This beast, wild as the roaring winds,
roams along my peace
seeking with intent to destroy
what i have built.
The snow has fallen as the day before,
yet of its presence i feel a core
melt along with mine.
Unable to salvage the wax wings,
i have grown to large
to brave in the glare of arrogance.

With the earths cool touch i swallow the world
and dream of triumph.

Your supple curves
Carve tears upon my cheek
For now they are nothing,
Just a memory.
And I laugh in the glowing sun
Knowing death has yet to come
And you are not the one.

Among this hardship bloomed the strong heart of a man.
I Cried as he did, and bore the strikes of depressions whip.
Cracking among the words I’ve spoken alone,
To the only ears I dare trust.
Among this bellowing wind of change crying loud,
I have lost my mark along the horizon,
For the leaves have been swept before my eyes, leaving me blind.
And though the wind shall again be tamed,
And the leaves shall fall in sweet silence,
I cannot begin to imagine
When this will come.

As for the sleeping sun, he has yet to rest his mind
The clouds persuade him to cry bright yet blue.
And as the flames grew strong, the cosmos took notice,
And away did his mark rest
Further, further as he grew.
Further through the stars
Until, like a droplet of water
He joined a puddle of light
Appearing as all the others
Unique like the grass,
Sad among his plight.

The sky’s pupil
Shone bright,
As did mans
Before death.

And so I left,
Not because I was weak
But because,
I Was human

So I skip essentials of growing up;
And strip bark from tree.
Let the sky turn red as the poppies head.
For I ride drunk of love to be free.

No man transcends the thrown
From which his fate is
Chosen.
So die in blind
Ambition,
And live,
With naive joys.

Foghorn crying straight proud
Of himself
Licking the smog formed brisk upon days seal
Out of the picture fresh of pollution and
Real
Dreams held in hands uncaring and uncool
And that's why
I wish my hopes were held
By you

And so it breaks as I break
But to say that is that
No lies it would be
Death has come and I have watched
As the albatross stays at peaks Unknown
I forget of it and truth that must be for death has yet to claim me.

You have reached
Within my soul
Roles reversed and I,
The stone has lost its role.

As the sky flew
overhead.
And the stars fell.
I felt ugly,
compared to its
Beauty.