Missed
15:13 Sep 24 2005
Times Read: 793
With clarity,
It seems,
Gone,
With dreams,
Broken.
The emptiness,
Of space,
Once fulfilled,
For solace,
Ever wishing.
Sense the emotion,
Of death,
For an Empress,
Heavy breath,
Ever missing.
Please Stop The Madness
12:47 Sep 09 2005
Times Read: 819
I wept,
Once.
It's true,
My eyes burned.
I knew why,
But not how to stop.
Out there,
I know what happens.
In the night,
Even in the day.
The evil of men,
Mostly them.
It drives the sorrow,
Both in and out.
I wonder how,
We are all so blind.
Maybe it's because,
Our eyes do burn.
Should we know,
What makes the world.
Or do we,
have it all inside?
Perhaps denial,
For fear of truth.
I looked again,
And wept some more.
Pain is relevant,
To our pasts.
But still I weep,
And yet still I look.
Scream your mind,
The hawks are deaf.
The crows will come,
To pick you clean.
Joy is lost,
When they are seen.
Where is love,
Whilst we sit and preen?
I know its odd,
But still I look.
Stripped naked,
They stare unseen.
Cold fury boils my heart,
Wondering- how?
Wanting to act,
Bound to be responsible.
Yet not,
Yet still- I am.
The dogs of war eat,
We hunger for their defeat.
It's all inside,
Can you see?
Walk tall,
Careful you don't fall.
Trip on the bones,
Of childrens homes.
Extincion looms,
For my fragile mind.
I wonder how,
To hold together.
When all around,
They talk of the weather.
See me cry,
I'm not proud.
Nor am I shy,
To stand afront the crowd.
Say my piece,
It may be heard.
But I know I seem,
Part of the design.
Inside I see,
The end of time.
Time to break,
To bring mine in line.
With old father dying,
No more light shall he shine.
No remorse,
For not liking him.
What is my point,
If we are but kin?
Inside,
Still dark.
And they still burn,
Those tears.
I did not ask,
For all of this.
When can I rest,
Please stop the madness.
Mistaken
12:35 Sep 02 2005
Times Read: 836
Though our bodies seem as far apart,
As the stars above are distant,
I know that we are destined,
To be,
As one,
Entwined in but a single heart.
I see the future of content,
Flowing to me,
As the river,
It's sigh of passing mirrors that,
Of my deep heartfelt passion.
With joy it can be said,
I changed my tune,
Since I thought I was surely dead,
But now,
I know,
I was only waiting,
For you,
Instead.
For you, my Lady Darque.
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