River

She rages against me,
A river running strong,
She only knows not,
Of my love and faith of long

I want to hold her tight,
Her head against my chest,
But I know the truth!
I shall not become so blessed.

She is so beautiful,
When she is in this light,
But shall she leave me?
Or love me all through the night?

I find myself in love,
Fighting the eminent,
False reality,
Of relations intimate.

I need to end this love,
And return to the true,
But what if she knows?
Shall I start this all anew?

The True

Wow, two-year-old work, really symbolic.

I.
In love and in doubt,
we stray from the former true,
when physical and lost longings,
rise anew.

In truth and in denial,
we are called from our pasts,
to the point in life,
that ever lasts.

II.
What tangent is spun?
When we make a right?
Wrong choices, what are they?
that we resort to primitive flight?

What have we seen?
to cause this call?
What have we lost?
when we cry to our fall?

III.
As will the bird, in anger, fly,
the true, the true has fled!
As will the storm, in calm, return,
to finish off the healing bled.

As will the river, in rain, o’erflow,
the true has infiltrated your ranks.
As will the sea, in size, push against,
the power will erode its banks.

As will the sky, its massiveness dictate,
so love will command the forces.
As will the bullet, in power, warp,
so the riders will command their horses.

IV.
If I have lived these things I say,
nor felt the pow’r contained,
I will not be called to this,
but rather will stand detained.

The Lady

Forever she waits, silent to the bone,
Waiting for her promise to come,
Singing a note of no tone,
For she knows she has no true power.

How can thee, a symbol, lie in wait?
An end, so true, has not come.
For two hundred years, she has pondered her fate.
But, alas, none have come to deliver it.

A torch with no light she holds in her hand,
Ne’er to burn without its fuel,
She stands still on her tall stand,
Her promise still carved below her.

A smile will turn to a frown,
No matter what the efforts of men,
For she looks o’er a sinful town,
That does not notice her despondency.

Why do they keep her waiting?
Her stone hands grow cold still.
Her power now is fading,
Monumental nothing, to soon become.

Remember

Written for a good friend.

From the time you began to love me,
I loved you! I never failed you!
Yet you still kept a secret,
A hidden cross that I would bear.
You shouted to the world my secrets!
You hid from my calling!
And loved me falsely!
Shall I continue my love for you?
No! I shall find my Prince Charming,
And you shall pay for this crime,
This crime of betraying my love!
Why did you leave me,
Alone in that night?
Shall this be an end?
Or rather a new beginning?
So now we say goodbye?
Or do we again say hello?
Of course, I shall remember life and love,
But more importantly,
I’ll remember you.

FEAR

One asked what I feared and I replied:
I fear love; love in its true form,
I fear life; life in its mortal form,
I fear truth; truth in its false form,
I fear death; death in its final form,
I fear those who have drowned;
with no air in their lungs

Why do I fear what I know?
I love, but not truly,
I live, but not in a world I love,
I am true, but not falsely so,
I will die, but only temporarily so,
I have drowned,
but there was air in my lungs

I do not fear what I do not know,
for what I do not know does not exist to me,
for I do not know it.
If I do not know love, I cannot fear love.
If I do not know water,
drowning I cannot
FEAR

Empty Seat

There’s an empty seat across from me
that should be filled
she used to sit there until
she left me

There’s an empty seat across from me
that hurts me till the end
she used to sit there but
now i cry instead

There’s an empty seat in my heart
that she used to fill
she used to sit there but
now i cry instead

That seat’s not empty anmore
now its filled with joy
i still sit here but
shes still gone

Eyes

Written almost two years ago.

Oh, the beauty that lies behind her eyes,
Oh, the sights I have seen through them,
that beauty’s silent call will arise,
without notice, warning, nor fear.

Oh, beautiful tears, cried in despair,
Oh, silent tears that tear her heart,
with what words they ensnare,
with what cost they part.

Can a tear from those eyes cleanse,
Can tears not flow through those eyes,
for surely they contain not within,
the power to end the cries?

Oh, cry these angelic tears,
Oh, melt my heart with your pain!
For what surely is the reason,
That she cries these storms of rain?

Will love dry her tears?
Will safety calm her soul?
Will she abandon her fears,
To love she does not know?

For what man can love pain,
but for enduring, what reward shall come,
of the tears, of the pain,
but only a truer song.

What man will sacrifice for beauty,
the sight unseen,
who will know her truth,
but only he that will risk his own life.

A man is out there to answer her call,
for a man there is,
to give her his all.

You

Written this summer. All you need to know.

Sleepless long nights without you
Rolling over trying to dream of you
while I can't stop thinking of you
while I can't stop thinking of you

The sun rises and sets without you
though I feel darkness without you
while I can't stop thinking of you
while I can't stop thinking of you

Dreamless sleeps without you
Though if I dreamed it would be of you
for I can't stop thinking of you
every thought of mine is of you

I miss you, my dearest
I love you, my dearest