Rise to the occasion
See the empire thrive
Fight the wars
conquer all the world

Let the Emperor rule
Let his sons follow him
let peace reign but freedom sleep
An Empire dreaming

Fire,Smoke, Ashes
Armies clashing upon the walls
an empire about to fall
Now the ashes begin to fall

Smoke clears
All have gone
Sounds.....No.....No sounds
Empire lost in the ground

Centuries pass
new leaders rise and march
they cross a path
were once a mighty city did thrive.

written 11-23-11 edited 11-27-11

Do I live?
I breathe yes
But do I live?
Do we ever really live?

Right and Wrong
Judgments of ourselves
judgments of our world
cloud the "living" mind.

So I ask you now?
Are we really alive?

written 11-23-11 edited 11-27-11

Is it the sun?
or Poseidon's gold
I see?
Shimmering upon the open sea.

Or could it be
your golden hair
casting this glare
upon Poseidon's stare.

What is it I see?
Is it all I could
ever be?
Shimmering waves of gold.

For you and me.

Reams of sunlight
Gleam off crystal clear
water of desires
now its just you and me.

Theres a calmness
within the air
a stillness
beyond all compare

Sun rises
sun sets
with us watching
upon these stone steps

we stopped to
ponder all the
worlds a wonder.

Now together
you and I,
partake in all of gods wonders.

He was counting
down the days
Till he would
Finally return home.

Two long years away
returning with a plan
for a long stay
counting down the  days.

His clothes have been fitted.
His movements long now decided.
The programs are finally printed.
Counting down One Day More.

Forty-five minutes he now must wait.
To make his most glorious return.
The lights come up upon him.
His song has finally been sung.

The audience roared rising to their feet.
A glorious return has finally been achieved.
At long last returned to the stage.
Thunderous applause to "master of the house".

Its the day of passion.
The day of red.
A day of roses.
The day the world moans.

I awoke you early
with a melody
my first gift to you
A song 'Together one forever".

You gave me my first gift
Passion we had yet to
share, as the sun
was arising

The night fell upon us.
Dinner by the River.
With foods of passion
chocolates filled with red.

Together we arrived
In a quite empty room
sounds of passion soon
filled up the quite air.

We laid there sleeping
the day passing on
your still sleeping
This nights got me writing.

This is the story
of a boy called Mason
who grew up in
the city of Boston.

Mason could crawl.
Mason could walk.
Mason could swim.
Mason cannot fly.

Mason and his best friend Stan
have a dream to be Peter Pan
Mason and Stan know
they can never be the Pan.

Mason and Stan grew.
Still wishing they
could say they flew
Like their hero the Pan.

A dream continued to grow.
Technology was to slow.
The wright brothers flight spread
But Mason was only hours dead.

He dreamed a dream
many dream
To fly high
Like Peter Pan across the sky.