Upon the morning dew I tread
Up the hill yet filled with dread
For a lass once mine now gone and dead
Up and on morning dew I tread.

Up to Poppy Hill I tread
Where nameless rocks keep homestead
My sweet sweet lass, her name I read
Brought tears upon mine eyes clutching head.

Upon the morning dew I tread
Back down again the road I led
To see the girl who held my heart by thread
Who warmed my soul and filled my bed.

Down on mourning dew I bled
The ground so soft, now red
"Why have you gone" I softly said
This was last time on morning dew I'd tread.

Power corrupts but yet we strive to ****** it within our grasp
Plans and devious traps we set to make those behind us stumble
How much does power cost to lose our minds or be much less than humble?
Why do we need to push others on the rails to get what we desire?
Casting them onto the road to be smashed,
We only turn away and smile
Standing strong and looking high
Up to those dreams we are programmed to obtain
Yet we fail to see all the hurt around us, nor the pain
The things we are taught, to look to the sky and do what needs to be done
Rather than what can be done
Told we can be anything when we grow up
But the unspoken truth you should be this or that
Our system needs to help those in need
Not the ones that are already on their way.

We fell not because of hate
But because of sins
Through miles and miles of death we create
With the grinds of gears and metal fins

Like father, Like son
Humanity fell from which it stood
Addicted to victories and battles won
No man truly believed we ever could

Sweet nectar dripped from gun barrels soft
Sipping the fluid from our success
Our golden world we held aloft
Despite the weak we dared oppress

Like fools we cut our very wings
Like caged animals we broke others bones
For when the father's evil sins do sing
The son shall fall and always atones

We were stubborn from the very start
Inventing new ways to **** our foes
But friend from foe we could not tell apart
And solemn notes did play our woes

And here we fall, with deafening cry,
On hands and knees, shall man cower and die

A content man is the happiest man who never knows it
But perhaps he never should
For the content man is the middle man
Not the worst
Nor the best
Which makes him the only one
Who can truly be happiest
For when the dam breaks
As the water washes away the best of us
And carries the worst out to sea
Who is Left?
The content man is free
Observer of those who fail
Observer of those who succeed
Watcher and onlooker
The one who will always be
But never forgotten
Neither mightiest foe
Or courageous under dog
Can ever be rid of the content one
Forever shall he be
Forever shall he reign

Traveling down the narrow road
Knowing not where it will go
Through this maze of life, one may throw
His best. foot. forward.
Moments sewn into the quilt of time
One may ask if it's a crime
To be ourselves for a change
And travel down our separate ways
Into the end of time.

I believe that evil comes about when man is hurt
A type of hurt that burrows far beneath the skin
And straight into the heart.
As anyone knows, when a man is cast out
He will do anything to prove himself to those who hate him
Perhaps that is where the greatest of evil men came from
At what point was such a deep hurt cast upon them
That broke them to a point of proving themselves again
From there, that anger would bubble into vengeance
Vengeance to violence, violence to the ends of all those he wished to prove himself to from the beginning.
An evil man is a broken man
Broken from the moment he accepted he would never be held
Accepted he would rather be feared than loved
Because from that same fear, that is where he had found his strength
For that is all he ever knows
Driven on by the coals of his own self deceit
This once broken man stitches the parts of himself together again
And from the ruins of his own soul he pours his cruelty and madness
Madness to force the world to accept him as he creates his own role
Uncaring, he grows numb toward the death
The destruction he causes becomes his creations
Because those who broke him never let him believe
That his hands could ever conjure something great
So he brings his wrath upon them instead
And dies a little more inside every day
Possibly without knowing it any longer
That he became the very thing he hated most
And like any evil man
His actions must be accounted for
Because though he had been broken and battered to the floor
It was he who let himself sink below and let anger fester
Feeding the demons that nipped at his ankles
Perhaps he is as guilty as the doubters of his gifts
Perhaps the world creates these men for a reason
To show the people just how dark it can truly be

He sat on the sidelines and waited
Watching the people go by
Neither was he loved nor was he hated
But only a quaint passerby
From where he was he saw all that happened
But said nothing all the same
He was an onlooker who always looked onward
Quietly from the stands cheering on the game

It started with a cough
A sneeze
Heavy chest
Runny nose and weary bones
Aching muscles and sore throat
Until it bled and the body slowed
A pain that throbbed within your head
Where it oozed and seeped through patchy skin

The doctors rushing, nurses swift
A cord in arm and sleepy drift
Beeping notes and flashing lights
For soon the day came from the night
And as sun did rise, there came the cries
Of a world infected with the germ
As bodys heaved and limbs did squirm

And as it spread, the stench rose high
From city streets to countryside
Sirens wailed and systems failed
And disease took refuge-
In all who walked-

As blood spewed forth
From cluttered throats
Bodies filled the dug out moats
Without avail
From poor to rich the germ had no care
As man grasped to decaying hair

Birds fell from the sunny skies
Trees no longer, in full bloom
And the world stood still
For as life dies
Silence is only left to stay

There was no cure
No antidote
No compromise
No chance
And man died off without word
Without a sound to echo time  
We died the same way as we slept
Silent

At first we try to understand
We probe around the idea
But our biases get in the way
And smudge the lenses we look through
We weigh our morality
Trying to fit it within what we believe
To be right
Eventually we hate it
And then it becomes our enemy
Because we fear
How it will change us

Many argue, the ways of evil must be washed
Away and smothered out
There is no place for malice or hate
The earth too small for anguish, burning
But alas, they are deceived
For how would man know what good is
If evil need not exist?
For who would heroes fight?
For what would they fight for
If no one opposes?
There shall always be evil
As long as there is perspective
As long as there is man
The constant battle shall continue
There is no end
No end to this madness

No forceful push
Nor violent gust
Was needed
To tear down his house
This house made of paper
Where the paper man stayed

His thin white walls
Without any windows
With a light in the middle
Gave shapes
To those outside
Trying to peer in

But along she came
With her fiery heart
A soul with warmth
Like embers from a hearth
And she easily burned down
That timid paper house

Please oh please
Listen well
To what I have to say
For Gods sake
Do not hold back
And cheat your life away

At first he wanted peace
Second he wanted safety
Third he wanted justice
Fourth he wanted laws
Fifth he wanted power
Sixth he wanted loyalty
Seventh he wanted dominance
Eighth he wanted cities
Ninth he wanted the country
Tenth he wanted the world
Eleventh he wanted war
Twelfth he wanted triumph
Thirteenth he wanted it all
Fourteenth never came
Much like the peace
He so desperately
Wanted

I'm so sorry
That I did not treat you better
And that
I let my anxieties
Ruin the moment

I do not cry for the dead
I keep my thoughts inside my head
They are gone
The worms are fed
The grass grows greener
No tear is shed
The wind still blows
The sun still shows
And I hate myself
And my cursed heart of lead
A heart that does not ever cry
Not even for the dead

Many argue, the ways of good must be adorned
Upheld and carried out
There is always place for love or forgiveness  
The earth too small for anguish, burning
But alas, they are deceived
For how would man know what evil is
If good need not exist?
For who would villains fight?
For what would they fight for
If no one opposes?
There shall always be good
As long as there is perspective
As long as there is man
The constant battle shall continue
There is no end
No end to this madness

They removed all the music
All the resonating themes
All the reverberating halls
They burnt all the notes
All the colors
All the past
They stomped out the language  
All the crescendos did they wipe
All was lost and thrown away
They stole all the music
So only their treacherous tune would be heard
And the trumpets of war did sound
And when it ceased-
Silence overtook us

Behind that broken smile
Atop their pristine steeds
Unbeknownst yet for a while
There are the hero's needs

To be a hero is to be broken
One who sacrificed it all
Finally awoken
Who took the hero call

They've seen the ugly side of man
The dark side of the moon
When others turned tail and ran
They were the last ones in the room

Behind that broken smile
As they wave to cheering fans
They've not cried for quite awhile
Eyes bare like desert sands

They lowered him down into his earthy hole where dirt once lay
Cold and sunken eyes, closed within the wooden frame
With puffy clouds the sun continued to race across the dark set sky
As the  mass of black suited girls and boys sniffled good byes
Some prayed
Some cried
Yet I only stood and stared
At the man reduced to his fragile box of rectangular shape
Who once thought and loved like I
Some hugged
Some needed a shoulder for help, for comfort
And the box slowly fell with the most gentle sway
More clouds came in as final words were said
And just as the last tears were shed
The first drops of rain did fall
As if the world was crying
What a sad day for rain

Oh Father, My Father
The man we look to in need
Who holds the ceiling aloft
From crashing and smashing us below
Oh Father, My Father
Furrowed brows define the wrinkled smile
Accenting the whitening hairs upon face and head
Weathered hands with aging spots
Oh Father, My Father
How the world revolves around you
How the room grows silent upon your entrance
Demanding attention with a subtle nod and twinkled eye
Oh Father, My Father
You fixed my bike when I was but nine
Taught me to shave at seventeen
The man who taught me right and wrong
Oh Father, My only Father
Whose office was always warm
Whose lap was always welcoming
Oh Father, My Father
Thank You

I saw the moonlit paradigm
Bestow a shining glare
  Upon the seas and tempest
   At which I did stare
    Below the calmness of the skies
     The waters churned and growled
      But still above the deafening cries
       The moon sat still like owls
        The wisdom of the moon
         A shimmering reminder to the sea
           That though it churns and destroys
            Commanded by the moon it shall always be

You say I wasted my time

But advice fell upon deaf ears

Ears that feared the truth

But now they have grown

And flooding in

I'm struck with fear again

Because perhaps

Perhaps you were right

I ventured deep within the wood
With musk and fog divine
Past the mossy stones
And through the threaded vines
Dampened leaves from fallen trees
Scattered across the floor
This wooded maze of Autumn glaze
No longer haunted me any more
Pine trees moaned and wind did swirl
Like eddying streams as waters whirl  
The lights did fade from my world
And I roamed the wood till dusk

I forgot my name within the woods
My memories lost like the leaves
Gone with the breeze
And far from home, For home was now the wood
I scampered on without the light
For night was eternal here
Within the woods I played
Like a shadow I swept through the bush
Without fear or meekly afraid
Children's laughter always is the calmest
The quietest and warmest
And in the wood the notes of play
Echoed through the pines
Of children lost but here they'll stay
Forever lost within The Woods

The trees are bare and naked
As they shiver in the winds biting lashes
The soft chirp of the summer bugs, gone.
The dark comes quicker and the sun hides behind a faraway horizon,
Even the grass finds itself a paler shade of green, the flowers (their inhabitants)
No where to be found.
Clouds rush past my view, running to stay ahead of winters chill
This is surely winter
And I have no appointment being here.

What if we never died?
What if there was no such thing as a brief life?
Nor a tragic end?

Would we feel meaning in the things we do?
Or value in the loves we cherish?
If nothing ended, would anything retain its value?

Could we really live for the end of days?
And find the light as radiant as always before?

If we never feared an end to it all?
Would our experiences diminish to nothing?
Perhaps the loom of death gives a gentle push
And the grim reaper waits idly by
Watching with fervor to see our many accomplishments
As we race against his pocket watch of destiny

It's days like these that I wish to float away
To walk through a sunflower garden and admire life for what it is
Content for once, where whispers of olden days play
When staring in awe, I realize how how fast the clouds do move
Or how warm the sun bathes us so
Or how the trees sway
Where birds do sing their songs
And shade covers small patches of purple flowers
Waking from an icy winter sleep
When the world greets you as you step out into its home
That is when you know you have found yourself
In Spring again

Pictures fly through a white sheeted screen
Colors blast past my eyes
Plots unfold and characters dance
Across the movie set
Entranced whilst enveloped we fell in love
With the characters flittering on that wall
But many do fall to that dream
That life is like the movie screen
And when all hell is suppressed
When we can rest
The credits will roll and we'll be done
Villains seldom keep away
Reality makes it so
Life is like a never ending dream
Remembered to the mercy
Of the Dreamer

Oh come all!
Come all!
Protect the lands, guard the wall
With spear and sword of steely might
Splintered shields of enemy plight
Come one come all to the frontal line
Where men of valor make their stand
Sip the juice of righteous wine
And fortify the King's plundered land!
Take up bow and heavy blade
Upon your foes will you scourge
With platoon the night shall be your raid
And loyalty shall you forge
Come all!
Come all!
Every able man
Come forth and fight
Protect this land!
Open the windows
Knock on the door
For glory is coming
Tis the sounds of War

The hands of the expert move in delicate fashion
Like the wings of a swan across an icy pond
To him he just breaths, slow and drawn out
Concentration thicker than any steel
His hands cracked and chiseled
They fit perfectly into the workers setting
Like grease in a car shop
It wouldn't make sense to have it
Any other way

Glass hangs above his nose
Like birds upon the perch
Waiting and watching his every move
He doesn't smoke
His work acts as his drug
The toiling with the trinkets
Each part installed
Like a piece of him desperately
Needing to be put back into place

A slow tick dictates his life
Like the grandfather clock that chimes
His days are filled with time
But never is he satisfied with his work
Racing with the second hand
Vaulting over the minutes
Meticulously fiddling with the hours
The final gears are set in place
He winds the newborn with his hands
Pinched around its heart
And begins to beat so soft
So gentle
Tick Tick *Tick

Ages ago, too many to count
A gift was gladly received
Time had no bearing and my body trudged on
Despite how much I did bleed
I lived through the wars
The trifles of man
Saw many perish as this gift decreed
My tears had run dry
From unfailing eyes
For those who called on death in need
I dream every night I will die as I sleep
And be taken to the clouds high above
For I can't bear another day
When I sadly say
I could not save the ones who I loved

A cloud brushed past where I sit.
It floated across the window pane
Billowing past my roof
And over head it slowly shrunk until it twas no more

A second cloud came and flew on by
Slower than the first yet still
It wafted right thru the gusty sky
And dissipated close to where the other left

A third cloud came but never reached the spot
Where the last clouds had reached before
And this one died without ever leaving
The cozy view from the window

A fourth cloud sighed and carried on
The slowest of the set
But as it wandered above my roof
It grew to massive size

Finally, the fifth cloud came
And looked at me and cried
Perhaps it cried because it knew all to well
That like clouds, we were all the same

Like clouds we all floated away in time

The ruthless will devour you
Yet you will not even know it happened
Until the jaws begin to close
And the light begins to dim
The curtain draws and the clapping ends
By the time you realize
What that ruthless man has done

It will be utterly too late

For the pieces will have been moved
The pawns all sacrificed
And the dreaded realization will set in
That you were just a spectator to the game

And not even worth being called a piece
At all

All we want is to evoke from ourselves
and those around us
our true natures.
The essence of veracity
without the walls
without the barriers.
And therein lies the greatest truth
that no man wants to admit.
We are most truthful when we suffer,
desperation is humanities calling card.
The only way we are able to be ourselves.
What a horrendous lot we are.

It started with the music,
her love for music carried her round.
And oh how she danced with that tune,
how she swayed like wind amongst the trees.
Her talent grew with her passion
and people came far and wide to see her prance.
Fate finally brought her largest performance,
the world sat hushed as the lights dimmed and curtain rose.
Stepping out into the light she was cheered
she was loved.
Carrying the world on her shoulders,
proving to those watching in awe,
that she was the most magnificent of them all,
the "meilleur des meilleurs".
Her body moved and her arms stretched
and on that night the crowd roared
and cheered forever it seemed.
Because she proved two things,
she was the best in the world
and that she no longer loved to dance.
For she realized she danced for the sake of the end.
She realized she forgot what it was like
to love to dance for herself.

Tasteless barely sufficed to describe
The lifeless years the boy survived
Rife with strife he soon realized
That love was not for him

He'd seen the priceless times go by
Others in love, though niceness tried
None fancied him nor did they cry
For the boy who yearned for love

From this insipid love life
The boy gave up,
gave in, and never looked back.
He grew up to be a cold hearted man,
and was unable to love back again.

I lived my life
Wholeheartedly believing
I didn’t deserve happiness

As if when things went well
They were too good to last
And anxiety crept in

Anxious about the bad that was to come
I never could enjoy the good times
I would sideline myself for no reason

As if I slipped into a cycle
Never fully grasping the moment
Gasping for a breath of fresh air that’d never come.

Doubt had me chained
Bogged down and restrained
And the world around me was always gray

And to this day I still feel uneasy
When my day is bliss and plain
My day offs are filled with worry

I type this all now to let you know
To all those afflicted like me
That your days with sun rays
Are productive and warm
You’re allowed to relax
And kick back with glee.

I stand before you, not as an angel of death
But a collector of lost souls
To guide you home and free you from any doubt
I cleanse you, and make your world anew
Your end is only the defiant beginning to your tale
No longer bound by chains of a mortal world
Accompanied by the countless many who have taken the same road
You are reborn, a being who has no limits
Now come forth my child
I have waited to bring you home again.