Nature's Purity

To the night that was not silent,

With thunderous roll of the wind you swept,

Drops of rain concealed our sight,

So that all we see is the storm.

The Grimace

There are days that seems to have their ways of tearing me down, 

Throwing me around without the common decency of telling me why,

Why am I reminded of those feels when I thought them gone,

Long forgotten in the long winded eternal point where I never am graced to say goodbye,

How you laugh in your place that seems so far above my own,

Almost to make me look up and feel the wrenched feeling once more,

Without true words to speak and nothing to quell this idea,

This thought of you that irks me to the point of breaking,

Yet I can go on without you because you aren't the piece I thought you to be,

And though I wish it,

I never wished for you and I to become like this,

This silent spectator. 

In Light of Dreams

Through the light I tried to see,

See beyond the point in which I already knew,

Shallow the water was,

Though as I wallowed there,

Trudging towards some form of residence,

Falterd by desire for something that seemed unattainable,

Charismatic I may have been,

But destain left my pallet salted and ashed,

Who was this being I was trying to become,

Beyond the pinnacle of what was ideal,

Further than down in my soul it pulsed,

Something alive and well,

Captivated by a fleeting dream,

An idea lost in the light of what it is,

Scattered into the unknown,

Only to be known as desire