Always take that breath and
expel every syllable that's
                                 clinging.
Throw it out there, tell the
                                         world
what you thinking.

And don't let anyone
                   tell you otherwise.
Because a voice is beautiful,
                 because we all
                                       worth
what we say, don't let others take it away.

There was a sound
In the night
It was my passionate heart beating.
Restless and irritable...
I started to act out in artistic rhythms...
Communicating my disdain and  unhappiness
I changed such feelings to light
and fought the inevitable
The forces of strength were warmth and truth
a strong spirit
regenerating itself back to its former youth.
I stood up and wrote and played through the night.
I reached out to others
and helped ease the dark forces that blurred their innocence in sight
The Karma was bright as it returned to me..
Not wishing for a reward I smiled at the fruits of my labor
to aid this fine world
As I turned the pages of the future pages of History's Book
as my words changed the outcome which we had thought
could never be stopped from being unveiled.
It was freedom of spirit and speech
A beautiful weapon in which we all possess
I fought with such a brutal weapon towards darkness
as it was a beautiful cloaked dagger in which
upon darkness
I had it upon such used to wail.

Muted
A way of speech

Stay Muted
What's being said
What's being heard
Yet, entertained by none
Still, unwelcome by much

Shy of the resound,
but thirst for the silenced to be heeded
Nonetheless.

Just a malamute
Howling in the chaos
Deserted in bold wording.

sailing down
a sunless sea
downward to
infinity
no stars above
to give me hope
or guide me to
an island shore
with every change of course i make
my destin--y
remai-ns unchang---ed

no escape
from this wilderness
no running from this
empti-ne---ss

...da-da-da-dahh
duh da-da da da dahhh

ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
fa--r
so far be-yond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long time
just take my hand
and you will find...

...da-da-da-dahh
duh da-da da da dahhh

so i turn my ship
into the wind
and fa-ce the tru-th
that i have seen
softly singing
she calls my name
with open arms
i release my pain
and as the sea closes over me
my hea-rt at last finds
ser-en-it---y

... oblivio--n
a broken heart's best frie-nd

ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
fa-r
so far be-yond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long ti-me
just take my hand
and you will find...

... oblivio--n
a broken heart's best fri-end

so i turn my ship
into the wind
embrace the heart of
obli-vi---on...

"hello friend"
she welcomes me within...

so ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
far
so far bey-ond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long time
just take my hand
and you will find...

obli-vi-o---n
obli-vi--o---on
obli-vi-o--n

" i'll be your bro-ken hea-rt's
be-st frien--d... "

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Pic Poem
http://oi57.tinypic.com/10qb7tz.jpg
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A message to you, the people
Yes, you.

Smile,

You are being watched

You have an audience

Little ears listen carefully
Little eyes notice much

You don't know this yet but one day
Those ears
Those eyes
will grow
as will their minds, hearts and thoughts

Their voices

Their presence
One in which you overlooked, neglected, discredited
will knock you back
because now you can't ignore them
You are not allowed to ignore them
They will be heard
They will be seen
And you will listen