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