Constant for Sacrifice

Step back for a moment,

And look at the world before,

Beautiful,

Solemn,

And ever changing,

Now look at your life,

All the constants that stay the same,

Imagine if there but one constant to keep you grounded,

Bolted to the very ground you stand on,

Is this not worth some sacrifice,

Because this ever changing world,

Will not wait idle

Relative Wild Emotions

Emotions run wild in nature,
Like animals hunting one another,
Lurking and scampering around,
To never capture and learn,
Learn and study these emotions,
Is just like letting the lion loose in the zoo,
Uncontrolled and dangerous

Shadow's Own Creation

I create this shadow,
Deep and dark inside,
To eclipse this emotion,
And render all else empty,
To cover up the emotion,
Creating this shadow and showing nothing,
Just vast emptiness

Echo the Call

To echo this call,
To sound off,
Makes noise and raise eyebrows,
To find something,
To just echo the call,
And let it resonant through these halls

You are my Heart

You are my heart,
This darkness,
This light,
The moon to my sky,
Without my heart I am nothing,
Who would I be without it,
The change that has occurred,
And still,
You are my heart

Stupendous Nights

During these nights,
All seems busy,
As light flicker on and off,
As life springs up and anew,
Night brings new day,
As new opportunities arise,
To live and feel this spender of these nights,
Is almost stupendous

Belief in the Lurker

Late at night when all is most quiet,
Lurks something that no one will ever see,
Never has the light of day touched this thing,
Of what this thing is unknown,
As to say not much is known is maybe to question,
Question whether or not it does exist,
Or maybe something installed into imagination

The Silence of the Game

Silence,
As it draws near in the audience,
As if something glorious has happened,
This quick silence is only forgotten quickly,
By the roar of the crowd,
Ignited by the crashing sound that took place,
Leaving a victor on this field of battle,
And the losing opponent lay motionless,
No words are sparred other than the crowds,
A game that is much like a battle in a war

The Beginning of the End

From the sun,
The heat is born,
And the lifetimes it takes to travel,
From place to place,
The energy it is,
And fire that seems eternal,
And yet,
One day,
It'll decay,
Become nothing,
And take everything with it

Breathe Life

Take a breath,
And dive deep,
Into this world,
And find yours,
Heart beats,
And chest flares,
Just dive deep,
Hold your breath

Developing Genius

Developing this idea,
To share and hide it from the world,
A genius as such is beyond comparison,
Stories can be generated at any rate,
But to attain something great,
And have the masses enjoy this piece,
Is a feat all on it's own

Fire Walker

Like walking on hot coals,
The fire does burn,
But not only the soles of your feet,
Something deeper is awakened,
Either by the fire or by the courage,
The courage to take those steps,
To perform something beyond the normal,
To walk on fire and push yourself,
Risking it all just for a sensation

Writing with No Answer

To write and write for days on end,
To make something out of words,
Seems to become some sort of talent,
But real talent seems to be in forming the words,
Finding the meaning and chasing down the reason,
Because who is going to be able to find the answer,
The true meaning of these words,
The real meaning behind why they were written,
To translate and analyze the meaning,
Is like trying to find the real meaning behind anything,
Questions have answers,
But these answers are multiple,
They can vary due to how they are asked,
So to write for days and have it read,
And have no questions ask,
Is that the true answer,
Or is it simply the issue behind it all

Pacing on the Wall

There you go,
Walking up and down,
Up and down this wall,
A wall that does not seem passable,
One that does not seem likely to actually be,
Like reality is no longer a factor,
Mainly due to you walking up and down this wall,
Pacing,
Your sleep now making the hollow sound,
As if your pacing is making some effect,
But still there you are,
Walking up and down this wall,
Completely defying the gravity

Having Reality in Dreams

Dreaming those dreams,
Like one's you've never really dreamed,
Just as she stands before you,
Like the first night that these two eyes met,
Making a fire ignite,
To feel it all in a dream but in a different place,
To be anywhere and to feel as that all felt,
It was all euphoric,
But in this dream it was different,
As if let open to decision,
So it all ended at the beach with a kiss,
It all seemed real,
Only to have wake up with a smile,
And just wonder how she was,
Because outside of the dream,
The reality still seems just as bright,
Because she can still bring that smile to him

Sense of the New World

To see the start of this day,
Letting it bring in the new world,
All seems possible,
As eyes become more open,
Becoming able to absorb,
Take in all this world has to offer,
With no evil shadows to cause havoc,
It becomes increasing peaceful,
Almost a sense of the new world

Alone on this Beach

Walking down the side of the beach,
No pier sight,
This is awkward to see nothing,
The sky is clear,
And the water calm,
Nothing but this silence consumes,
And the wake of ocean just fills the air,
And the smell of salt fills,
Just alone on the beach with nothing in sight

Crash of the Storm

The calm before the storm,
To flight of these concords,
Seems to sore high,
Just to hear the thunder crash,
See the lightning hit,
To sit in the storm and watch the world fight itself

Deep Emotion

Just to miss you everyday your gone

To know I've never meant it more,

Without you that road only gets longer,

To just wait,

To just give you my heart

Flooded with Emotion

Sometimes it's time to make or break,
To wait in this wake of the moment,
Finding that breaking point,
Waiting on the edge,
Waiting to the breaking point,
And to just to be flooded with emotion

Demonic Monster

To create this monster,
And find these parts,
Making up something horrible,
What is worth this monster's life,
Something like this monster,
Creates this demon,
Demonized

Happiness Found

Putting all this on the line,
Just for one person,
Youth has nothing to do in knowing what to do,
Most people don't follow their heart and find their happiness late,
Late in life after years,
Happiness is an amazing thing,
And totally worth the wait over all things

Retrospect on Life

For what is this madness,
This life that is my own,
My mind was alive,
Spastic beating in my chest,
Life is worth the fight,
This madness is just life,
In retrospect

Troubling Sky

Trying to figure out this problem that is in the sky,
Why can't this madness just end,
Who knows why this world has started to end,
Seems the sky needs to darken this morning,
With words unwritten,
This is just visual history

Rolling with the Wind

Walking down this road,
Just to see the dust rise again and again,
The sounds of the wind blowing through the grass,
Whistling up and down the lane of the street,
This road old with age,
Just to have the dust rise up again,
And everything becomes calm and silent

Conundrum

Searching for an answer to the question,
One that has not even been answered,
What is wrong with the unanswered question,
Just to wonder how this would all happen,
Just to have the result not even be close to the answer,
The searching just seems to result in a conundrum

Football in Other Words

Gathering up,
This energy,
Like the lights turned on,
And the hype is there,
A mix of angry and adrenaline,
Lets this war begin,
Just a dead man walking onto the field

Brought on Emotions

Waiting for this day,
Like the sunshine shining down onto you,
The warmth beating down,
Causing emotions to swell,
Like the wood from the rain,
Such is this swelling of your heart,
Resulting in just a glimmer of a smile

Beyond the Stars

Laying awake in this endless night,
Starring at the stars,
With bloodshot eyes these stars seems to shine,
Under a moonless night,
In such confused did these wonder,
Waiting to lock on to a place,
Far beyond these stars and into the sky,
Before all seems dark until the stars shined,
Shining ever so brightly

Eclipsed Marvel

Stuck in the marvel,
The light from the sun can no longer,
Capture the moment in which the time,
Has all but passed,
Just stuck looking,
Staring,
Glaring into this marvel,
Eclipse by the light of the sun

No Glory in the Foley

Lost and found on this beached city,
Alone and yet while a group,
Forgotten at sea but remember on land,
On this beached city should be the salvation,
The salvation of these damned,
Cursed and swept away from happiness,
From glory and from anguish,
Solemn in this hallow place,
As everyone who had stepped before is no longer here,
Gone leaving decadent remains,
Lost in this beached city,
Among ruins of their own lives

Lifeless While Living

Take this breathe,
And take this life,
For it seems to no longer function,
In proper repects,
This cold nature does not suit,
Does not suit the life that was presented,
This depression is unsettling,
Odd to see how this all come together is such progression,
To just take this life,
Steal it's breathe,
Just to be lifeless

The Fragile Nature of Destiny

Slowly down this line,
We walk forever in a circle,
Is it because we are not ready,
To move on and find something new,
Or is it meant to be as if a waiting period,
To just tread water in open water,
These vast oceans of our destiny seem to collapse,
And yet still rebuild after every tug on our own destiny

Waiting on Time

Time goes faster and slower,
Just at the whim of your hand,
Like the flow of the tide,
Just receding and progressing,
Take this power you have,
And use it for your own good,
There is always time later for everything,
Only the patient will be there when it's all over,
As they wait time only seems longer though

Truth of Childhood

Thinking back to the time,
Where all seems blissful,
Silly and slow,
It was the easiest moment in life,
The child so innocent,
And sadly all things that are so easy,
End in the most informal manner

Undertow

Feelings are a curious something,
Changing like the wind,
Wondering why this monster comes,
From the depths of the undertow,
Down in this undertow,
Shallow is this undertow,
Down in the depths of everything,
Feelings are as curious as this undertow

Odd Thoughts

Just to walk this road,
And think these thoughts,
It's no wonder why this all appeared this way,
Like how the ocean washes away,
The sand disappearing over the years,
Odd thoughts

Wonderous Heart

Wonder how something could mean so much,
Gathering up all my thoughts,
Just to muster up the strength to compile my thoughts,
Just to wait for something seems to mean a lot,
Just what you have to do sometimes,
When you have no other option but,
To just follow this wonderous heart

Tape Without Rewind

Making this time,
Unable to press rewind,
I always wanted to just switch to cds,
But this tape track is just rolling,
And I wait for it to flip sides,
And see where it'll bring us together

Lost is Much More Than it Seems

Lost in this space,

Can't seem to find a place to sit,

Just to think about the time passing by,

Is it all real or am I dreaming,

Will it hurt when all is over,

Or will things become brighter,

In this world of mine,

As it seems I am lost in space,

No real footing or a destination,

Just thinking and living things out,

As they happen and as time goes on,

If this is all a dream then why are thing so real,

Does this touch not mean something,

Or is this kiss simply a way to not have to reply,

If I am truly lost in space,

Maybe this is where I should be,

Just with these thoughts and living the way I am,

With happiness before me,

With the past far behind me,

So how is this considered lost in space,

But still maybe lost is not all it's thought to be,

Just to take the right step and to find all that is in this space,

So in reality I am not lost or wondering about of any sort,

Instead look to the dream that as slowly turned in a reality,

All before my eyes,

Just brighter than any sun,

Call it inspiration,

Call it what you will,

If it had a name it would be hers,

So maybe not all is lost in space,

But found in the reality of this dream,

Such is the smile that dawns on us

Lost without a Light Switch

Lacking and lost in something dark,
This place seems familiar but still,
Wondering around this place,
As if its all happened before,
To linger here,
Is maybe where the switch can be found,
To flick it on and create some light,
And see all there is to see

Said and Done

When it's all said and done,
Who can win,
When the game is over,
Game tied at one,
Who can you really call the victor,
When all is said and done

Scent of Night

Stay awhile and breath the air,
How coy it is,
The taste of the air on the cold night breeze,
Just as the mist settles in,
The moon starts to shine ever brighter

Train of Thought

I'm just sitting here,
Thinking about the world,
As it still continues to turns,
Looking to the ceiling as if it has answers,
Just thinking about all the events that take place,
It's profound to think of everything all at once,
Just my train of thought chasing down time

Power of Words Held Within

Sometimes it can be hard to say how you really feel,
Like a monster eating you up on the inside,
Just clawing for a chance to peak it's head,
Yet something inside of all of us makes us distant,
Distant from the fact that sometimes things need to be said,
They may not has meaning or may not apply to anything,
But the conscious effort to voice your opinion is a strong quality,
One we might all hope to have at some point in life,
We should never be sidelined for life,
Sometimes it's okay to speak up and voice your opinion,
Because your words are your own and they have power,
More then you would think

Events of a Cataclysmic Beach City

Walking around this desert town,
This lonely beach that is in high tide,
With no seagulls around to caw at nothing,
This place seems a lot more like a empty place,
Yet one person still sits on the porch of their house,
The eyes aged and seen much in such short years,
Just the sounds to water on the ocean breeze,
The tide now reseeds and the one person goes inside

Life When Compared to Love

Life,
Is short,
When compared to,
The entirety of everyone,
Of the spawn of life,
Just starting to think about everything,
Because this life is only getting longer,
With time it seems it starts to catch,
This is life is short when compared to you

Searching Under Happiness

Starting off to something new,
Just to try and walk a mile,
Find this place that I have long sought,
Just looking,
Always searching,
Eyes meet and things start to change,
And smiles seem to sneak in

Life in Retrospect

We grow and change,
All because of the people influencing our lives,
The events that seem to cascade around you,
To only build up layers of your own being,
Making you yourself,
Just the thought of a piece becoming missing,
That is the harsh reality,
When something grows so close to you that,
It just is gone without notice

Starting Off Lost

It can be hard to imagine the depth of something,
Until really tested it hard to test a bond,
A relationship that has true friendship,
Just breathing life anew,
And finding things a bit different than imagined,
Only things are being scratched,
Pushed and pulled away from their place,
And an ache seems resume that wasn't there to begin

Chained Thoughts

There are times when I want to leave,
Because everything just seems so hard,
So out of place that I can't stand to think,
My thoughts caged and turned to rage,
Frustration consumes me and I feel like I'm missing something,
Accepting the fact of losing is harder then previously imagined,
To have something and have it gone the next second is hard for the heart,
To grasp and understand this world,
For something as strong as blood is hard to come by,
And even harder to feel lost

Change of the Game

Determined and never out the game,
These paces are starting to speed up,
As if the game has changed it's self,
The rules and the points still feel the same,
But the way it's all played out is changed,
Rearranged into something new and just being able to realize,
The reality of the situation,
No longer makes this a game

Not One Word

Living,
Breathing,
Walking,
Seeing,
The warmth in my life,
Warms my heart,
Just as one word,
Can not describe

Prospect

Walking this way,
On this long beaten path,
Prospect resides,
Only those who seek to attain it

The Missing Piece of the Sky Pt. 2

This piece that has fallen,
Is no longer alone,
Yet so many things are split,
But together they are whole,
Just as the two halves of the moons

The Missing Piece of the Sky Pt. 1

Just looking around,
Taking it all in,
Just the lines of the mountains,
How they cut the sky in two,
Just as their are two halves to every whole

When All Seemed Lost

If there was ever a time when all seemed grim,
When it grew dark and the night felt cold,
When seeing no longer matter because all seemed like chaos,
What if there was a light that you did not see,
Something that would steal the very air from your lungs,
And give you the life and fulfill the fantasy of your life,
Bring down the light in which you speak,
And all that seemed dark and grim will be no more

Value of this Night

Looking and staring,
Into a void that seems to consume this world,
Locked into a gaze,
As the sunrises,
The light floods the room and the eyes close,
To sleep when the light rises,
For it was this night,
That all seemed to come together,
All this,
Was not something of value,
Only the time spent together was cherished then,
And forever more will it stand in the night

The Forest of Time

There are countless time before the growth,
The spouting of tree and the way the leaves sway,
It makes you wonder what caused all this growth in life,
How could this all happen in such a long span of time,
No accelerated point of time can really take back what happen,
This forest only lives because of time

Fear is the Storm

Just like the wind that cracked the sky,
As its forces pushed and pulled the sky,
The flash emerged,
Touched down to the ground with a brutal snap,
All as the sky wept in sorrow,
Fear is nothing like a storm,
It is the storm and lightning

Mental Wasteland

Writing down thoughts,
Just letting things out,
These words that spill,
Onto the page,
Are nothing more than a story,
Of life,
Of love,
Of just living out day to day,
We all walk a path that is our own,
And choices are just life's way of giving us choice,
The path we all seek is unique,
Together,
As a whole,
We converge on something like a freeway,
But there is no hellish traffic to slow us down,
No worries as long as we all do as we must,
Just spill out our own words and correctly convey them,
So all the world can just spew out their mental wasteland

Tonight this Aura

Tonight I feel,
As though a weight has been lifted,
As if a spot has been filled,
This night,
I will find out,
And find,
My happiness,
This aura in which I have searched for,
Is just before my own eyes

Swinging My Life Away

These words are more then my words,
They take hold of me,
I find myself sitting here,
Waiting for something to appear,
And all along this time I've been waiting,
What I was looking for was right next to me,
All these lives that I've met,
Have seen me grow and change,
But nothing could help me foresee this,
Just sitting up on this porch and swing life away,
With her

Falling In Head First

This mind of mine is racing,
Jumping and tumbling over thoughts,
The world here is no longer my own,
It seems a bit lighter,
Like the fluff of a cloud,
The air seems cleaner,
And my eyes can grow more open,
To the light of the new day,
That was only brought to my attention,
Only because it was like falling head over heels

Into the Night We Run

Into the night we run,
Steady and swift as leaves,
Light footsteps along the sand,
Eyes flicker in and out of moonlight,
Shining so brightly,
And now we run together,
Just into the night

This Road is a Dream Pursued

I walk this road once more,
Down this narrow path,
Yet my line intersected another,
Odd how I didn't expect it,
The warmth that has been brought into my life,
Down this road,
It's all a journey,
And now I must pursue my dream

Confused Waiting

Walking and waiting,
Forever thinking all that seemed incomplete,
Yet this light has shined down,
And this body has continued on it's journey,
Just on the path to a destiny which is unclear

Moon in the Morning Sky

Howling to this lunar light,
Something that brings all to light,
The seem of thoughts,
The dawn of the morning sun as it rises,
Yet what can be missing from this forest,
This forest that is my mind,
Trees as thoughts,
Ideas as leaves,
And all are symbols that point to a path,
One I may have to wonder alone,
Still as the lunar light fades,
Still I can look up see the moon in the morning sky

Amazing Yet Still Changing

It amazing to me,
As this life treads on,
That all these things are coming to light,
These deep inner workings are just becoming a real part,
This expression of myself,
Is something that is totally new,
And yet I feel as though,
It might just scare everyone away

Taken on the Wind

Still continuing down a road much less traveled,
And all along the way I meet the most interesting people,
The flowers are something to take note of as I pass through this grass plain,
Away on the wind I go,
Just walking to the destination in which I am heading for,
How long will it be before my arrival,
The ways that this all ties together and seems to fall apart,
To just be woven into some almost to the point,
That it no longer make sense to others,
To be apart of something and believe so much,
To follow this dream and attain,
All that I seek and look for,
This is our night,
On this breeze I will pass by

Howl of the Wolf

Seeking and floating on the air,
The scent from last night still fresh,
Just lingering in the air,
The taste still fresh on the tongue,
That of the wolf as it searches,
Sniffing the night air searching for something,
As the howl is released so is a relief,
As he hears the call of another

Searching the Sky

This conflict that seems to surround me,
This waiting and being patient,
Is something supposed to help take aim,
Or is all lost in the clouds,
Many things seem out of reach,
The target is only seeming in the sky,
Unable to be seen until ready to appear

Unknown in the Abyss

Lost in this abyss,
Stuck in the blackness,
And yet light emerges above,
Trenched in this abyss it feels as though I'm stuck,
Layered in by the sheer complexity of this cavern,
Is the light to guide or distract,
Still I wonder this as I dive in deeper,
This blackness turning to darkness,
Down wondering,
Searching for something that may lay there eventually,
Just searching for something unknown,
In the unknown cavernous abyss

The Application of Ice to Cup

The shutter of the ice,
Clashing into the cup,
Which is later filled by water,
And because of the ice,
The water cooled,
And the cup started to sweat,
And because of this the cup,
Along with the water and ice,
Where moved out of where it was,
It sat onto a new dry spot,
And beneath them a coaster sat to hold the cup,
From the surface of this unknown,
Odd how all this started because of a piece of ice,
Diving into unknown waters,
Yet this can apply to many things

This Life Line We Walk

Life is the line in which we all walk,
All of us differently,
And others at entirely different speeds.
Each path we walk leads to people,
And during the journey along this path,
We cross lines with other people,
Who too are on a walk of their own,
Each these paths meet,
Forever to converge and then meet up once more,
Like the crowd of a wedding,
And the clammer from the parade,
We are all brought together for a reason,
One far greater then you or I,
But eventually we all have a low point in our line,
And we all grow and change while walking this life,
Sometimes it can just take others longer

Fathomed Potential of a Thought

The thought that was able to be of late,
Is one of great fathom ability,
This idea is always able to come to light,
Just to free the mind,
Unlock the potential of a dream,
When all reality seems to seize up,
And all that really matters is one,
One person to hold your center,
That would be the point you wouldn't let it remain,
Just a thought that is reality

Realization of a Goal

Sometimes it take me a long while to realize,
Attain all the knowledge around me and focus,
On the goal at hand,
But as of late it has become obstructed,
And still it doesn't bother me,
It took me so long to realize all I wanted,
Though at one point it was right before me,
Maybe this time if things are set right,
It will all be so again,
And this time there won't be the confusion,
Which dithered and prolonged this realization

Forming Routine Thinking

Gathering all the thoughts into a group is just seeming to be a routine,
Just thinking making the same thought become reproduced,
Finding the place for these thoughts to be placed properly,
Thinking this thought makes me realize everything that is before me,
This river that as formed from a steady stream,
Just seems to wash away everything else but this one thought,
Just this routine that has been formed to have these thoughts formed correctly

No Sacrifice of Words

Writing for days upon these hours,
All the effort spilled on to the page,
With just a hope,
Something much like a dream,
Just waiting and buying the time to find it all,
Just to take away the breath of one person,
To really understand the meaning of all these writings,
Seconds upon minutes,
And those only turning to hours,
For this time it was nothing but reality as they poured out,
Just onto the page to lay there in wait,
Just to be read but once or twice over if needed,
And still they sit in the waiting to read by the one they were written for

Written Words

That night I wrote all these words,
With great feeling and emotion behind them,
I did not burn the forest with my writings,
Only touched pen to paper,
And spilled my heart to it,
Now it all sits and waits for something beyond,
This night that I wrote all those words,
Are words I will never regret

Ever Closer and Yet Far Away

For what seemed so far away for so long,
Is ever so close and yet so far away still,
Through before it was oceans apart,
To now being just a short travel away,
But all is best with time,
As will be well one day as the time seems to tick by,
For what had seemed to far away,
Now to be forever closer until it will be swept away

Only in the Night Sky

This singular moment stands out,
The moment where all seemed lost and all seemed against me,
Life has dealt a strange hand,
Yet still I stand here just waiting,
Waiting for that moment that all would become clear,
And the night it did was all but too late,
I just looked to the stars and wondered,
Such a clique to do this,
To just look to the night sky for some sort of answer,
But it is odd how it inspired my thought process,
The ways that all these thoughts seemed to happen all at once,
It's unbelievable that all this happened just out of the blue,
And the disbelief that was yours was shared by me,
Yet still this is the most important moment to me,
The most important person happens to be the one I hurt most,
And that one chance I seek may never come,
Still this singular thought triumphs over all others

Wondering and Searching

Still just wondering what exactly is going on,
Just searching,
Looking for the answer that we need,
Wishing for this moment to just happen,
For all the words to be spilled,
Splattered all out on to the wall and let free,
From the word of mouth to the awaiting ears,
All in hope of renewal

Certain Words and Actions

This is life is anything  but certain,
To just take away all the bad and replace it with something anew,
It can take the breath of the strongest of people,
And still create the way of words inside the mind,
To be able to release these words,
And bring all meaning and action to these words,
Would make more certain the intentions,
Such is life as it seems to go on,
Just like the steady stream,
The stream is never certain either

Pondering on Reality

This dream was my own when it came out into reality,
Walking down this narrow path that was paved before me,
Just sitting here pondering the thought,
This dream that walked back into reality,
To just sit on ponder such an event

Wonderous Reality

This is wonderous,
This thought that came to me,
In a dream that soon became reality,
As if clouds were just the fluff of this story,
As the top seemed endless,
Wonderous in this thought that occurred to me,
As I sit and wait for this time to relate,
To my dream as it become something of reality,
For this has all played out in my mind,
Just to see it unfold before my very own,
This is a wonderous dream that became reality,
And wonderous causes such wonder

Lurker's Prey

In the shallows it waits,
Just lurking in the mist that covers,
It's eyes piercing red and pulsing,
Pulsing for its prey as it sit patiently,
Dare not disturb this creature,
For it is said to that of legends,
A monster so fierce that is may just take small children,
Just as the eyes move across the water,
It's prey lands nestling in to the slow current of the stream,
The tall grass just parting slowly as it moves forward,
The jaws starting to clinch and the mouth starting to water,
The heart pounding deep inside it's chest,
And then the prey takes off once more,
A small grunt is muffled by the shallow pool,
So again this lurker waits for it's prey

Streaming Down the Fall

The brook that bubbled as it rode down stream,
Splashing against the rocks as it all came to the opening,
To the waterfall that lead down the lake,
Where all could gather and bask in the glory that is this body,
This water that seems to quench the desire of the masses,
To plunder their boats and take up the arms,
To see it all babble down a brook on last time

Valley of Meadows

These plains that flutter in the wind,
The grass that tickles the toes of the children,
As they run through the open meadows,
This brisk wind that curls and rocks,
Rocks the chairs that lay on the porches,
Just to see the sun set over the crest of the peaks,
These mountains that hold the valley of meadows

Diligently Searching

Tonight I walk into the arms,
Not the embrace of darkness,
But the one of light,
To this path I will walk,
No stumbling on this path,
I will walk here unhindered and find,
All that I have been searching ever so diligently for

Mind Altering

Forming thoughts in my mind,
Like this mind altering drug that has induced me,
Tricked me into some sort of state where I am outside,
Outside of my own body and yet still in control,
This life has taken me so far in such a small time,
The window is only open from here,
And this trip has only just started

Take Up This Night

This night we will walk down this alley,
The narrow we will run,
And the down hill we can jog,
But this night is ours no matter what happens,
Take it up in arms,
Sleep under the stars and bask in the dreams,
Dreams that can take you far away from all this,
Remember this night,
Because we are free

Random Thoughts in a Pool

Random thoughts and seem to sink and swim around in the pool of my mind,
Long have they just waited there endlessly on an inner tube just wanting to be brought up,
Like words to the book that is unfinished,
They help complete the story and bring forth lots of new and old ideas,
Some should be kept while other simply float along and create something new,
In with the new out with the old as the saying goes,
And all the while there is a few thoughts just lingering in this pool of my mind,
Long has it been for such an occasion to occur and to where will this all lead,
How can this all be when these randoms are more spastic then you would think

Maddening Quake that Shattered

Waiting for this shelter to fall,
The walls around this place seem to shake,
Quaking and trembling,
Waiting in the madness that consumes all,
This maddening quake that takes all that is,
Does not replace the time or the possessions lost,
Just making the wall crumble and shatter as they become loose,
Breaking away seamlessly from the frame which held them,
These loose walls that fell,
Now only to expose the thing in which they protected,
This pent up being was never meant to rise from here,
This quake that shook and plundered the way down,
Cracking the fountain of all that was and shattered its bindings,
This being comes from the rumble and pieces of this shattered shelter,
Its form not quite clear as it crumbles and stumbles forward,
As if pressing on to follow a path in which it was kept,
And yet the road forks into three and the decision begins

Like a Heart of the Storm

This window that feeds the breeze,

As it disrupts all in the house,

Curling and dancing around everything about,

Paper flown,

Cups spilled,

Curtains parted,

And all the while they just sat and watched,

Watched the wind push around the contents of their home,

Their possessions lay strewn across the floor,

Ruined by the water and wine they had drank that night,

This wind that blows over all things,

It just disrupts the current flow of energy and the night,

Well the night was spent in silence,

Not a word happened to slip from their lips,

Not a syllable to grace the tongue of them,

Just the whistling wind and its leftover destruction

Wonderous Wondering

This time that went over the edge of the boat,
And splashed down in the water below,
As the tide pulls away the thoughts that rolled down,
Rolled down the hill as most thoughts have,
Thrown over to the gallows though this thought,
The wonderous night seems to make this thought pick back up,
These gallows change to the higher decks of this ship,
This life that is thought that rolls over

Night's Ending

Well this night ends,

In this time that slows down,

And the end seems ever closer,

Then the light arises as the new day starts,

The welcoming of the light rays is the opening,

Opening to the rest of the world the establish,

That this moment has come,

The time that rolls around as the clock spins to a stop,

Just to start up again,

This time has come as the sun rises in the east,

Just to set in the west and settle behind the moon

This Night's Memory

Wake to the sounds of birds fresh in my mind,

The taste of that last night fresh in my memory,

Over the time that this all took place,

This whole night wrapped in to a memory,

Waking up to the sound of your voice,

Like the sound of birds,

That taste of drink made for me that was sour,

Yet sweet at the same time,

Over the course of the night,

My memory never faded,

This was the night to remember,

The night when everything was so clear

End of Life and its Burden

Burdened by the end of life,

Just to sit and ponder the end,

Wondering what there is to do,

Where this life will take me,

Where will it throw you,

Taking into account all of this,

This happenstance,

Is it reality or is it just something,

Something that is meant to be,

Just to become accepted

Searching for Salvation

Searching for salvation,

As if religion can help,

And for some it may,

But to search for something,

So attainable,

So within reach,

To just walk for miles and feel free,

Wouldn't that be the salvation,

The thing that we all sometimes forget to search for

Creasing the Line

This folds that crease the lines,

Just repeating the sequence as if stuck in place,

This sheet that lays as it is caused to crease,

Shattered the image of what should be,

Rather what is,

The continuous removal of the crease,

The normal view that has become nothing but a reflection,

A reflection of a line in which is pressed,

Into the mind,

And this crease is only a fold on this line

Glass Only Half Full

This gathering of these thoughts,

Like the water to my glass,

Its only half full and the clock is beginning to tick,

Around the circle in a straight line,

Confusion and a clear path are two parts of different paths,

The life that fills my cup,

This glass only half full is starting to fill once more

Burn Cabinet Burn

Devoted to the case in which the files are collected,

Deviantly dwindling done to the wire,

This fire is burning down these halls,

And the flames are only claiming everything of worth,

Rising with the prices of the gas which has lit the fire,

Scorching and hot the fire tongues at the doors,

Burning with the desire to destroy those files that have been sitting,

Sitting all collected like in the files in which they're stored,

And yet they burn in the fire,

Festering in the fire the cabinet burns

Language of My Own

This language that is not my own,

Yet it touches my tongue and flows out,

This language that has seemed to escape my knowledge,

Is it something of moral revise or is it just an opinion etched into my mind,

This verbal spew take hits your ears like rocks,

One that penetrate much like bullets,

These words of this dialect,

They take me back,

As they fall from my own lips,

This language that is not my own is not only my own

Night's Arms

This night that takes us,

In to the arms,

Of what ever we may fall into,

The lives that seem to surround us,

As our own lives surround them,

We take this night to cherish,

To drink and plunder this night,

To games and song and more games,

This night will take us

Parting Water

Over the hills make the water part,

Into the streams as bridge starts to turn down the river,

To the ocean the stream opens up into the night,

Upon the morning that breaks to the open sea,

Just to see ships weave with the waves,

The splash is cool,

The spray of the ocean is cool,

And one day the day will break over the water,

The hills are over and the water has started to part

Lust for Compassion

This feeling beating my chest,

It can be confusing and sometimes ever changing,

But this heart of mine oh how it urns,

My breath is taken and my words smitten from all thought,

Ideas run dry and lips become moist,

The thought of all else escapes and the product is one of affection,

This life of mine as lead me wrong for a time being,

And just to reserve this action and take back something,

Just in hopes of repairing the damage that was done,

And make that smile shine like it did before,

With such luster and compassion,

With the grace and beauty that has been missing from my life,

Without this heart of mine leading me,

I never would have done anything like this,

This is the step that must be taken,

Even in failure these feelings would remain

Just Thoughts

Remembering the times that were spent,

In the deepest thought and having it be only a memory,

Something that lingers in the back of your mind and there it stays,

Much like the mouse as he hides from the cat,

This thought that becomes burrowed deep in the subconscious,

This memory becomes eclipsed by the fact of life,

That living take priority over all that this thought was,

So many one day it'll just be a fond memory,

But for now it is just a mindful reminder of how our deepest thoughts,

Are only thoughts and are sometimes nothing more

Your Moment

Make or break the moment,

Just to let it take you back to the time,

The idea of the moment of this life,

The moment that would take you and stop time,

Make this time last and make the moment,

Stretch this time and forbid those evil thoughts,

Those slight tangent that seem to control our lives,

This moment is yours

Rewind

There might not be any rhyme,
But this is something never before splattered across my mind,
It's what I go to bed thinking and what I wake up thinking,
Normally this takes time,
So maybe I could rewind and think,
But just like a bullet,
It hit me and I don't remember the shot sounding,
Unlike a bullet though,
It didn't hurt,
But took me by surprise,
Maybe this time,
It will change and reverse the actions,

Just backing up in rewind

Like Winnie the Pooh

Wonder how this can all be true,

This dream that feel like Winne the Pooh,

How odd that Christopher Robin isn't here to pester me,

And no chipper bouncing tiger to bring these spirits up,

Why is such a thing as this pop culture filling my dreams,

Confused this Disney state is,

Why damn it

Chaos Pt.6

During my thoughts that seem to take me back,

To the period where chaos seemed to consume,

Just to find out what was before me was belated,

This chaos formed into something that was not perceived,

Finding out things through the chaos causes me to think,

Think about this moment,

This time maybe I will be the one to finally get it right,

And control and bring order to my chaos

Chaos Pt.5

This world continues to revolve and change,

Change into something that can resemble something close to power,

Control the power and order can be attained,

Yet there is always an issue with the mind of one,

The control of another is to hold the chaos of many,

Controlling the masses and not quite understanding what exactly going on,

Isn't that how chaos is created,

Is that not where it starts,

Or is it where it ends...

Chaos Pt.4

Welcome to the moment in which chaos can consume,

Not just your world but mine,

The picture that you think is painted is nothing more than fiction,

Life has never seemed so planned out when you watch every step,

Leap into the world with feet first and find your own path,

Not conforming to any one thing,

Just becoming your own person and finding a true center,

Chaos is only there to remind us of what peace could really bring...

Chaos Pt.3

Delving down into something that may seem unknown,

It is our own primal instinct to take and make life better for ourselves,

These selfish acts create a tendency to change the world around,

To form up something new,

Maybe under some sort of control the is yielding to the fact that everyone must live,

But if not for war then how would our primal nature be let out,

How would the equivalent amount of blood and hate be freed from this world,

And though this war may seem good,

It only creates more hate for the world to scold at,

What does this all pertain to you...

Chaos Pt.2

This reigning world that seems to flood with the anger of some,

What is this world without the anger and the chaos,

It fuels the world and drive the industry,

We will take and we will steal,

If not for ourselves but for the good of our families,

Imagine if everything was so peaceful,

Would you enjoy it or start to try and change the norm...

Chaos Pt.1

Taking aback in this open forum,

Listing out words that aren't my own,

This world that seems to want to control,

To control the masses and have perfect order,

But what is life without chaos and the construction after the destruction,

Without all of the events that should take place,

What would take place...

Lustering Life of My Own

This world that is my own,
Seems to shine and glimmer lately as if something good is heading my way,

This light that fills the sky is not only visible by day but by night as well,

Who is to say that one cannot see what is in his or her future,

What measures must be taken and what rules need to be broken to attain such an idea,

This idea is more of an ideal setting for the start of something beautiful in life,

No more is such a lack-lustering style of life,

These words do not even speak to the meaning behind all of these words that take us aback,

Who can really say what is in our own future if not but ourselves,

We can take grasp and shape this world of our own,

Much like clay just forming into something beautiful and beyond compare in the sense,

One of which life can take you and make you,

Break you down and build you up again,

To just stay on top of your game and attain these deep inner workings,

Now that would be the challenge and the way to take life into your own hands

My Heart

Mi corizon,

How you ache at times,

Uncertain at times,

Oh my heart

Muster the Courage

Wonder if you can,

Wondering if you can't,

This thought process is not a challenge,

It seems to be something of a battle of inner workings,

Can you muster up the bullets to fill your gun,

To shoot your target and find what you are searching for

Without Excuse to Change

When a reoccurring theme comes in play,

The world seems to stand still and analyze the process of this theme,

This repeat is something much like a re-release,

Same product just different packaging,

How can we all not say that we follow the same sort of pattern,

Being stuck in a perpetual state of a constant cycle,

One of which doesn't change the mind of the masses,

Much like dancing,

We all will repeat moves at some point in time,

The same can apply to the rest of the world,

Ideas spew from the minds of many diverse people everyday,

Yet there is no receiver to communication these ideas,

With no relay the message is lost,

And this reoccurring theme takes hold once again,

Just imagine if we never had to repeat mistakes to learn that they are wrong,

To just make the mistake once and grow and become better from it all

Lifestyle in a New Meaning

Like the day before everything is cold,

Not wet but cold in the feeling that something might be off,

Maybe this day is just out of reach for someone,

Someone who thought to themselves about what they are meant to do,

Who can make our own choices,

We as a whole do not always let others make our decisions,

Our choice is our own and to invoke the right to use it is to simply,

Stand against what is said to be correct or the right path,

This day is something to live by as the years will go on,

Time will proceed whether we make the choice or not,

Life is no longer the game that it was once thought to be,

Sorry to say that this game that is life is no respawn,

So take pride in this life we all get all but once,

To not just find a dream,

But to attain this metaphoric object and leave a remembrance,

This life that feels like a dream may only seem like a dream in your eyes,

And as long as it stays just a dream to you anything is possible,

In this free form lifestyle that has some reason to it

Piece of Eternal Sunshine

Possibly misunderstood to the point where it can become frustrating to be around,

Around the people and the environment which seems to capture,

The time and the place in which I do not want to be,

This world that lurks and lingers into my vision seems to cloud the very sky,

To the point where the clouds seem dark and then magically part and give way,

To the rebirth of the idea of the world that is mine,

In this nightmare I control my own reality and make it my own,

To change my dreams with mere thoughts is to,

Change my life with actions,

Not words,

One that could hold the hopes and dreams of the mine that may never be properly conveyed,

Shown to the world that is my own,

This eternal sunshine that is my life and the mindset which makes me a part of my own world,

Is all just a small piece of me and to the puzzle that is my own inner workings

Theory of Everything and Nothing

This is the moment that you find that one thing you are looking for,

That one euphoric moment when all comes to the front of the line,

Making you think that maybe this the moment to seize,

To honestly sit and wait for the moment to take you,

To leave and let be and let everything fall into place properly,

Living in this moment that you so dream of,

Is limiting in sense that my life would live in the world of now,

Yet these are all just moments that we are stuck in,

Just wondering around the world waiting for the correct moment,

Before this moment happens there are things that should be,

As if pieces of a chess board that makes this world achievable,

Awake in this world to find all that is attainable attained all that once,

In that one moment when all comes together it will be the most important event,

Where nothing else matters

Mind of Mine Pt.4

Mind of mine,

That one was not complete before,

Before the big sleep that distracts,

Living in this world can be stressful,

And can sometimes dither on my mind,

This mind of mine is thinking on it's own now,

If that makes sense,

Like a little bit of butter spread over too much beard

Mind of Mine Pt.3

These dreams that take hold,

These demons that keep me awake,

This mind of mine,

Seems to dither,

And return to it,

Only in my mind...

Mind of Mine Pt.2

Wondering where the mind will take me,

Where this life will lead me,

When this life will end,

To live this life in my mind,

Is it like a prison...

Mind of Mine Pt.1

This is the world that is mine,

What would the thought be,

To create an image,

Of this world,

Where is my mind...

This Evening

This night is ours,

To the stars we can look,

And find the formation that will be ours,

We watch the stars this night,

This evening is ours

Lingering Breath

Something that was anew,

Something that never felt amiss,

That needed change,

Finding that change is just as much as that,

The breath that stinks to the air,

And lingers has lead to a sign,

One of which has possibly,

Changed the view

After the Night

Leaving the night,

Like something of a dream,

To smile and not wonder the occasion,

Finding the night,

One that finds ourselves in something,

Something that can no longer feel problematic

This Night

More over the night that passes,

Like the night before,

Seems to wash back and forth,

And provide something that is anew,

Something that seemed to be lacking before hand,

The night can bring those moments we crave

Grasping for Reality

To turn the moon,

Is like to touch the sun,

You can but you should not,

It is like to reorganize the Bible,

It is something you shouldn't do,

To tempt fate,

Is to turn the sun as you would the moon,

To change your own stars,

Taking life in your own hands

Standing Ground

Boiled like an egg,

Unwilling to crack,

No longer swaying like a sail in the wind,

Just to find my center and bring all,

To bring all home

Life

Life is,

Living,

Life is breathing,

Life is,

Everything,

Life is

High Tide

I take this life in my hand,

And let it be forever mine,

Until the time comes when I must shine,

Down on the world,

And give what I must,

And let it all just wash over me,

Like the sea before high tide

Following Dreams Pt.4

In the wake of my bed,

I lay awake to the world,

But behind my eyes there is a dream,

Forever running like an endless reel,

Untamed in this wild dream,

The safari that continues to consume my universe,

Dreaming forever wide awake

Following Dreams Pt.3

Apparent to the eye,

As the clouds zoom by,

The eternal slumber that consumes my mind,

The events will never be lived unless I awake,

Like chasing a firefly and never being able to catch it,

If only for a moment,

If only for a moment would that dream become reality,

But still my mind is consumed by thoughts of dreams,

Though not a nightmare it seems endless...

Following Dreams Pt.2

Drowning in this ocean that,

Doesn't have water,

The idea of losing,

The idea of ending up,

They would laugh,

The crazy ideas of the world,

The crazy expectations of myself,

Odd to be alone with such power,

Mind breaks down,

And the dream continues to take form...

Following Dreams Pt.1

Dreams that whisper,

Dreams that change,

Dreams that reoccur,

The occurrence is starting to make sense in,

The mind of what it wishes to tell me,

Dreams are not all fluff,

Sometimes you have to believe in something,

That just isn't there yet...

Destiny

It is an amazing,

The idea,

The taste,

Of that which you seek,

The odd happen stance that takes people,

The life occurrence that is just,

Destiny

In Learning

For the longest time,

Life has changed in many ways,

But the constant seems to remain a strong influence,

In life and in learning,

To be influenced just like some do,

Our dreams die young unless encouraged

Lost Feeling

Missing the one you love,

Missing that touch,

The lingering feeling that is emptiness,

Without that love there,

A space can sometimes feel empty,

The life is as such until you attain that,

Long lost feeling

Lingering Taste

Working on the thought at hand,

The lingering taste of the night,

And the words still wet on the lips that shook,

Trembled in the quivering light,

That the street light produced,

Only to be encapsulated by the thought,

Of all this being,

What could make this any better

Storm and Rain

My life is lightning,

Short and bright,

But my heart is a storm

Life Lifted

Life was only thought to have some little known purpose,

To be able to discover something new,

To realize what is in front of your face,

To smile and to think that this is something that could be,

Lifting up your life and finding new reason to carry yourself ever higher

Answer to a Question

Questions are always asked,

Answered aren't always given,

But to what end is the correct answer,

Is it a simple yes or no,

Or just some babble that takes up the time of life,

Is it the wind that carries leaves,

Just as the ocean washes away the sand,

Can the question really be answered when the question,

Already has an answer

Voice Raised

Never had I thought,

Of the day were I would become who I was,

The adult inside to come out,

My voice to raise,

And my actions to become stern,

Was this all supposed to be a message,

Or simply the time to learn and become who I really am

Down the Rabbit Hole Pt.4

Finally placing my feet down,

Had been falling down this hole for so long,

Lost in time it seems as clocks tick,

But the toking of these clocks that stick the ceilings,

Seems to be the particular sounds of angry birds,

Screaming and cawing for attention,

And as I pass through the door which is two sizes too small,

The clumsy rabbit stumbles in front of me,

His eyes big with worry,

As if he had a question or two for me,

When suddenly his eyes turned red and the world bleed black,

Closing my eyes for fear of attack,

I only open to find that I am outside the tree in which I fell,

The thought came to me,

Was I never meant to be down that rabbit hole

Down the Rabbit Hole Pt.3

Alone I drift,

On a solemn piece of wood,

Flowing in and out with the tide,

Never did see the Red Sea part,

Nor do I think I shall,

As I look down the twirling abyss that is,

The rabbit hole only seems to deepen,

As the eternal nightmare consumes,

And there is where I land,

On the surface bottom of this hole,

This abyss which I seem to have misplaced my mind,

For better thoughts in hope,

Such are the things down the rabbit hole...

Down the Rabbit Hole Pt.2

Down the hill we plunder,

Passing couches and clocks,

Just starting to wonder,

Where the damn rabbit may be,

Always late to the show,

And still down the rabbit hole we go...

Down the Rabbit Hole Pt.1

Remarkable that things are,

In such a vital state,

As to think of such a world,

The world in such a fatal thought,

Life is such an abyss,

Down the rabbit hole,

Just to find...

No Stopping Beauty

Living in true form,

The life and the love is everlasting,

For time can not stop this beauty,

This ever changing being that seems to take form,

In something that can not always be described,

Life needs love,

In only the truest form

Life and Love

In life and love,

Nothing last forever,

But for the eternity that awaits you,

It will last and sustain,

Consume and fulfill the life in which you crave,

Just an endless life that does matter

Finding Yourself

Have you ever wondered,

Thought to yourself what you were all about,

What the inner locking of your mind has,

Many extreme facts that you discover yourself,

Just imagine what there is to unlock when you live life,

Life is just about experiencing the moments where you discover,

Discover who are you and what the world may mean to you

Valley of Death

To walk through the valley of death,

And see no evil,

See no good,

Nothing but the blessed morbid sky,

A sky secretes nothing,

Clouds floating above,

Forever gray,

Lacking the luster of color,

To only have a dulled out tone in the valley

Unique Waste

Still amazed at the wonder,

Of the growth and the unique,

The unique feel of the world of today,

The way things change but is it for the better,

Or is it just to distract from the real events that go on,

The time that is lost when all we do is sit around,

Ponder and stoop in our chairs,

As we just caress the titan that capitalism,

Is it wrong,

Or right,

To just be amazed at the lack of things to do and the price to do them

Thought Was

Always the thought was,

To walk around the void,

Evading the reality and fear,

Letting the situation be put on pause,

Finding only to lose balance,

With focus broken and arms unfolded,

Having the world at your fingertips.

As always the thought was

In this Moment

Walking through the shoreline,

The waves washing over me as I stand and see the sunset,

Lights flicker as the sunset,

The water dropping out from the sky,

Eyes fixed upon the hue of the sky,

Many things are beyond everyone,

In this moment though nothing will matter

Echo

Echoes on the wind,

Sounds like eternity,

Voices are only representing feelings,

That which are most dear and kind,

Even bitter and sour at times,

Silent the wind calms and the ways of today,

Are just lost in the night

Fog

New found life,

In a cloud,

Not so high off the ground,

Foggy the focus of mine seems,

And yet all is clear when the sun rises

Blinded Lights

Amazed by the light,

Blind by the sun,

Light burning my eyes,

Then the door closes,

And the darkness consumes,

Only to be blinded again

Bittersweet

Memories taste like lemons at times,

Bitter but sweet,

Sour to the taste,

Yet it brings out the flavor or sweet moments,

Smiles can bring miles of warmth,

And those corny moments that rhyme,

Just a bittersweet taste left over

Something Out of Nothing

Following the hand prints that marked up the walls,

The blood no longer looked as it should,

But much like paint that had splattered over the fence,

The day the it all happened,

Felt like a flash before everything was over,

And still the days flow by as if nothing happened,

And the hand prints still dripped of red paint,

As if something had been done

Ponderous Occasion

Sitting on the rock which made me ponder,

To swell up with thoughts so bold and delicate,

Just to think of a momentous moment,

A ponderous occasion,

Just to snap backward and rewind time,

See your steps roll back and your actions undone,

To know what you want and not be able to have it,

Turns your stomach and it does mine,

If everything came easy,

Would there ever be a challenge

Footsteps in the Sand

Following the footsteps in the sand,

Seeing them lead to the ocean where the tide is beginning to rise,

Just to hear the seagulls caw die short,

Your eyes fixate on what this all may be,

But come to find that there is nothing but nothing,

No birds about,

No people,

Just the footsteps that lead to the shoreline

Stunned

Seeking the knowledge brewed,

Within the mind of a child,

The thought sputter about,

In rapid movements that only catch the birds eye,

Only to distract long enough for the mouse to flee,

In the cactus it hopped,

And the rapid movement ceased when the child,

Locked eyes with someone so elegant,

Beautiful and surreal,

His jaw could no longer stay open

Lorraine

In worried eyes,

The world seems to quake and shake,

To what may behold the one so bold,

As to ask a question or to say a word,

To quiver in your chair or feel your stomach turn,

To hear your own heart pound,

Your lips quiver,

And your body trembles,

And before you,

Is a man,

He proposal presented and his heart commended,

In a loving vow he pledged,

And eternal love shall be set,

Upon this perch it sat,

The world would only grow silent if not for a moment,

When your breath left your chest and your mind moving faster then ever,

A warm sensation drifts in your chest,

Your skin trembles,

And your eyes are no longer worried,

But full of life and glitter,

If words could speak to the emotion in this moment,

When one man made the world hush,

Then I do suppose that moment would live in verbal infamy

Great Words

In the words of a great man,

Actions speak louder then words,

And to this dear poem,

Actions are only movements if not presented,

Presented well with words behind them,

As the two only go hand in hand

Festering

So bold and young,
Tempted by fate,
Yet challenged by none,
Taken by that which is given,
Authority and the right to carry on,
About the world the was brought to light,
At first birth only to be subsided by the pain,
The stakes itself on others,
And spread,
Like an infection,
Just festering among the crowd,
Stuck in a world of pity and remorse,
No life should ever be this way

No Excuses

Worlds apart,

Oceans between,

The valley and the mountain,

Are just boundaries,

They are just excuses,

Life cannot be contained

Misty Path

Just to stop and view the world,

Through the purest of eyes,

To see the beauty that is known to just lie inside,

Following the path that is built in a valley of mist,

To a destination unknown,

Is life just a journey as such that you keep moving forward

1956

Twas the time that ticked away,
Epicly dwindling down till the time started to show,
The numbers that formed a shadow,
One was the number that first appeared,
Nine formed and eclipsed,
As the clock winding stopped,
Five clicked onto the face followed by six,
To what the numbers meant as the clock stopped,
All was unknown as time paused,
Then resumed without any notice,
Just counting down once more

Buring of a City

Morrow is the wind,

As it blows across the plains of Olympus,

The voice that carries across the breeze,

Empty and bleak the words are,

Ones that hold no actions,

As it was lost just beyond the mountains,

That sit atop Arcadia,

As the mass of city lights only in fire

LightBulb

In the nights that follow such as this night,

The light held within a bulb will be found,

Revived and wholesome,

All in congruence with life,

According to plan as some would say,

Happiness has never dithered such,

And never shall

Over and over

Tumbling down the rabbit hole,

In search for something that has not yet been found,

To torment the mind and focus on the thoughts at hand,

Focusing not only on the aforementioned thoughts but a singular goal,

An image painted not just in black but with vibrant colors,

The passion invigorates the senses and all can feel dull,

When the moment strikes and the aforementioned thoughts come to fruition,

It just tumbles down to the top of the beginning of the rabbit hole

Pulse

In the moment that takes away the thought,

Living just day by day,

In the moment that grabs your heartstrings,

And pulses the ever living being to the surface,

Make you smile and quiver in shivering confusion,

Just to think the thunder that struck,

And the pulse that shocked,

Shook and your world to the core,

And all the while you feel nothing but a smile on your face

In the Footsteps

In the moment that takes you,

You find a most exciting view,

Unable to take back thoughts,

Opening my lungs to the air that surrounds me,

I can't seem to find the words to untaint me tongue,

Many things make you feel alone,

But knowing what surrounds you,

Everything makes you not alone,

To experience this life in new eyes,

Like new pages still blank and waiting to be filled,

The mystery turns to something cold,

And the wind just continues to blow

Envious Light

In the envious night,

Lunar rays splice and dance,

Shooting into the distance,

Love and lust,

A coin just waiting to be flipped and the tasteless night,

It just lingers in the envious night

Ending

To wonder beyond that normal ways and to just think,

Of all the things that take us to the point in which we all are at,

What is it that makes us all whole,

Is it our hearts and our minds consumed by the fact of love,

Or is it the seldom clock that continues to just tick away and prove,

Forevermore that this is all the wrong way,

This is the way the world would end

All That

Sitting in room just thinking,

Thinking of just what all this may add up to,

Just to think of the real reason for all that,

All of that is,

All that will be,

All that has become,

All that was the past,

Amazing to think that has just flashed in front of me,

To relive this moment in the infinity

Staring

Staring into the distance,

Over time the sun sets in the night,

The moon will rise,

And my pencil will sketch,

The drawings that paint my mind,

Who'd of thought that this would all bring about,

The one possible change needed

Pen to Paper

So sick,

Of the pestering,

The twisting,

The purging of my words,

The way they are spilled,

Like an exploding pen to paper,

Splattered on the wall,

As if all of it were in vain,

Patronized through life,

And battered down,

Only to find that those who smeared my words,

Just in hopes that in would take me aback,

My feet have slide,

But not once did I dare move,

Stronger and higher then they know,

My pen to paper will spread and they will all know,

All the know the power,

Words are meant to be spread,

And such is the life of language

In a Moment

To take this all in stride,

And guide your way through the fire,

The flame may burn,

But only to a simmer as the life of a person is not only judged,

But determined by the actions of the individual,

Caring is something learned and loving,

Loving is something that can not be compared

Passion

Finding the passion,

The words that take my very breath,

The depth of my own soul pales to the thoughts,

The ones that seem to roll over in my mind no matter who,

Who may be before me,

No one else seems to really matter,

When all memories of this passion stick out and never fade,

This is the only constant,

My passion

In Reasoning

Tradition in what respects does this all happen,

Finding the means to cherish,

The singular moment that takes the breath away,

The reason behind all of this,

Is much simpler then you would imagine,

The bond between people,

And the generous reasoning makes life,

Move at the more steady pace that it should

Words

Lost in the ways of old,

Displaced by the color of the sky,

In love with the taste,

Of everything that is not yours,

Just lost with no words to speak

Truly to You

Lights are dancing and the children playing in the street,

What is this dream that seem to circulate the mind,

The mind of a man on a mission to fulfill the aspirations of his own,

Rioting is his mind as it skimmers along the path,

Frequently loosing touch with the inner child that follows,

The only thing left to ask on this journey,

Who are you truly

World?

Welcome to the world that is yours,

Or maybe it is not yours,

But somebody,

Someone who might just like things the way they are,

The decisions may not always be directly in your hands,

But you got to roll with the blows as the proceed to beat you down

Serenity

Unattained but still can't admit,

The words the flow and rhyme like the light,

The light that shines right before her eyes and the words,

Spoken and hold value and need to be put into deep thought,

Thoughts that will reminisce and dance in the memories,

All developed in your head,

Your own meaning and leading to that which you seek,

And you sought nothing and shall it set the peace of mind,

That you so hope for when the world seems to shut you out,

The life that is entangled in yours,

Whether you believe it or not,

Is one of that means more then the world,

The choices that you make,

The risks that may never be taken,

May just hinder the thoughts and the feelings of yours,

Make you hollow and shallow in this cruel world,

A cruel world that holds such beauty in the way that is your own,

Unlocked only those who chose to believe in something bigger then themselves,

But the pathway that could open up when thoughts are opened,

Examined,

Determined to be fit for public knowledge,

Written in big bold letters,

Serenity

Shined

Shined in the light,

So glorious and astounding,

The untouchable,

The purest form,

Glimmering,

Ever more brighter then the stars themselves,

All that need be and all that will be,

To take without receiving,

Shined and blinded

Gas Masked

Gas masked and found guilty,

To what charge they be held to it not yet determined,

Searching to the latches to free the mask,

Just to breath the fresh air unfiltered,

To be able to think unfiltered,

Searching,

Just to destroy the place in which you came,

Leaving all that was behind,

Forever to be lost among the stars,

The shallow night sky and the everlasting day break,

To just see it once more unfiltered and untouched

Freedom

Beyond the conscious mind,

In the deepest fathom of the mind,

Where the lights converge,

And all that seems black and lifeless,

Has light and passion,

With no words to be spoken in such a deep thought,

The colors just become,

A place to become one with yourself,

Just to only realize,

You're setting yourself free

Stealing Air

When what you have been searching for is found,

How do you cope with not have the need to search anymore,

Do you find something new to pursue or,

Will you find the happiness in what you were searching for,

And be happenstance you will no longer,

Need to fall in hopelessness,

To find the meaning in life,

In love,

To have to never fade into the sunset,

To meet your dreams head on and find and know,

Where you stand,

When you search for something to be found,

Your results might take your breath

Leaves in the Wind

Still around,
Watching the leaves float around the trees,
Seeing the wind blow beneath my feet,
Thinking that all may be uncertain,
Truth lies beyond the sunrise,
As the night sets and the day begins anew,
The newest memory will be the rising sun,
Sunrise at the start of everyday,
Living here in this burned down building,
Just sitting and waiting for the cloud to part,
Just to reveal the world for it may be,
Open and entirely vast

In My Head

Just like the melody in my head,

The bass and the beats,

The symphony of sound streaming through my mind,

It seems to me like the world is ever changed,

Like the tide that pushes and pulls you out to sea,

Just to find that you are not the only one that felt stranded,

Never alone in a place so vast and populated,

Just like the melody in my mind

Blurring

Like the pulse in your head,

And the ringing in your head,

The beating in your chest,

As vibration quivering your eyes,

To live and love,

And feel the pound of war,

The passion and the love,

Blurring speed of life

Living

Like in real time,

Life seems to move around us at an unsteady pace,

Religion and those morals are just potential boundaries,

In the stride that is life,

Take grasp,

Take hold and prepare for a wondrous ride,

Clock is ticking and are you prepared,

Live out loud

Cherish

Can you take the break,

And lay in the wake,

In all that might just a mistake,

Among the splash of the ocean,

The lashing of the water soothes,

Truth behold,

The words that follow,

Cherish,

The moment,

The life,

We are all given,

Nothing lasts forever

Moments Not Days

"We do not remember days we remember moments."

In memory of life and in the sustainment of the world,

Moments feel more like days when memories come about,

Nostalgic to the taste of moments as the seems last longer then they should,

Moments seem to fade but memories bring them back,

Like the white in the clouds seems to form with rain,

With words understood and seconds relived,

Who dare say you have not lived,

When they themselves don't know of the moments in your head,

Each experience and memory is unique in life,

Because in day to day life we are just moments

Moon

Man of the moon,

To what shadow will you cast as the night progresses,

Why do you not turn colors if I stay at you long enough,

Moon,

Silly white moon,

Such a contrast to the black sky,

Why are you a man,

Heard the moon was just a circle in the sky,

Something bound to be stuck in the orbit of this earth,

Damn moon

Hypnotic

To my solemn hypnotic,

Everything and anything that could make me happy at the moment,

Is all that you bring,

Sometimes you make my own words escape me,

Tough to say I really haven't known you for too long,

Yet you know I can make you smile,

And you never seem to not return the favor,

In the eve of the night,

You are my solemn dearest

Love Bound

More over the lines in which love is meant,

Is not said to be boundless,

Yet there are lines which we cross,

Not with our feet,

Much more like the feeling and the mindset,

Is love blind,

But yet it can see,

See that no line would stand in it's way,

Unchained and free formed,

All that love is,

Is boundless

Comprehend

In infinite wisdom,

All that seems to be is not all as it seems,

Seems like you should know it all,

And yet you know little to nothing,

The mind likes to think that you are smart enough to comprehend,

Comprehend the fact that you know nothing and yet still continue to go about your day,

Continue to roam around and feel the world through your own eyes,

In in ignorance we stay,

And it's possibly bliss,

Sweet ignorant bliss

Infinite Moment

Every once in a long time,

There comes a moment,

That seems to be exceptional,

That drifts into the sea which is your mind,

To just journey on that boat,

And ride among the waves,

To live in the moment,

Is to live in the infamous,

Glorious,

Special journey,

That each person experiences,

Individually

Just May

Gathering all the was,
Thoughts being a mess,
And the dip of the sink growing everymore,
Grotesque,
Much like the slight tapping of a pencil,
Thoughts come and slowly pass,
And feeling emerge and seem to reseed,
What this may mean,
May just remain a mystery,
Just may

Wondering

Wondering on the cloud of dreams,

Without any thought but the journey on your mind,

Winds wisp,

Trees sway,

And the roadway seems to part to let you by,

Wondering,

Wondering to what this may be

Rapturous

Infamous is the word,

And yet the meaning seems murky,

Everything seems clear when the day comes around,

And the sun warms that cold asphalt from the night before,

Birds build nests,

Which seems to annoyed the common folk,

But in an infamous word,

Rapturous,

Would describe this day