(Follow The Crow)

                           As I fell into a dream
                        there he was once again
                        To give me Knowledge,
                           to break the chain

                          Years have passed
                        since I heard the crow
                           Come fly with me
                              It’s time to go

                         My fear grew weak
                          as we flew so high
                           I knew right then
                        I wasn’t afraid to die

                            Into the clouds
                        which felt like home
                       Beyond the heavens
                       is where I will roam


     The Lost Poet
  6/23/21

Was it your guardian angel or an illusion
    did it protect you or just block out the truth
    There is something hidden in your soul
    something evil and dark from your youth

    It’s something you feel deep down inside
    flashes of reality are coming to life
    All these years you have locked it away
    like a shadow hidden deep in the night

    Changing your thoughts of who you are
    false memory of a child fades into the night
    Your ambiguous mind may finally be free
    cause darkness always gives away to light

    Your hearts on a quest to find out the answer
     to a question the world my already know
     In a world that you visit only in a dream
     In a time that you lived way long ago

     It gives you peace just for a moment
     but in time you end up in hell
     You may think that your life is so normal
     but your locked in your own prison cell
    

      The Lost poet
       5/22/21

(My Killer)

I saw the reaper in a dream
In the night he came to me
To scared to run,to scared to scream
I felt the end was near

I saw my killer that same night
staring into my eyes
I thought right then,I’ve  lost the fight
And he has finally won

Through all these years
I was blind
When he appears
I close my mind

I fought with my shadow
I couldn’t get away
I’ve ran from my own soul
I couldn’t stop to pray

I met my killer that day
He was finally free
Very hard for me to say
but the killer was me

The Lost Poet
11/16/20

(Year of the mask)

As I look around
I gasp for air
Millions of people
With a faceless stare

I can’t understand
This world today
Why are people dying
Why does are youth disobey

The world we know
has disappeared
The way we are
Is what we feared

Can’t see family
Can’t see friends
Oh please God
When does it end

Who can we trust
Not a soul today
The ones we looked up to
Has lead us astray

The Lost poet
9/3/20

{ Personal storm }

Take a look around my friend
and once again you’ll find the sun
Is the weight of the world on you
did it take away your fun

I know you can’t see the road
through the pain and the tears
Your world is falling down
Inside your soul you found your fears

But it’s not time to lay it down
It’s not time to call it quits
Rise from your darkest hour
and drag yourself from the pits

We all face our own demons
we all face our private hell
You may feel that you’re alone
 and there’s no one in the world to tell

Take a look around my friend
the storm will finally end
Just remember you’re not alone
And the sun will come again

For a friend
The Lost poet
5/19/20

(Wind on the Mountain)

I stood on the mountain
I looked around to see
A world God gave us
Just for you and me

I felt the cold wind
blow from the north
Such a beautiful feeling
here on Gods great earth

Release your fears
and come with me
I’ll take you to a world
where we are free

Where eagles dare
way above the clouds
Where serenity takes hold
far away from the crowds

Where the rivers flow
and the wolves they run
you can reach to the sky
and touch the sun


The Lost Poet
Elton Stallman
4/27/20

I have a gift sent from the Lord,
It’s been here from the start.
He gave me the eyes to see his word,
and a lonely but beautiful heart.

He helps me release my pain
through poetry and songs
He showed me how to capture the rain
And put it where it belongs

I’ve walked these wicked streets
In the mist, I took a wrong turn
I still breath and my heart still beats
and I’m not ready to crash and burn

I still have something to say
and a lot of music in my soul
As I kneel down and pray
I cling to love and rock ‘n’ roll


Elton Stallman
The lost poet
4/17/20