True ModelThere once was a time,Eons ago,When heros existed,Saving people in need.They came and went,Leaving behind their trails,Limned in gilded tread,Inviting to follow.None knew their real identity,Stories were made,Eternal mythos,Never faded.Glory stood in their wake,A waning ardent light,Attracting treasure seeker,Commoner,Noble alike.These who we aspire,Vibrant figures,Time's creation of triumph,Sieve on through eternity.Sighted never in path,Belief propels legend,Grasping for truth,Conjuring ideal.No wonder we have no model,They have never been real,Fabricated wisps of admiration,Misguiding young,Seeping into innocence.Be open of mind,Observe the dove,The lion,The bear;Watch them closely,Remember their grace,Let them guide you,Rely on reality.
UntitledAt a time I would have listened,My will worn away,No strength to continue,To embrace the new day.The tears run slow,Down my tortured cheek,Left to die,To cry,To weep.Why did this happen?Who have I wronged?Blood stains my hands,My lips spout a mournful song.Never before such a sad melody,Resonating despair,Carried on frigid air.Red water trickles at my side,Broken seal of slashed skin,No help of which to confide,Absent of kin.The end I suppose,Has come for me,Maybe I should let go,Let my soul run free.
Waiting For MagicIt is dark outside,Cold with frost,Powdery white covering land,Warmth has been lost.Quietly children doze,Dreaming of bells,Envisioning the coming chariot,Listening for hooves,The crack of Santa's lariat.Eagerly resting,Squeezing shut eyes,Waiting for his arrival,His jolly hoots and cries.Downstairs the tree stands proud,Twinkling in the light of a thousand colors,Ornaments gleaming in prismatic aura,Standing out amongst the evergreen flora.They know in their hearts,This legend is true,Saint Nicholas exists,Flying with his reindeer crew.In the morning it will be revealed,He visited that night,Presents leaning easily under great boughs,Glowing in shimmering light.
DreamsI lay in bed this night,Tired from the toils of a passed day,Surrendering to the kind jet,Drifting endlessly into the fray.Swirling colors reveal a weave,Dazzling strands contracting,Expanding,Twisting, Warping before my eyes.The fibers coalesce suddenly,A brilliant flash of light,Images of abstraction appear,Oscillating into the corporeal world.Sweeps of mental paint coat the scene,Highlighting, shadowing, toning for style;Familiar things visualize,I am at ease.Nothing make sense,Order is wrong,I understand the message,And open my eyes.The wispy threads fade away,Eternity begins anew,I rise refreshed,Ready to endure the coming day.
Just FlyAs I look to the sky,I know that time passes me by,But I wait here patiently,yearning for my time to fly.have you ever flown?Above the stars,Past where anyone has gone....Just wait for your chance,It will not pass you by,Embrace your wings,Take to the air,Just Fly.Do want to leave your troubles behind?To look for things you never thought you'd find,Take to the sky with me,Soar beyond your dreams,Fly....Just Fly.Just wait for your chance,It will not pass you by,Embrace your wings,Take to the air,Just Fly.I know the turmoil,That rests in your soul...harsh voices whisper venom,Anger taking its toll..Don't ever let it get to you,Stand above the rest,Take the high road before you,You'll always beat the rest...Fly.. Just Fly.Just wait for your chance,It will not pass you by,Embrace your wings,Take to the air,Just Fly.Standing before the setting sun,I know what I face,Know what needs to be done;But it is too early,No I can't step yet,I guess for now I
QuestionsThe lights grow dimmer day by day,Quietly I watch those around,Laughing, Crying, Dancing, Loving,What does that feel like?Nothing is easy in this world,Everyone is out for your fall,All your work will be outdone in time,Why do we try?Standing on the outside I am tainted,Unable to express anymore,Tired, empty, unloved I realize,Why am I here?There must be a reason,I could not be an empty soul,Languidly drifting into eternity,What is the purpose?The questions I ponder,Thoughtfully looking at the ceiling above me,I am numb,I fell nothing,What have I done?
The NightWhere are you my friend?You've faded away;Warmth spills over,vanished with day.I wait for you quietly,Suspended from high,Hidden securely,Itching to fly.Oh how I wait for you,The cool embrace,Silver beams,Wishing to see the moon's face.The orb falls slowly,Piercing rays begone,Tiredly I stretch,I've held on so long.I drop to the air,Listen closely to the gloom;Gliding wistfully,It will be midnight soon.I see her,My beautiful,My siren,My enchantress,The one who calls to me,Slowly,Softly,Enticingly,Breathe louder my mistress,I hunger for your blood.