Her voice fills my soul
with melodic harmony
Every tone, pitch, ebb and flow
A surreal tranquility


The soft, mesmerizing allure of her eyes,
Beaconing me to rest my heart there
A haven where no evils lies


The touch of her hand
Upon my head
Soothes any pain
I've ever felt
It all falls into place
In her stead
No more angst,
The uncertainty does melt


Without trying
Not an effort gained
She completes me
Without trying
This undying bliss
my heart is forever stained

I love that feeling I get when I see you;
It's like a beacon of hope in the depths of Hell.
When I look into your eyes,
the world isn't as dark anymore.

i would like to die by the lighthouse.
pere marquette in the dead of night
the walk there peaceful,
as they are my last steps
after all.
and i won't have to speak,
or sing, or dance,
or flush my face out of fear or ridicule,
of embarrassment,
but i'll flush my face
with the waters of the waves
sweeping up into the rocks
and down goes my breath,
my last few breaths.
i've a few (many) pills
concealed in my pink jacket pocket.
i've a few (many but not so many)
catfish
swimming by to say hello,
to say farewell.
and with my last blink of my eye,
the moon is in line
with the lighthouse
and my star will forever sparkle,
i hope.
and the beacon passes o'er my body,
the light of an absent watchman,
it's just us, me lifeless and the beacon radiant.
no one to bother,
poke,
**** at me,
at my mind.
searching outside of their own minds
for answers to their own hearts' questions
to which i respond
a blank stare, for the lake is in my eyes.
water filling up, ready to be unleashed
later tonight rejoining with the waters
of the big blue lake and
my emptiness will be in harmony
with the moon's lonliness
and the black sky's vastness
and the bleak, rusty red
of my favorite old lighthouse
all muddled together, a sickly brown...
no, gray. no, i don't know...
colors don't matter at night
when you can't make them out anyways.
same goes for when you're dead.
i hope the stars shine for me,
but when the night is cloudy,
i can trust my beacon,
my lighthouse,
my waves,
to give me peace, rest,
rhythm,
in my most chaotic times.
i suppose they drew me in.

In the morning he feels the weight,
The pounding rhythm of the hour,
Where he starts his day
Having to bear the effects of getting such jumbled thoughts
And mixed vain feelings
Where are the answers to the questions that do not wish to have answers?

Inside the scriptures of mind
No thought is second guessed
The reasons of the rhythm stand true
There is something inside of him that moves
* ~A heart he claims to not have *
  The one that lingers and vibrates
At the bottom of the sea
Aligning with the coral shelves
Worrying about whom he's yet to meet
Whom will figure out
That in his heat lies a soul
In his hell lies a prophet
yet to reach potential
   Having to
Push his door open
And burn the envelop that cages him

But he fears
Letting go of this hatred
Would waken the realization
Of how alone he really is
For that hatred
Is what keeps him from cracking
Is what helps him maintain
His make belief life of dark love
But in actuality
It's just clothing on the lonesome truth
Of his scarred
Made of Steele
Lonely Lion Heart

-fir.m

If I had to choose,
I'd say I'm more a lover
than a fighter
Not that I do not
hate to love at moments
or that others I would
not fight the good fight.

While I don't love
a lot of people.
Days go where I
despise those around me.

I find that one perfect
soul never disappoints.
Darkest days are eroded
by the most simple light
from a being who
without an effort
became my beacon of hope.

When the hurricane
of hurt and suffering
strikes my heart and
breaks spirit.
While the world would spit
and step on every dream
I could muster. This beacon,
this tiny light.
Can repel the darkest
of nights.

This spark of hope.
As wonderful and blessed
as it is. Is also a curse.
For what once is light,
can become the most bitter
and powerful poisons
to the heart.
The strongest saint loses
sanity to his fiercest demons
with the absence of light.

For th washed,
The splintered,
And the torn.

For the withered,
The bitter,
And worn.

This is a beacon,
A flare if you must,
Into the sky,
Telling you that it's okay to cry.

Cry a river,
Cry a storm,
It'll make you feel better.

Cry a pond,
Cry an ocean,
It will only help.

Just don't leave,
I'll be with you every step of the way,
And then finally we shall see the day,
Of eternal peace prosperity and love.

Like waves on the seashore
sadness washed over me.
Like moving shadows
despair set in.

Waiting to drag me under,
waiting to crush my soul.
It is a void of darkness
fathomless depths I could not reach.

Like wildfire in the night sky,
it could not be quenched.
Its cold icy grasp soaked me to the bone
gripping my frail heart in its clutches.

Where were you my love?
where were the winds of the wylde,
that used to sweep through my heart.

Where were you my stronghold
my safe haven from the things of the dark?

Like the cold winds of winter
you left me to die,
you cut into me like a noose
squeezing the life out of my soul.

For me without you the end was near
the light was gone
the darkness set in.


To whom then
could I lay those burdens?
To where then
could I have rested my head?

In the silence of my defeat
I laid my burdens down.
I swayed the pale flag of surrender
and I hung my head
low towards the ground.

For how could I see the light,
when all that was ahead of me
was a shroud of mist and gloom?

When all that my future foretells
is my doom,
creeping nearer and nearer.

I looked into my future
I saw tears, and I saw blood.
I saw wicked winds
Ripping into my body
tearing it apart.

Crushing my lungs
choking me of love.
Ridding me of my joy.

Then out of the shroud of my despair,
in a mirage of reality
a light appeared in the distance.


A glistening star shined for me.
Mocking the darkness
scorning the fear.

Steadily as I watched
it grew in volume.
It crept closer and closer
to my beating heart.

As it came nearer
it exploded alive with color and life.
Suddenly as I gazed into that bright beacon,
that beautiful pure light.

I saw through the realm of my eye
glimpses of beautiful things,
shining halls and glistening walls.
Golden streets,
and glorious beauty.

Fields of green
of violet.
Flowers of yellow
of blue and crimson gold.

"Is this the end"?
I cred and cried
"Is this the moment where mortality
and eternity meet"?

From the shrouds of the deepest sorrow
I had emerged.
On the wings of this glorious star,
my heart now soars.
Suddenly as I earnestly watched,
the star grew brighter and brighter.
As this took place, from somewhere
in the midst of the glory
came a voice deep, soft, and forgiving.

"Welcome my child,
welcome my friend,
Welcome home to the life
I have made for you.
Come and your troubles
shall be washed away.
Take my hand
and follow the light of this dazzling star.
The light of my heart
the light of my life.”

You are the captain of this vessel;
where you steer it, it will go.
You see, I have already fallen in love with you..
from the moment it launched from the slip.
And as all of everyone clearly knows,
the one who loves the least
controls the Relationship.

You control the sails and the winds,
you are the compass needle.
So sail me out to the open sea
with its salty ocean air.
And if you don’t care
to stay with me,
then simply leave me there.

I’ll find my way by beacon star
and drift towards the moon;
I’ll brace my soul for choppy seas
and weather every storm;
I’ll mourn you when you leave too soon,
and leave me so forlorn.