its peaceful slumber
Quiet house with an orchestra of the night playing outside the window
pane
Cracked ever so slightly the world breathes its final breathes before dipping into steady sleep
Warm shower, accompanied with fresh scents
Warm sheets ruffled around you
Cocooned like a caterpillar before flight
Bed is where I belong.

Words that point
Jagged to the touch
Words that slice and belittle
Do they hurt that much?
Words are merely perspectives
Shaped by those who speak
Some to hurt some to help
Don't let them show you're weak
For you posses the words that shape your own heart
and destiny
Don't let them make you cry or ever make you weep
For action costs so much more, when you know that talk is cheap.

I once had dreams of faraway places
Pedestals of riches and fame
Cliche mansions and women abroad
Knowing the ins and outs of the game
The cars were sublime and I,
Drunk with the light of the lime
Had no worries or any shame
For the world that I ran, was ran by a man
who owned an untouchable name
I once saw myself a god
The commander of the land
Leader of the people
Laws written by my hand
A hero of the world
With roaring trumpets vast
And if I would be the one
I'd surely be the last
But in the end when
A dream is just a dream
You wake yourself and realize
You still paddle realities stream
I once, he once, she once, they once
All had dreams like I
Imagination gets you to the edge
Persistence lets you fly.

With different people come different skills,
in the game of life which we all play.
And like a game of chess , each piece,
unique in its own way.

To the smallest pawn to the greatest knight,
each piece reflects who we are inside.
But as one might think a disadvantage is at hand,
that the pawn has not any chance.

With the queen’s strong offense,
and the bishops swift attack,
the pawn’s presence is sadly overlooked.

For many see it as a worthless runt,
only used in the scheme of the king and ignored
until the bitter end.


But in fact the pawn is the most courageous of them all.
The only piece who knows how to charge.
Fearless and brave, it surges forward,
unhesitant and void of fear.
Who won’t retreat when defeat is near.

So who are you? Which one are you?
The decisive knight, the stubborn king,
the blunt rook, the potent queen?
The swift bishop or the valiant pawn?
All of which reflects who we are.

Through the light
of pale shade grey
There will come another day
When men fight men
****** battles afar
and fools search for a brighter star
Ash and soot is second skin
and tears of children wash their face
A day, a day , of a dooming place
When church bells ring to sound alarm
and the shrieks of metal tearing apart
Smoke covered feelings of those victims of war
The houses and families no more.
Anger and hate send bullets ablaze
and fires ravage this place
Kings and Monarchs live in fear
for their machines know what is clear
no feelings nor emotions resound in our creations
Bound to destroy
all the nations.