seas receive
thousand cries

stifled sighs
broken ties

silent tales
held within

cache sounds
unheard din

breakers come
to incite

endless rite
pointless fight

tall he stands
resolute

rocklike form
absolute

striding on
ancient seas

takes her due
gradually

steals his hold
stealthily

firmament
casts its spell

undermines
with each swell

strategy
crystallized

her control's
minimized

empyreal
victory

behemoth
must agree

all it takes
is a move

change his stance
he can prove

though the seas
snarl and pout

in the end
there's no doubt

while there's worth
status tall

at some point
we may fall

think ahead
where we be

lest we're trapped
in some sea

The Universe, an ever expanding space
It has its own will, its own way
Never to be comprehended by mere mortals,
Light has not reached its edges
Nor will it ever, for it never stops growing
An adventure in waiting, a calamity yet to be
We watch and wait
Insignificant to the being before us
Our thoughts, our being, our home

I wanted you
Like how the sun,
Wanted to shine.
It doesn't have to.
It shouldn't have to.
But it does.
For it is as inevitable,
As the sky above you,
And fated to do.
Like how I longed for you.
Like how the sea,
Longed to kiss the shore;

Again and again,
Endlessly again,
It should happen.

Days will come and days will go.
Days become months.
Months will come and months will go,
Months become years.
Years will come and years will go,
You become old.
Death will come and life will end.
Now, what did you do with all those days?

None can write a story
more vibrant, more in touch
with love than the human heart,
brimming with a form of spirit
that emits a glow not unlike the
flame does, small, still the fire it starts.
Unpopular as my ideal may seem,
not unlike an endless stream,
we would choose to seek further,
deeper, though we may suffer,
we will not stop until we've found
a machine that is "greater" than any
emotion or natural love around.