Hopeful of life's graces
at the same time withered
and stuck at bay.
So I danced with the shadows;
played with cold snow.
Reached for the heavens
to rain patience into this tired heart.
For one sparkle, one smile or maybe one purpose;
but for now I go the mile.
Going on thinking
that maybe now isn't just the right time.
Though time was nothing but spiteful
always landing to something that isn't right.
out of desperation
of maybe's and might's
still hopeless and still lost
In the coldness of night.

On a whim one day we took the car
And drove for miles and miles, quite far
To visit a place, a sanctuary
For cats and dogs and all things hairy

All three of us without a plan
Had never been best friend as man only can
We had no clue when disembarking of all the curs
Alone there skulking and marking

The couple who had come on holiday
Decided to stay when confronted by strays
And in their house they were inundated
With bowls and beds and little bodies mutilated

In one cage a ball of fur hid and retreated
Into the shadows and disappeared
I failed to notice this little hound
Instead shed tears for all around

With anxious steps from Helena and Remy  
We were led to a cage much bigger and roomy
Where inside seemed to hide a huge Bear
Who smiled and sniggered and appeared not to care

This one we took out for a walk
But before that we asked who could not talk
And from the cage the most pitiful thing
With one broken leg and fear heartbreaking

We bundled them both out that day
And bathed and fed and loved them forever
And still today

Blood, fire, ice, wind
Love is strong
Lust is weak
Have faith you faithless one
All will be okay
For I am here for you

Lord I am weak
But you, you are strong
I ask that you fill me up
Give me purpose
Give me life
Spread the light

By Arcassin Burnham


Sitting in the pew thinking how I made it this far,
The warlocks could be anywhere in any chair for a start,
You gotta protect and guard these demons away your heart,
They'll rip you all to shreds and watch your body coming apart,
So please , talk to a good pastor about your troubles,
I see the good in you like a good Samaritan's double,
Thinking you have the ***** enough to play god,
You never know , some of these pastors in the US might just be brujas,
That's Spanish for witch,
I fear for the little kids,
That are at a mature age to where they know their God-given purpose,
We know that karma's a *****,
And you'll get yours if you do this,
You have nothing to fear or have to give to the anonymous,
Well, get right with him on judgment day taking you astray to the
Sunrays in all of its glory , you use to lack alot in faith,
For the perfect girl that you kiss all day , with Daddy issues and purse
Full of Mase , on the south side where they put guns in your face,
Let the peace be still and your faith don't break.

All I want is to be happy
For everyone to feel okay
But that's not the reality
The outlook looking grey

What does it mean
If life is so worthless
To escape the machine
We start to lose purpose

If people are willing
To just throw it all away
Because it's not fulfilling
Then why should I stay?

I am answered quickly
They come running
Knocking on my door already
Making sure the sun is shining

It's dark outside
The sky a work of art
I can no longer hide
As people warm my heart

Deep down inside me
There's a yearning undefined
A role not yet served

The magic exists with your perception,
For the cards always come back together.
Think life.

Imagine this,
Imagine the windows that I have made
The souls that I have traced
For I wouldn’t exist
If you don’t…
See the world that I have faced

I hope you’re still there…
On the other side of this page
Can’t you see?
There is nothing that I have made
If you turn the other way…

Imagine now…
My heart is spilled on this page
All is futile if you escape
My tears on the pillow case

Look into the eyes
Of the soul which you have read
For I am exposed
And of that I will never regret
And I wish that you will never forget

My last wish…

By Arcassin Burnham

Let the rain come down
Cleansing my the pureness of me,
Vines grow from the tips of my toes,
I shall write a fine will,
In respects to the old me,
Painting the town bright green instead
Of red,
Wishing someone would fill my brain with lead,
Accustomed to the pain married to the hate,
Attracted to the lust,
Woken up by the creation,
In hopes of a better nation,
I put beside my stupid obsessive jealousy
For rice and treats,
Treat me to a cold piece of steak,
Please!
Be easy,
Only trying to check on my feet,
To see if the vines went away,
They won't fade like every bad situation I've had,
Throwing lots of shade,
I'm in the ground filled with mistakes,
I paid the way for things that I can relate.