Crystal Clear

I've always wanted to fly.
No rhyme or reason why.
At night I leave my bed.
Feeling alone and unfed.

The fire between us crackles on.
The bridge remains never gone.
Not hungry, I hear a sound.
Yet nobody is even around.

I was certain that nobody was there.
Yet I felt like it was casting a piercing stare.
I was the only person in this home.
Yet this intruder wouldn't leave me alone.

So I turned around to the attack.
But all I saw was a veil of black.
Looking back at the nothing I had.
Was I honestly that lonely and sad?

So I closed the fridge and reached out.
Witnessing that blackness as my final bout.
I lay back down and rest my little head.
But nobody was there to meet me in bed.

The thoughts of companionship consummate my mind.
But since I was the only one without it, I was in a bind.
It's sickening and it makes me pale.
When did my heart become so stale?

Eulogy of the Soldier

I am the curious doom bringer.
So too my vicious dead ringer.
Fooled into believing I'm in a state of ease.
I take a shotgun to all and kill as I please.

In the blackest name of justice artificial.
I do away with beauty and the superficial.
Bodies drop as spirits take their leave.
Call me back because now I can't breathe.

Destruction is my one and only name.
Reflection only makes me more insane.
Fascist individuals make their presence known.
Shocked are they to see how much I've grown.

There's a flaming bridge between the buried and me.
Pretending I'm overreacting and the same are we.
They write me off as simple yet very flawed.
And I write back 'Where is your fucking God?'

So I ran through those searing flames.
Reloading the gun and firing the blames.
My flesh ignited and melted away.
As I once again became the stray.

The bridge collapsed from beneath my feet.
And there my body laid out there on the street.
I rose to my feet, glad that I wasn't dead.
I looked out and saw a trail leading ahead.

Dona Domine

You didn't care about me in the end.
One tragedy didn't even make the final bend.
Drug dealers were your escape from reality.
Your blood was evil long before antiquity.

Not a single mind to make it last.
While I suffered, you had a blast.
You shattered my bonds to my savior.
In the end it all worked in your favor.

You chased me down to Rough Divide.
Lied to me in an effort to coincide.
But my eyes are open to your poisonous lips.
While I slept you were enjoying your acid trips.

I pretended to be okay with that very part.
I never expected you to rip out my big heart.
You sabotaged my effort to live a new love.
And yet I foolishly blamed it on God above.

I wish I never met you so I could be a happy man.
At the same time I should thank you for where I stand.
Where you end up, time will only tell.
For now I smile knowing you'll go to Hell.

A Day Long Gone

Amounting to everything we took to blame.
I brought warmth to our freezing cold name.
Winter's blizzard paled our skin and blued our lips.
I never did take the time to appreciate our long trips.

I'm sorry that I couldn't be mercifully tried and true.
But I was put here to fight demons for me and you.
The demons came at me with their fire and claws.
They cut me open and revealed I had their flaws.

And slowly I too became the demon I tried to kill.
But eventually I got sick and tired of Satan's will.
I turned on the demons I stood beside.
I gave them one hell of a bloody ride.

They pointed me proclaiming me to be a heretic.
I laughed saying that I'm just a boy named Nick.
Angrier, they descended upon me full speed.
Oblivious to their wants and their greatest need.

I forgot many things in this rut of disastrous fashion.
But I didn't forget to befriend, I didn't forget passion.
These soles were made to walk on water.
Forged by Jesus, son of God almighty father.

Snap back to reality, I'm just boy in bed.
Hanging back with my friend Forever Red.
Eyes still heavy and it's not even dawn.
I smile and put if off for a day long gone.

The Heart Forsaken

Why then, o my God, have you abandoned me?
Was it not enough I contain myself in sobriety?
I remember the feeling of loss.
As you nailed me to the Holy Cross.

At first you requested the removal of my ears.
So that in the end, I'm the one who no longer hears.
I experienced the pain of a quiet life in solitude.
A life with nothing but myself without water and food.

You then requested the removal of my eyes.
So that I no longer see the coming demise.
I was unable to see and had to rely on smell.
But by now I felt only like that of an empty shell.

You requested the removal of my legs and arms.
So that I was finally a man with no good charms.
I was unable to move, see, or hear.
I couldn't tell the far from the near.

You then requested the removal of my heart.
I agreed because I felt we were already apart.
But I didn't feel a thing when you took.
And I was under the impression I forsook.

But I placed my chin on my chest.
For the thumping that would suggest.
My heart remained in its cavity.
Even though I lost sense of gravity.

I asked you to destroy me, God.
But you took everything with a nod.
And you told me that if I was smart,
Then I'd learn to perceive with my heart.

Miracles

Miracles performed are daily provisions.
As I read independent submissions.
I request a tribunal garden.
Embracing all that is golden.

As I lay my head upon their laps.
He disarmed his deadly traps
Though I can't feel their immaculate presence.
I take hold of appreciation's essence.

Miracles happen to us everyday.
But this miracle is here to stay.
They come forth and bow their heads.
As we sift through primes and insteads.

Introduced to an age fit for eyes above.
Ending the age for the push and shove.
Miracles don't happen for everyone.
For they are only the things I've done.

Healing Lessons

I can picture your face on the other side.
While I spoke of my personal rules to abide.
Knowing you, I probably tapped your heart.
For the first time in weeks I did my part.

I'll remember your love and your face.
But it's over and I can't take it to space.
I'm doing great, but I remember you.
I'm never lying, I speak only the truth.

I swear I'm happier than ever right now.
I changed myself followed by a solemn vow.
This brave new world will do me just fine.
And thus I am here smiling as I rhyme.

I'm not gonna say thank you nor sorry.
I'll stand tall before things get too awry.
I'm a changed man but I didn't forget my passion.
So let's watch the world change in an orderly fashion.

Little Emperor

And the angels cast their smiles down on the boy.
Giving him the decision to create or to destroy.
And there the boy continued to meditate and pray.
For all he wanted was the pain and agony to go away.

"Angels!" He shouted out in sudden resolution.
"Today we take our stand and demand revolution!"
The angels looked at each other in sullen worry.
They took their spears, and flew off in a hurry.

Ages whisked by in a wide array of exchanges.
And the world celebrated for better changes.
Many angel wings were clipped during the fight.
It was a necessary loss to finally make things right.

The little emperor continued to pray.
His angels were once fighting everyday.
I met that emperor out by the raging sea.
And there he bestowed his crown upon me.

Darkest Angel

So wounded and yet so very young and pure.
But very bizarre in the mind to be sure.
She is the one who mended my slashed ankle.
She is the one whom they call the darkest angel.

The undead legions could fall against woman and man.
But consulting her would give us an ideal final stand.
She's not afraid to cut down zombies with her blade.
She's not afraid to make the pain inside my heart fade.

She appeared before me grinning like a lion.
She was the first to recognize me as a scion.
Though I cannot see her, I could feel the warmth of her hand.
Though I cannot feel her, I see her face in the grains of sand.

Darkest angel, will you continue to watch over me?
Darkest angel, will you cut my chains and set me free?
Darkest angel, we will anticipate the end of all my pain.
Darkest angel, we will bring color back to my honest name.

Galaxia Messiah

A nail hammered to each of my hands.
A new poetic rhyme to appease my fans.
The earthlings nodded at the sight of me upon the cross.
Sanded so neatly and finished with lacquer gloss.

The Martians didn't believe what they saw.
The denizens of Neptune awaited their call.
Venus looked upon me with her brother.
While Jupiter was simply one another.

Uranus was facing towards my death.
While Mercury was running out of breath.
Pluto walked away in tired, selfish envy.
While Saturn placed his ring upon me.

When we reached the Sun, he looked in despair.
Horus looked onward, dreaming of miraculous repair.
Tasking three men and a girl with taking me down.
So life's leaves were green instead of withered brown.

They reached out and touched my face.
I began to feel my old heart race.
The feeling in my body came full circle.
As I saw bizarre traces of blue and purple.

They're doing all that they can to make me smile.
There will be no arrest, there will be no trial.
One will ask because I still have so much to give.
I can't spend my life waiting forever just to live.

Man on the Moon

Gravity pulled him back ever so slowly on this sphere.
Hard as he tried he couldn't make gravity disappear.
Sick of the people branding him a problem kid.
Sick of the people who lied just to damage his id.

Watching the earth crumble from his home.
Dreading the sight of everything he's known.
Though he missed it all dearly, he got himself some help.
Of course he wasn't lazy, his life remains upon the shelf.

He's the man on the moon.
You will learn to meet him soon.
He's a man living in space.
Just a plain male rugged face.

He has a new life ahead of him on this wicked cool colony.
He'll make the most of his new life in this torn up economy.
Spacemen know the truth and it follows them to the end.
This spaceman prepared himself to once more descend.

Spacesuits, life supports, food packs, he's an astronaut.
Lasers, spaceships, jetpacks, not a thing he ever forgot.
Rose against the alien menace, they saw a hero on the sand.
And everyone knew that they owed very much to this one spaceman.

Children of the Glacier

And the warrior put down his blade, allowing that empty spot in his chest invade his soul.

For being subjected to the cruel life he brought upon himself and losing track of his goal.

People watched as he kneeled down with a craned head and began to break down in tears.

Because nobody cared that his heart was broken as the moment of truth grew ever so near.

I was that warrior, my friends;

tried, true, but never loved again

Because nobody really knows of what the warrior is deserving.

Together everyone brought about his vexing unnerving.

Those who don't care may very well do but play the pretender.

They wait for the very moment that the warrior may surrender.

But I will never give up children -- whose eyes are my ears of the night.

Instead I consider alternatives -- I will never give up this brutal fight.

And dot my lines, foul demon that manifests itself in love.

In the name of the lord, I will bring down a hammer from above!

You are the serpent who will destroy my very soul.

You are fighting a warrior who has yet to become whole.

And I have the tools of strength, mind, and guile to defeat you, wicked beast.

And in the very end I swear that bread will be broken at the very last feast.

We will celebrate in the midst of fire, song, technics, and dance.

And that will be the day where I am perhaps given one more chance.

But nobody ever forgets you demon, because even in death your work is done.

You prevent the mind from ever thinking pure of me for simple afterliving fun.

Though you have not been properly banished from this realm, I will return to fight.

Age after age I will continue to correct all my wrongs and make everything right.

Because who are you to haunt my life and inflict eternal suffering, you disgusting creature?

If there was a simple way to destroy you now and forever, it would be a highlighting feature!

So once again I brandish against you my blade of frost.

We will do battle and again I will be forever lost.

But I will smile knowing that one thing is true.

That I fought with all my skill to destroy you.

All my allies will celebrate my annual victory.

As my soul may perhaps ascend into divinity.

And when I return, the world will be free from the doom gazer

So stay the course, beautiful children of the glacier.

Prison Break

I traveled in darkness for over two years.
I sweat and I toiled in my own damaged fears.
Then I found out that I was only a disposable drone.
Imprisoned like a slave in my very own home.

I remember those days like they were just yesterday.
There I sat in my cell a drugged mess wasting away.
It was the highlight of my life as a foolish teen.
Until my saviors arrived in black masks and gasoline.

Everything was hazy and my brain was fried.
And just then my rescuers woke me up inside.
They told me who I was and detoxified my senses.
Told me to keep running and to jump the fences.

I reached my sanctuary but took one last look at my former prison.
I set ablaze that dreadful place and watched as the flame had risen.
With closure I turned around -- again I started to run.
For now my slavery is over -- now is the time for fun.

Forever Red

I wrote the scripts until my fingers bled.
Turned all my papers a most crimson red.
And that's when I came up with a plan.
For that color was, like me, a lonely man.

So I went to the pit and grabbed my paint.
The fumes were strong enough to make me faint.
But I gave the gift of friends to that very red.
Because loneliness is something I always dread.

Greens, yellows, cinnabars, and viridians.
Blacks, blues, and shining obsidians.
You will never be alone here, Forever Red.
We are all friends here and now instead.

I woke up the next morning in a strung out mess.
Swallowed another bar to alleviate my stress.
I went back to my room to catch a nap in my bed.
Laying there beside me was my new friend, Forever Red.

N-Zone

The lighthouse is the only light I can see.
As this ship collapses from under me.
I stand level yet the ship leans more and more.
Beguiled am I as people slide past me to shore.

The sky turned gray and I watch my hand.
With a sigh it melted away much like sand.
The sky turned blue and the ship blasted off into space.
Never before had I witnessed such exotic grace!

Welcome, Nicky boy to the N-Zone.
Here you will find things that rattle the bone!
Where things like being fat are beautiful and pretty.
And delicious cake illuminates the colorful city.

Don't worry about your heart my dearest boy!
Because it is in your care like a child's greatest toy!
Jump on the train to the reaches of the cosmos.
Star beneath planet slips in between twilight osmose.

It is here where your wildest dreams never end!
Don't come alone little hero, bring along a friend!
People will think you're on drugs but those are only people.
Jealous of seeing you dancing upon the sugar steeple.

So let your pain wash away with a can of Mountain Dew.
Or enjoy the warmth of a good bowl of chicken stew.
You can come and go as you please, little hero.
So go out there, hit them hard, and divide by zero!

Late Night in Heaven

In the boughs of my divinity.
I beg the clouds for serenity.
Capitalizing on this chance I have to live.
Brotherly love is the solace I have to give.

I awakened and looked around at my home.
Beheld the rapturous scenery in which I now roam.
Until I hear that song my painful heart swells.
After I hear that song the evil no longer dwells.

A tragic hero, I miss the days of old.
Spiteful hours, Pockets lined with gold.
My flesh slowly chips off unveiling my true form.
I play the song preventing evil from being born.

I narrowly escaped death and I am lucky to be here.
This quest has done everything to make my days drear.
So here I lay in solemn loneliness and a blank smile.
At least I know that my problems shall no longer pile.

Save The Queen

Awakened to the tune of the band's play
Discovered by the beam of the sun's ray
Your eyes were opened but prematurely.
The troubles of your past vanished but nearly.

Evil purges from your heart with each passing day.
And the red bard's written works pave the best way.
The road is laden with traps and snares.
And there roams jackals and fierce bears.

The night mother blesses you with her warm embrace.
The day father's light shines upon your beautiful face.
You have a lot going for you, never fear.
Go forth and make it happen, my dear.

And the day you see the stars, it will be shown.
The most precious gift will make itself known.
Fall in beside me and let me touch your hair.
And I promise to cast away evil with my loving care.

The Might of the Pen

I slept off the pain we endured the night before.
Took our hands to each other and ripped and tore.
Yet I somehow see a light beneath all this blood.
And back to back, we cower at the sign of the flood.

I try new things, don't you dare believe that I dislike you.
You take it slow, I won't dare rush to make your sky blue.
But right now is the time for hands and knees.
As I put my head to the floor and hope to please.

For repayment, you asked me what it took.
I hugged your hands, and only asked for a book.
The deed is done and all should be well for us.
But I still fight my personal war on the eleven bus.

I kept running until backed into a corner most dark.
I quivered in fear at the baying of the wolf pack's bark.
With no other weapon to use against their number's might.
I smiled to myself, took a pen, and began to write.

Illuminati

In the shadows of the darkest night.
I am the distant glimmer of the twilight.
King Richard can boast about his "Lionheart."
But I swear my own will not be torn apart.

Of kings, queens, princes, and peasants.
I will bless the masses with my very presence.
All will bow before me for I am the only light.
Because I'm the true arbiter of wrong or right.

So listen to my words, listen to them all.
Resist my claims and you will surely fall!
For I am the one, true, and only judge.
For only fools will hold a lasting grudge.

So let the demons attempt to give me their poison.
By the time they close in, I'm on the horizon.
So join me tonight, blind ones, in my humble abode.
Hallelujah, lock and load.

Unconditional

Tell me your story because I want to know.
Tell me about those scars that you regret to show.
Tell me about how much has changed since day one.
Tell me why you haven't been having that much fun.

Rewrite, rewrite the newest story with me.
Rewrite, split open your scars upon that tree.
Rewrite, tell me why you still feel the same.
Rewrite, as we had fun while Springtime came.

My heart has still not changed all too much.
I promise that our fingers won't even touch.
But smile because it's more fitting for you.
It puts a little color in this hazy shade of blue.

Let us stand back and reflect on our true selves.
Let us dust the lint off those very old shelves.
Let us come together but not too close.
Let us enjoy and cherish what we love most.

The words came so very late.
The words lined up six to eight.
The words are hollow in a world void of us.
The words are solid in a cause that is just.

I cannot do anything about what I still feel.
We've come so very far and sealed the deal.
I cannot lie for what I speak is so very true.
Because the fact to the matter is I still love you..

Nick

These things take time, but you're tired of waiting.
Your presence in this sad world is slowly fading.
I'm sorry that yet again you failed me, my love.
You were the boy who was the angel from above.

But all too soon your wings melted in the sky.
The problems were there, yet all you did was cry.
You told me what you wanted me to hear.
But honesty was hidden within your every tear.

Yes Nick, I know you hurt but I'm crying as well.
I found happiness, when you find yours time will tell.
They don't make boys like you anymore.
So long as you keep yourself from kissing the floor.

You're doing good but you have your bad days.
I see it in your empty smile and your hollow gaze.
Please be happy at least tonight for a time.
And know that I'll always be just fine.

I want you to be happy, dearest knight.
At first you will be wrought with fright.
But stay with yourself and find a way through.
And happiness will naturally come over you.

I wish I could say more but it's time for me to leave.
I hope that my words of wisdom instilled sweet reprieve.
Stop running and face your fears.
And you'll feel no more need to shed honest tears.

Knights in Tarnished Armor

We reap the benefits of seeds we're sowing.
In far away lands of long rivers flowing.
Lifting the weeds from the ground, I'm no farmer.
But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.

In spite of the load on my shoulders weighing me down.
I'll take it all like a man, I dare not frown.
They can strip me down to bare truth and honor.
But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.

My armor adorns a wooden figure outside of the fray.
In light of the fact that it still functions, I pray everyday.
To recognize that things these days aren't so bad.
The fact they aren't worse is reason enough to be glad.

Friends told me stories and jokes all funny and ridiculous.
Friends told me "Don't worry we'll be your umbrella, Nicholas."
Enemies said that I was wrong and that I'm only a charmer.
But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.

Yeah he hung with the one with the shining suit.
After all who would want to spend time with this vicious brute?
He can go off on his own and it's a reward he will garner.
But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.

This tarnished armor is the testament of many a battle.
These days it helps me distinguish the true men from the cattle.
So I looked at the wooden figure wearing that wrecked heap of steel.
And I remember that in the depth of my heart, it is happiness that I feel.

Small Talk

It's been a long time since I went to Church.
I look down on the people from the highest perch.
Couples, broken hearts, celebs, all illuminated by neon grids.
The poor, the rich, starving artists, even adults, even kids.

I turned around and lowered my body, taking a knee.
I blink my eyes and those neon lights now shine on me.
Gazing around, I see the people I saw in the distance up close.
My gaze shift to the asphalt upon the lone bud of a rose.

Another turn and I am on a long road in the desert.
As I walked the road I remain calm but also alert.
I travel a thousand changing landscapes on that very endless road.
Couldn't help but know against the concrete scrapes my shoulders' load.

When I reached the frozen ice caps of this path.
I no longer felt heartbreak's deteriorating wrath.
So one more time I turn around, wondering how far I came.
But all at once I would come to discover everything's still the same.

So I started walking in this brand new place.
It felt like I was an alien fresh down from outer space.
When I saw her face it felt like I had not met her before.
No love, no displacement, no more crying out the door.

I had a gift for that girl with beautiful brown eyes.
A gift in exchange for the promise she no longer lies.
I retrieve the rose fresh picked from the sidewalk.
And thus I learn the true value of our small talk.

Hands

We prowled through distant lands both dangerous and not.
Painting portraits of goodness behind every little note I jot.
The painting and the poetry became one in cross-dimensional lands.
They joined together as one not unalike the holding of lovers' hands.

I will not do this by myself because I am but a simple man.
And the problems of the world cannot be solved by simple plan.
I fight like the fiendish beasts of the Nordic mountains.
I fight for the blessed waters running from Poseidon's fountains.

I smirk as the army before me rushes with bloodthirsty cries of war.
I too struck a smirk on my own visage in the fight worth dying for.
The bodies fell one right after another before my savage might.
And for the first time in my life I felt as if I were in literal flight.

The smoke cleared and the cries fell to an abrupt silence.
I let out a sigh of relief hoping there would be no more violence.
A voice called out and commended me in the end.
But all I could think of was joining hands once again.

Daddy's Girl

Wait now and hear me out.
You're so loud, no need to shout.
You left your coat there on the hanger.
It's cold outside, you'll need it later.

Kiss my cheek and I'll kiss yours.
Go to work, ascend those floors.
I think you're working, you go and commit a crime.
And yet you told me you were working overtime.

You unfaithful husband, you're but a thief.
Yet it was I who had to turn your leaf.
But what girl in this generation doesn't date a bad boy?
It's in the papers that you stole all the things I enjoy.

I found it funny you never had a receipt.
I had no idea you were so full of deceit.
But I guess I should have seen it coming.
Every night I felt our love was numbing.

Today we spent the day together.
Under the shadow of fine and bright weather.
It was a full moon above our breaking of the bread.
I washed the dishes especially that one knife that made you dead.

The Shining Red Bard

We cast our eyes upon fingertips soaked in blood.
As the seed that we've sown finally begins to bud.
We turned our backs and allowed the tree to grow.
We took refuge in our respective happy places below.

As I lay here waving a model plane as if it were in flight,
Zeus and Buddha are laughing saying 'What you did was right.'
While I sleep I dream of gold dust and emerald love.
And in the end I find them only in the one true God above.

The ascension to things beyond earthly desires is hard.
But what isn't difficult in the creative works of the bard?
My mission is to make people cry, laugh, smile, and sing.
Never was my intention to make them feel the sharpest sting.

So listen as I write my latest tale of sex, drugs, and rock.
I know many people who do all three but I'd rather just talk.
Perhaps you can relate and perhaps you're such a person.
And I can tell you right now that my own story shall not worsen.

Exile

At the fall of evening, the light inside my heart dims.
And the nightly vigil of pain and suffering begins.
Those thoughts I cherish so much flood the dam.
While I hope that I never forget the person I am.

Without a guide to these uncharted waters I get lost.
No rhyme or reason to abandon the love I tossed.
Amidst the storm I see the jaws of fate open wide.
As my ship gets rushed through, waking me up inside.

I can do many things and rebuke what you may take.
Because everlasting strength if born from this heartbreak.
While you're living your fantasy life I'm simply counting time.
But what else can I do other than write and stand in line?

Your deep nod agreed that I throw myself in exile.
Because it is my face that you will eternally revile.
While you can have all your smiles and sunshines afar.
Life is not like this because this isn't who we are.

Warfare

The death toll is fleeting in this field of violence.
A skirmish is waged at every moment of silence.
The drums of war call my darkness and my light.
Watch them clash all throughout the long night.

The earth disappeared beneath the sea of corpses.
And yet both sides still appear to have infinite forces.
I do my best to maintain diplomacy amidst the fire.
I do so all throughout the night until the morning I tire.

It brings me much pain to know these fights never end.
Because at one point these sides were just wills I could bend.
The war has yet to reach the the surface of my exterior.
I can only hope that in the end I can prove myself superior.

Hope is fading in this vying for who is wrong and right.
And today it is only the dead whom will answer my plight.
Warfare will rage on for the rest of my life.
But I will do what I can to end this eternal strife.

Nexus

I wandered out too far and I read unforgiving books
The information I discovered shattered strong rooks.
My very soul felt the strike of my unveiled truth.
And for a time I was afraid to seek further proof.

I stumbled as a walking pillar of hopeless sorrow.
Knowing that I would not be painless until tomorrow.
My surface shines but at the same time my insides rot.
The great man that I once was has only been forgot.

With my own hands I would struggle to defend my sanity.
As I began to, in her eyes, lose more and more vanity.
But there are many ways to recover -- a great variety.
A mask, a sprint, a jump, and my very own sobriety.

Armed with no heart to call my own, I stood no chance.
But I did not running away, I did not squander my glance.
Although I had no hope of winning, I made my last stand.
Who knew? I came out alive with a reward most grand.

I deployed the last of my ordinance in this psychological war.
But only to realize that I had become the hypocritical whore.
So I lowered my weapons and stopped the fighting.
I took the pen, opened to a clean page and started writing.

I was wrong to overlook my mistakes and faults.
I was wrong to lock away her heart's fragments in vaults.
I was wrong to think that I had a chance to win her back.
I was wrong to think that her daily tasks were a personal attack.

I learned to accept the punishment I deserve for my folly.
I learned to expect excruciating levels of pain by the volley.
I learned to come to terms that my own happiness can be evident.
I learned to smile because as long as she is happy, I am ever so content.

Pandora's Box

I wear the mask of "everything will be okay."
I turn against my true feelings everyday.
I jump to conclusions and remove the mask.
Revealing all the questions I come to ask.

I tell her that I will support her every act.
I shed a tear as the quill signed the pact.
To lock away my emotions to Pandora's box.
Time beyond time despises this very paradox.

Reality's blades are ripping away my wings.
Invading the hope that my new life brings.
Help me God for I am running low on power.
As I climb to the top of this endless tower.

The mask covers the face that Pandora hides.
Behind it there are laws to which he never abides.
The perfect front will fool everybody but him.
As my emotions will become slaves to his every whim.

I wish I could love again but Pandora says I will not.
Because inside the prison of this mask I will rot.
It will be useless if I struggle or try to break free.
Because nobody on the other side will ever hear me.

Pandora will tell them that I am only an insane, mad man.
And they will all believe him as much as they possibly can.
So I remain sealed away in his box behind the mask.
Pandora will answer your questions now, so feel free to ask.

Twilight Dream

Struggling for happiness I trudge forward.
The avoidance of sadness I run toward.
My body wants to feel and embrace Corruption.
As it sways to the music under conduction.

Though I feel bitter stings in my heart.
It won't be mistakes that take me apart.
I'm half the man I was yesteryear.
Three quarters don't subvert my greatest fear.

As the dice reveal that unconditional love is dead.
I sought that water in long dried leaves instead.
As the twenty-sided landed on a one.
We drowned our eyes after it was done.

In my exile, I sought to find sage advice.
To figure out why I was punished but only thrice.
My answers revealed to me a special peace of mind.
A peace where I settled for the Hell in which I dined.

It makes me smile to know that she'll be fine.
As I focus on the greater betterment of mine.
I push and I push as my steps become inert.
As the darkest corruption inside me will subvert.

The darkness cannot take me from the light.
But the darkness will prevent it from impairing my sight.
As we push toward our goals in this coaster ride.
I'll be happy enough to know that inside, I tried.

In between those absolutes I fight with clarity.
As I dabble in old virtues of chivalry and charity.
I've become clear once again in this age.
As I administer my heart a potent triage.

I am not the light and I am not the dark.
I am the gray area in the journey which I embark.
I will not be clouded by the contrast or the bright.
I am the bringer of balance; I am the twilight.

Father

You were there beside me when the sun struck ground.
You told me stories; you showed me around.
You gave color to my empty shade of gray.
You always thought of me even while I was away.

Your sage wisdom gave way to my inspiration.
Especially in darkest hours of our extended separation.
When I'm away from home I apply all that I've learned.
While I crossed those bridges as behind me they burned.

You are the very example that honor is not dead.
But a testament that there is truth amidst the lies we are fed.
Between happy and sad, you were there to tip the scales.
For the good of all of us, you paved truly remarkable trails.

Look at me still talking when there's much to do.
For at least today I'm glad to be here with you.
Though sometimes I'm rash and sometimes I'm a bother.
I'm sure everyone agrees that you're a pretty awesome father.

Cain

And yet we strike back at the highest tier,
With steadied resolve struck like a spear.
The darkness gets banished by our inner light.
As long as the epiphany remains true, we will fight.

See how our power soars and watch it fly.
While we dream sweet dreams of Lucy in the sky.
We shed our black drapes of despair.
And don the white vestments of repair.

As the entanglements of our misery unravel.
We sort out the disorganization of this drabble.
The beam flashes, the enemies flee in terror.
As we work to fix our sad, once-fatal error.

Low are their resources and high are the takes.
We won't mess up, we won't make mistakes.
We're not alone, there is more to this.
We're together, something is amiss.

We will rise up and take back what is ours.
Before my bridge burns, before my love sours.
Allow the lesser people turn their backs and leave.
But I won't go until you find absolute reprieve.

This is the age where there are no more lies.
This is the age that the lows become pleasant highs.
I'll make it out of this with your hand in mine.
Neither of us will fall back and be left behind.

The Old Playlist

It's been a whole year of something.
And yet I feel like I have accomplished nothing.
Lines were crossed, hands were held.
Feeings lost, love was failed.

Yesterday we broke the rules.
Today we were complete fools.
Tomorrow we lose that old flame.
And we bring color to our honest name.

The light of day blots out the dark.
We aborted the journey on which I now embark.
This is not how my life is written.
As I mend the heart they have smitten.

I had the comfort of friend, faith, and wealth.
But today I have the emptiness of poor health.
Drained everyday I miss our old comfort.
As I perform every remaining concert.

I was greeted in the morning by love.
Like there was an actual god up above.
But at night, when I can think this through.
In lieu of sleep, I can't find better things to do.

Today I'm greeted by feeling lonely.
No god, home is now much less homely.
Back then I slept so comfortably, so easily.
Now I'm plagued by indifference heavily.

When it will stop, I will never know.
Hoping that the love I plant will grow.
Just tell me if I'm making progress please.
Doing so will put my wounded mind at ease.

As I listen to that old playlist, I cry.
From its solemn lyrics my wounds dry.
Thinking of the way things were before the year's turn.
I remember those unforgettable things in which we burn.

A New Age

Conflict is out on the desolate street.
Playing useless tracks on eternal repeat.
They bang on our doors to give us personal cancer.
But I'd rather shut them out and give them no answer.

We crossed the sea of emptiness.
Overshot our own readiness.
Placed hope in the hands of time.
As we left all the bad far, far behind.

So I look back toward the ocean.
And begin setting my plan into motion.
We're new people in a fresh new age.
We're ex-slaves breaking out of our cage.

We aim to make true our dreams of fiction.
But nevermore for that absolute contradiction.
In this new age, only good comes from a new day.
Cuffing hands, fulfilling kisses, taking stress away.

Some things you don't forget.
Sometimes we wallow in regret.
But when we embrace, your heart is set free.
Tomorrow is another day that we will see.

Together we are, again, one and the same.
I'll no longer black my once honest name.
And I'll be able to sleep at night.
As tomorrow we fight the good fight.

We'll rebuild this building, this old home.
We'll make things right in steady metronome.
I'm sick of wishing; so I make it true.
I wished upon a new age for me and you.

In this age we'll be happy once again.
And we'll forgive each other of old sin.
We'll hold our hands in remembrance of this.
And soak in the comfort of every last kiss.

Elevator

That night I stroked her face one last time.
Again it sent cold shivers down my battered spine.
I wanted my lips to show her how much I truly loved her.
The inability to do so ripped and tore my heart asunder.

We were separated for the longest month in my life.
A month marking off days on my arms with a knife.
I missed her so much that today I'm very silent.
I wished that I hadn't gotten so wicked and violent.

Her lips are the poison and the cure.
Yet it's feeling only feels very pure.
It pains me to feel rejection.
But I deserve it upon reflection.

I fight and struggle against the coming storm.
Simply being close to her alone makes me feel warm.
Despite the warmth there's a disconnection.
Slowing the molecules of the loving convection.

I know she loves me but at times it's so hard to read.
Being damaged goods it's not easy to know what we need.
I am sorely troubled with wonders of what hides in store.
This is the elevator of my soul; there's room for one more.

There's room for one more...

Displacement

This world is so much noise.
As girls are girls, boys are boys.
This feeling eats away at my heart, preventing sleep.
As I spend long nights with eyes open in silent weep.

I cannot bear the pain much longer.
Although I know I cannot be any wronger.
We drew the lines of our terms in open, washed-out sand.
Craning our heads as we listen to our personal favorite band.

Dotting my eyes with the panacea of their red.
Thinking the very worst our feelings can dread.
Pulsing waves of nausea encircle my weary body.
When and why did our love become ever so shoddy?

I've no one but myself to fall back on in this dark time.
Hoping it won't be long until our plans once more intertwine.
The resounding words of revival are now a rarity.
So much that every night I'm unable to achieve absolute clarity.

This Wanderer

This wanderer is very far away from his old home.
He obtained vast amounts of time.
This wanderer sought neither word nor tome.
And so continues his endless climb.

This wanderer persists and never quits.
Believed he wants it all to end.
This wanderer is at the end of his wits.
Thus can he only wander once again.

This wanderer hopes with every fiber of his being.
He prays that everything will be fine.
This wanderer sung every song there is to sing.
Waiting long days for this to unwind.

This wanderer will always continue to wander.
Never coming to a complete and final stop.
This wanderer will always continue to ponder.
Rubbing beads of sweat with no last drop.

Lost Extraterrestrial

In the control room the world's quite a view.
I see vibrant deserts from a sky oh-so-blue.
The people down below are fighting.
Is violence really all that inviting?

There are many people with many weapons.
They've been fighting since last night at eleven.
My people watch in bewilderment of such rage.
We wonder if this planet is at a 3rd world stage.

With such primitive technology blood is shed.
Quite unlike our own world where crime is dead.
Though we came with absolute peace in mind.
It's probably better we leave this world behind.

Our society has no place for humans so savage.
Where thirty thousand deaths are mere average.
It's been years since I've returned to my hearth.
Today I wonder whatever became of planet Earth?

White Chalk

At the limit of my sobriety,
Removal of simple variety,
I can hear the bells faintly in the distance.
Entertaining the Reaper at the final instance.

I fight to contain the corruption within.
Begging for the mercy from those I sin.
Ding dong, the boat floats across the River Styx.
Ding dong, it has now arrived just for sad kicks.

Swallowing and drowning in shallow sorrow,
Hoping I'll get pulled out for air tomorrow,
Hacks and slashes mark my tattered self.
As I return the tools of labor to the wooden shelf.

Wretched Adams pay for their own Hell.
Yet these days I can only hear the same bell.
While I sit here and do nothing but talk,
Others happily proclaim love in white chalk.

The Way The World Ends

Blessed be the knights of old
Into the fires to which you behold
Original standard for the prophet's word.
Waste away mammal, reptile, and pretty bird.

Fixation is the new sign of remembrance.
Despite our own slightest bit of evidence.
It all falls apart in the blink of an eye.
And so we all know Revelation is nigh.

Stopped all modern warfare and fighting.
Stopped all feral shooting and biting.
We've forgotten our purpose beyond amends.
And that is exactly the way the world ends.

No One Listened

Arbitrary belief and nobody wins.
Momentary relief and the wheel spins.
Based on the promise of coming salvation.
It feels more like absolute retaliation.

They ask what's wrong and I shrug.
But they see past the holes we've dug.
I cry again and it pains me so.
But miserable men can't say no.

He thinks time will fix the wounds.
She sleeps comfortably in cold rooms.
I wish that you could stop me from crying all night.
You wish I'd stop struggling and go towards the light.

I can shout but no one will listen.
Try as I may there's no calm position.
I wish this hurt, pain, and agony didn't stay.
I wish it was easy for me not to feel this way.

Knowing is the First Step

Slipping into memoirs of long ago.
Wishing love told me where she'd go.
Picking up the phone for a quick dial.
But knowing things is going out of style.

An eye for an eye in the boughs of life.
We aim for something less than strife.
My heart races and my senses tense.
Invoking the power that love prevents.

Don't leave me here wondering why.
Because I'm so worried, I could die.
Explanation can only go very far.
As I sit here wishing upon a star.

And I can't keep feeling this way.
For its eventual end I can only pray.
Why do you do this, I'll never know.
But this is the feeling love will bestow.

Day and Night

I miss her smile every night.
I miss her lips pressed on mine.
I miss her arms around me tight.
I miss her eyes' tender shine.

I want her to like me so much more.
I want her to see me for the hero I was.
I want her to leave my faults at the door.
I want her to know I am the one she loves.

I wish I could perfect my art.
I wish I made the world a better place.
I wish I knew where to start.
I wish I could win this endless race.

I am tired of being sad at night.
I am exhausted from the trials by day.
I am determined to make things right.
I am set to turn this darkness away

What's Real and True

Feet planted in tattered debris.
We aim to end her misery.
Biting bullets for what was good.
She thought she was misunderstood.

She painted a worse off painting.
But it only sped her tainting.
We stood with her until the day it reckons.
As she sank low to drink the remaining seconds.

And her painting was never the same.
We knew her story and her game.
She has the power to be happy once more.
All she really had to do was walk out the door.

But she took a chance to set things straight.
Cracked the surface at the strike of eight.
She despised all the ashes she had to breathe.
As we set her on the blessed path of reprieve.

Yet don't we all walk on wounds?
Can you remember those afternoons?
We just hold on to what remains of what we think is lost.
Even if those just happen to have unconventional cost.

In the records we unbind.
We were out of our mind.
Against odds and never questioning why or how.
We stand close and we sing together now.

Highways Go

We went down the road at extreme speeds
Boring patterns of pavement burn my eyes
We exchanged thoughts of sowing seeds
As she cast her gaze upon colorful skies

I tapped the breaks and we came to a stop
I got directions from the cream of the crop
But she decided to stay in the car
As she looked again to the sky afar

We both had dreams of being mile high
We had nightmares of beign stranded to earth
We knew our love was without a single lie
As we had found what we sought since birth

Night time, bearing strait, my car is aglow
We jet set once again on Highways Go
Her eyes were still in the sky
And so we still knew why

Heroic Men

Lo' behold my children of the night.
For arrives a new hero borne of light.
He has the fist that could shatter boulders.
The weight of the world sits on his shoulders.

The people loved him like a god.
At his chivalry they all applaud.
Granted him the key to the city.
Made him an instant celebrity.

Dotting the soil with the tips of his fingers.
As he challenges exotic death that lingers.
Though he is a savior he is but a common man.
Try as though you may, catch him if you can.

Though the hero transcends reality with act.
Reality can bounce back for a matter of fact.
Little did he think on actions he takes.
For even heroic men commit mistakes.

Dear Yahweh

This morning I ask of you, God...

What is the serenity to accept the things I cannot change?
To take hold of the reigns that are beyond my range?
Am I to sit idly while the walls crumble?
Am I to wrap myself in guilty ensemble?

What is the courage to change the things that I can?
To once again acquire the trust of my beloved clan?
In eternal paralysis what can I move?
In their eyes of hatred what can I prove?

What is the wisdom to know the difference of the two?
To assure the masses that what I say is true?
Does redemption come with time?
Or are there stairs I must climb?