The morning comes without a glow, a glare, or a song to be sung.
A villainous stare creeps over above.
The ground is paved with soulless tears,
A guilty grin stands high above.

Sounds are disappearing,
In the towering shadows.  
Smiles are lost,
In deaths mile.

The sinner's will linger
Without Heaven's lover.
The children will bicker,
Without mother's fire.

As I sat,
My childhood came back.

As I sat,
My dream came to me,
To be near the Death Star.

As I sat,
My life long need came to me,
To be a Jedi.

As I sat,
My desire came to me,
To be Luke Skywalker

Hold me high enough to see

Over the troubles in my life.

For, I wish to know if the future is worth the wait.

I was told that I am a God,
Molded out of three;

Soul

Desire

Reason

But, why do I find my divinity
in the trinity?

Love is-
The tears you have cried on each others shoulders,
and promises you have made.
Love is-
Laughing at the past,
and being ready for the future

The waves pass by
Watching the butterfly.

The light rises over the flat earth
Saying her vows.
Columbus would be proud.

The wind caring the ground's kiss,
Salty and bitter on the lips.

The saline taste of Adam's ale
Inspiring a fairytale.

Hell's floor
Scattered among the shores,
Hiding their corps.

Apollyon counting the score
From the spoils of war.

The forms in the clouds
Dancing for the crowds.
Plato would bow.

Humanity lost in it's beauty,
Waiting for the Angel's duty
To take them away from life's cruelty.

I dream of a place,
Beyond time and space

Where blue birds dance,
On the streets of France.

Where heaven bleeds,
Over the American dream.

Where the Way, the Truth, and the Life,
Teaches love without the knife.

Where the Prince of Peace,
Dines with the Middle East.

I dream of a place,
Where the world embraces, "Grace."

Every time when I want to let you go,
I think back to the times when we were close,
And the house was filled with hope.

Who am I?
A man made from the earth, with a fate already set?
A list of doubts, ready for me to devour?
Am I to take the pain that my father has left me?
Am I to change the course of the story to make ends meet?
Am I to lift my burden, or be dropped to my knees.
Am I different from all the rest, or just a face in a crowed of familiar faces?

I feel thoughts of pain, thoughts of suffering,
Am I to live in this despair, in this living hell.
I drop to the floor, to call out your name, I hear no answer.
I raise it to another volume,
I scream to the top of my lungs!
"If you are my King, save me from this death I live."
I still hear no answer.
When I felt there was no use, you got down, to look me in the eye, whispered into my ear, "Rise."

Without a thought, I rose to my feet,
wiped away the tears, stood up straight and forced a smile from my weakened lips.

You told me,
"My child, my sweet child. I made you for a purpose, I never set you in hell. But gave you life, so you may live it for me!
What you saw down the road, you will not be alone.
I will be by your side, I do not lie."

I looked upon my feet to see a path to follow.
I looked to the west and then to the east, saw angels praising and
Singing "Oh be thee Lord of the most high, who will live for ever and ever." 
I joined in with the choirs,
As I walked on my way, towards the sunset sky,
disappearing into the light.

Soft voices filled the air,
With chilling prayers.
Frozen shadows,
Hid the broken angels.
A bitter breeze,
Whistled in the ears of Children.
The wintry sea,
Swallowed the trees.
The snowy town,
Slept under the trees,
Far below with Davy Jones.

Sweet love of mine,
Stay with me tonight.

Ever got lost in the pages of a story, just to find yourself wrestling between reality and a daydream or a nightmare? Slowly, your mind loosens its grip and surrenders to the narractive. Now, the story which was the dream becomes your reality, and reality becomes the nightmare.

Humans are something that amazes me every single day. Their sparks of genius in the most peculiar of places. Their passion to do the impossible, and their love to be better than before. Though, like any creation with a consciousness, it tends to lose its way. War, death, pain, and suffering brings out the worst parts in the human heart. For it will come a day where these things fade from existence and they see beyond the crystal sea. They will push away the mud from their eyes and embrace one another, and their souls will be cleansed by purist blood. Again, I must not dwell on a future to come, but ask myself the question, *“What will I do in this life so that the human race can reach the promise place?”

Today, I went to see my old friend.
Someone who has been by my side sense the beginning.

He has walked with me through the trials in mylife.
He has taught me how to dance on the edge of a knife.

Though, he does not speak -
I still listen.
He does not move.
I still march.
He has no arms.
I still let him in.

His embrace-
is the gift of grace.

He does not have treasures-
that you and I could measure.
He gives you the pleasure of an adventure.

Its hard to believe that its been so long,
But time has made us only strong.

Thank you for showing me how to be free.
Thank you for introducing me to the trees.

For its always been a journey to have a Road for a friend.

Tears Fall-
For people we hold dear,
Or something we fear.*

*Tears Are-
Love and hate.
Something we alienate.

My life has been taken,
but you look away from the light.
My heart has been broken,
but you disappear into the night.

She sat looking out to the world that didn't belong to her
She knew what many did not see that this pain that dwells within us had room in her.
She knew that we were wolves digging in the dirt looking for scraps while she stood watching from above. She knew this life, this world, these desires was not for her.
She was waiting for the day that she did not need to feel this anymore.
She was waiting for the last time to hear the screams of men outside the window frame.

When I looked at her, I believed that they're could be day where the streets are paved with sinners blood and the hearts of men were filled with hope again.
When I looked at her, the world didn't seem so big or small. The world just seemed free for all.
When I looked at her, I felt the wind carrying me to the beyond. Where the sun and moon danced beyond the clouds. I saw a world of pain flout away. I felt my soul within me fall into a forever slumber dreaming of beauty's that seduced my hunger.
When I looked at her, I was lost in her wonder.

The books that stood in font of her told stories about us.
about the dreams we made for ourselves-
the promises we made to each other-
and the lies we told one another.
Oh, how we dreamed of days were the Savior would take us away.
oh, how we believed that we would be okay in his embrace.

We saw ourselves as the lucky ones-
the ones who didn't listen to the people outside our window.
we would stand taller, above their throats with pride in our eyes-
knowing that we made it-
knowing that we were the lucky ones in this life.

She turned her head away from the frame, to stare at me.
I could not breath
I could not think while her eyes were fixed on mine.
Those beautiful summer eyes reminded me of the grass, the sun, the moon, and the stars.
Those eyes could tell a story that you knew was a lie, but you dared to believe it so you didn't have to look away.
This stare could make any man fall to his knees praying to a man above the trees.
Oh, what her eyes could do to me.

With a smile, her head dropped, and her eyes met the canvas that was placed in her presence.

She began to write again. So gentle, so smooth did her hand dance on top of canvas.
In this moment, I knew she was far beyond my reach.
She vanished and all I could do was wait for her to return back to this dream. But, all I could do was wait among these savages that stood outside our window frame. While, she tango within her reality.

Don't worry, I wasn't left with hate. No, I was left with love.
I knew that our fates were intertwined.
I knew that she could not leave this world without saying goodbye.
I knew that our love was bigger than I
I knew that the world that stood outside that wooden frame was nothing more than dream that soon had an end.

We knew that our love was more than the riches that the world had to offer.
we knew that our love could not be taken
We knew that our love was unshaken.
We knew that our love was true.

Therefore, when you return from reality,
remember to tell our story so that the angels can sing of our glory.
Don't worry my darling,
I will be waiting for you here within the doorway.
Dreaming my life away.*

The End

The Sun rises in the east,
Where I'll wake up next to you.
I’m dreaming in the west,
Trying to find my way to you
Believe me when I say,
You are my everything.