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Well, everyone, this just happens to be everything that I haven’t put on the site yet. Figured it would be a lot easier to make a whole new page. Enjoy.
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Days Gone By
The days go by and yet I miss
Those days of youthful bliss
When in the mind of a child
Anything was possible and wild
But here I am sitting
Trying to think and sing
About the song of life
The one that I play and hear with so much strife
Of friendships gained and those lost
Or those that dwindled slowly, into the wind tossed
Until they became but nothing that could be found
As sad as that may sound.
Though I still wish to remain as friends
To all with whom I've had untimely ends
Though must I be the only one
To try to put forth effort with a friendship done?
It's not worth my time to keep going
If another refuses to work on a friendship dieing
Must I ignore them like they shrug off me?
Without importance to tell problems to or wish with to be?
If they would only know
To those days when friends we were, I would go.
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Looking Forward
The steps are long and weary
Yet still I follow their path
For now, I keep on going
I try not to look to the past
If I look behind, I stumble
Not seeing what is in my future
It's hard not to glance back
And sometimes, I walk backwards
Though, I have no desire to
I must turn around, face the future
Leave the past as it be
For it shall never change
But, I can still change the future
Change what may be.
Perhaps, I can challenge cruel Fate
And live my life as I wish
To go my own way on this journey of life
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Blades Broken
Blades of grass broken
By my own hand The steps are long and weary
Yet still I follow their path
For now, I keep on going
I try not to look to the past
If I look behind, I stumble
Not seeing what is in my future
It's hard not to glance back
And sometimes, I walk backwards
Though, I have no desire to
I must turn around, face the future
Leave the past as it be
For it shall never change
But, I can still change the future
Change what may be.
Perhaps, I can challenge cruel Fate
And live my life as I wish
To go my own way on this journey of life
To what purpose do they serve?
Yet these broken blades
Remind me of days long ago
Of promises promised
And those forgotten
Because of actions and feelings
Maybe not forgotten
But buried in the past
Never to be uncovered again
These eyes wiped the tears
That once streaked past my face
From long ago
Because of such things forgotten
And yet, all is fine now
But who can say
What the future holds?
When promises promised
Again are said
But never kept
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Days’ End
The days have come at last
When dreams shattered and cracked
Are no more.
When the wishes of the wanton
Are forever not granted.
The days of old have gone
Oh so long ago.
And yet, in the past
A part of us still lives
But to the future
Is the reality we must face
'tis our destiny, our goal.
Our heads turned to the side
We see not the new day approaching.
Or the beautiful sunset
Before our eyes
That signals the day's end.
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One Man
Woe! The sorrow and pain
Of others hurts me.
If only for an instant
Everything could be all right.
They deserve to feel
Happiness and joy.
Not incessant sorrow.
What can I do about it?
I am just One Man
Amongst the crowd.
But yet, all I can do is try.
It's more than
Some people say.
Try I shall
Just to make others
Hurt go away.
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Untitled
The week has nearly come to an end
Though I look back upon with regret
I know not why.
If I knew the answers to my questions,
I may be satisfied, even then,
My thirst for knowledge
Would still be insatiable.
My desire for love,
From anyone, anywhere, any kind,
Would remain unquenched.
Friendships remain undiscovered
Others still stand
Strong as stone
And some crumble
Like mountains to the sea.
Of what use does it
For me to look back?
Must I not face forward
To the future?
Towards my future I want to live
The one I want?
For now, I shall try
To continue facing forward
To follow my Fate.
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Lying
I'm lost upon this open sea
Nowhere to turn,
No sight of land anywhere
My ship flounders in the ocean
My body crushed by the waves
Drowning, going down, down, down
No one is there to save me
In my darkest depths of despair
As I sink into the eternal darkness
My lungs fill with seawater and I cough
A cry escapes from my lips
Why must I feel so alone?
Why must I feel so lost
I am not the person I thought I was
And with my fins, I swim away
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Living a Lie
I've been lying
To myself, others
For these past 8 months
About a friendship
That never existed
The way I believed
About how I was upset,
Because it was no longer the same,
Though it was me
But now I cry
Oh so hard
For I've been living a lie.
All this time,
It was my fault
I must find out who
I really am
It's so hard to do
For I am not the person
I once thought I was
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Gone
Gone
They are gone
The feeling is
So different
So odd
A sense of loss
My teeth
So smooth
Without my
Braces
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Take Your Best Shot
Take your best shot, Divine Eros
I will withstand the force of your arrows
Their magic shall not infuse my being
Nor shall your arrows hit their target
For now, I've turned my back on Love
What Love out there is there for me?
None I say. So I run away from you
Must I always flee thus in this manner
Or will the dreaded day come
When I must turn around and meet
The awful arrow that shall pierce me
Yet until even the throes of Death
Do I still claim, "Love, you be not what you seem.
Fly, fool. Any who claim Love.
I shall not listen to your arguments.
Nor shall you convince me otherwise.
Begone bearer of broken promises.
No more I say. Leave me be, oh Love."
And so have I already been smitten
The arrow that makes others not follow Love
Perhaps though, this stone heart may melt
If only but one person would choose Love,
For the sake of myself.
And yet, despite my avoidance towards Love
I take my own bow and arrows in hand
And smite another bewildered soul
With my cursed weapons of Love.
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Don't Press a Key
"All right class,"
The instructor says,
"Click this button,
Is everyone following along?"
Moments pass
Mouses click
"Be careful.
You don't want
To press a key."
Silence follows
I press a key
Into the hall
I go
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The End of My Rope
Flee I must
Before I hurt
By my own doing
Once more.
Trapped by myself
Never to escape
I beg for rescue
From someone
Anyone, anywhere.
I lie at the bottom
Of a dark dungeon
Built by my own hand.
The walls go ever up
With no door
From which to leave.
As I frantically
Scramble up the walls
They crumble in my wake
And I tumble to the bottom.
No footholds, no cracks
As if the wall
Were of one solid stone.
Where to go?
No light shines
In this crypt.
Crying out
I am helpless, desperate,
In need of help.
Someone save me
From my own isolation.
The walls won't weather
In this vault
I take a rope
And try to climb up
Yet everytime
I'm near the top
I have but a hundred feet
And I'm at
The end of my rope.
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Hero
If I were but Perseus
For in my hand I hold Medusa's head
And turn all my troubles into stone
Anything with an eye
Beasts, men
Or if I were Midas
With his golden touch
Transform all things to gold
For my thoughts
Heavy as gold
Would have reason
To weigh me down
To be but Jason
And sail the seas
With my crew of Argonauts
And find the Golden Fleece
To bring back to Athens
Only to learn of my father's demise
Or be Heracles
Son of Zeus
Destined to be king of all Greece
Until my father's jealous wife
Caused the birth of my cousin
Before that of mine
Resulting in his Kingship
And how I must perform twelve labors
Of arduous work
To redeem myself
To be but a hero
Though a hero's life
Is not splendor
Nor great
Tis full of sorrow
But a hero's life
Is what I wish for
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What Use?
Of what use is Love?
It only allows oneself
To become vulnerable
More easily hurt
Than if one were not to love
After it is gone,
Perhaps it was never
Really there to begin with,
One feels more alone
In the world than before
One was cursed by Love.
Once more, a broken promise
To myself I make
To be cruel and cold of heart
To Love's face
Until a time is more at hand
To know Love
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The Grave is No Bar to my Call
The Horn is sounded
And above the hills
of the Almoth Plain
A battle rages forth.
Power everywhere
Across the sky
And land
All see the
Struggle between
The Reborn and
Sightblinder
For now
Heroes come forth
To fight for
The forces of Light
Because
The Grave is no
Bar to my call
And the Horn is sounded
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Where are you?
Where are you?
Never were you there
Only watching from above
Letting mere mortals
Do as they will.
Where are you?
So I can ask
"Why? What was your purpose?"
For I know not
The answer
Where are you?
So I can seek
Answers to my questions
That I know
Only you know
Where are you?
All I see in this world
Is pain, suffering, sorrow
What has happened to all the joy
And happiness you promised?
Where are you?
You were always dead
Never there
So if I see you
I will fall upon the ground
And ask
"Where were you God?"
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A Tale
Come hither child, I will a tale tell you.
A tale about the Knights of Table Round
Of deeds and dares and feats that they did do.
Magick in air was there and trumpet sound
That knights who bold they be answer the call.
Evil dwelt here at this most knightly place
And good and pure also did live with all.
Arthur the King, Merlin the Mage, their race
To find the Grail Holy I would but see
Or hear the horse gallop across lake
Though wide and deep the clear water do be
The sands upon bottom clear be fake
Mayhap it was a great shining grey sword
To hail Arthur as King forevermore.
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To All the Lonely World
To all the lonely world
The earth moves on, but
Under our feet
We still stand
And yet
All
May face
The dreaded
Terror of Death
That humans do fear
Lest they be forgotten
In the years to come
Generations
Gone, passed by
To their
Death
And still
The world moves
On, and we are
We are but helpless
To all the lonely world
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Crownless King
I look around
And see this place
Of delicate
Decay about
Me. Oh what woe
And sorrow is
Strewn throughout this
Seemingless bare
Empty life. For
Nought but death lives
And the living
Are mere minions
Of death. Crownless
King forever
Stalks the weary
World and all one
Can do is sit
And watch the life
of all vanish
In but a word.
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My Garden
Here I am
All alone
In my place
Of sorrow
And of woe
No one hears
The secrets
That I speak
Within these
Withered walls
Of solace
And peace I
Know not the
Meaning of
And yet I
Still sit and
Sigh amongst
The overturned
Rocks, and the
Overgrown
Weeds amidst
The flowers
In my small
Garden there
Is but no
One to hear
Me think or
Speak my thoughts
Aloud and
Soon even
This garden
Will fade to
Dust, leaving
Nothing but
Memories
Of what once
Was my place
To turn to
And cry in
Quiet calm
And comfort
Unless of
Course I will
Crumble to
The earth and
Become one
With my once
Garden of
Small safety
After all
Is gone and
Said I know
I still say
Here I am
All alone.
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Ring of Fire
Ring of fire, though it be,
Naught but a living flame I see,
And woe to anyone who thinks,
That this fire should ever drink,
Of the water that is poured upon it to quench its thirst.
No one wants to be the first
To die amongst the flames so bright,
And sit amidst the evening light
While all the world is still awake.
Yet all I do is sit and rake
My thoughts that come to me
If it seems I think too much, then that is what it be
For nothing else will satisfy
This endless desire to see and cry.
The smoke hides all I wish to view
And once again the fire begins anew.
Over the flame of the world's desire
I see naught, but this ring of fire.
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Untitled
And so I am here in your time of trouble
While you walk the path of life and stumble
I'll be here to catch your fall
Like those forgotten days of old
When you did the same for me.
Amongst my solemn journey
All I wish is to help any lost soul
For that is what I still am, my role
Though all I can truly do
Is be there and listen to you.
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Nothing Left
Now I deem
That all is
Not what it seems.
But 'tis
Truly sad if
I know not
How to lift
Any of the rot
That sits upon
This veil.
The world moves on
Mile after mile
And though all
I see is clouded
By the misted fall
I have wandered
Far and wide
In but nothing
Except my mind.
Think not, nor sing
Of happier
Days gone by
Or you will forever
Live and sigh
And dwell upon the past.
It is of no use
And those dreams that did not last
Will make you lose
All you wish to hold
Now and keep.
But yet you are strong and bold
Nothing is left but to weep.
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Forlorn
Sitting forlorn like an old doll
I am here forgotten by all
Lying on the cold floor asleep
No one sees me bitterly weep
And yet what can I do about it
I always complain and sit
At my computer desk yelling
At the monitor to start working
Because the computer is broken.
Maybe I'll pop open a book and read Tolkien
But I have nothing to do
Nothing to see, nowhere to go too
All alone, what can I say?
Perhaps, it'll be different this day
Nothing in this place for me
So much more out there to do and see
But what use is my complaining
If I don't go out and do something?
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Disappointment
There I sit
On the bleachers
Anticipating my
Name to be called
Wishing for this
One thing to happen
This only aspiration
That is wanted to
Become true
All the effort
Stroven with my all
I go up for
Other reasons
Other awards
And yet I sit
When they call
The award
That I wish
For the most.
Such disappointment.
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Ghostly Rides
The ever-pale moonlight
Shines through the dark night
Galloping swiftly across the fields
The white horse upon its hindlegs reels
Though I see this majestic beauty
From this sight with all my might I flee
And still the horse runs on
And yet in the brightness of the sun
He vanishes, gone and taken away
Never to be seen during the light of day
For no ordinary horse is this
But a phantom, doomed to that peaceful bliss
Of doing that which is most desired in life
And I run, for I know I cannot endure the strife
Within myself. I will never enjoy
That I shall know nor understand joy
In all that I do and hope to be
In everything that I wish for and to see
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One Person
As I walked down the road of life
I saw paths in the distant
Then, I came upon one
Hidden among the trees
It had been used in a time long ago
In a time when this path
Was more traveled
As I began my journey
On this dusty road
I found a treasure
Not the wealth of the world
But riches of my heart
For there, along that difficult road
I had chosen, I found one person
Who had made a difference
In my life and the lives of others,
I had found you
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Song
I sit here
Wondering
What is wrong.
But there's nothing
Just a sad song,
That pierces through
The darkest night
And where I, too,
Found some sight.
The song of the world
Laments in the wind.
The notes swirled
Throughout my mind,
Singing sadly to me.
The troubles of others
Is what it be
But why should I bother?
To help out
My fellow human being
Rather than pout
And moaning and groaning
About my task.
To put others before myself
Is all He asks.
But good is my help?
To have changed
Someone else's life for good
Is the plan I make
To brighten up a dark mood
And help them
By always being there
When they need me the most
For, to them
I will always be here.
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Mirror
All I see in the reflection
of my eyes are my tears for you
As if my tears are of any use
They streak down my face without purpose
Intent or even logic
The fall for you and for no other
The fall without rhyme or reason
For all I want to do
Is to give you what you deserve
But how can I when I know that all
anyone truly deserves is love?
If only I could give that to you
But how? I know not
I wish everything could be all right,
but it never will be
How many more times must I look at my eyes
And see your reflection there amidst
The tears of yours and mine?
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End of a Year
And so now it comes to the end
This year that which, to me was on lend
Now it seems as if I must go soon
To create web pages by the light of the moon
For in this class I have learned a great deal
Of that which was lost and relearned in zeal
But also forgotten much that I knew
In this land of quiet peace and programmers few
I am but one lonely writer trying to create
Some deep meaningful poems as of late
About this great and wonderful place
That I would but wish to see its true face
And so I end this poem that tried to have said
Something of my web page class, that which is now gone and dead
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Fire
Fire burns
Everything in
Its path
Yet some escape
The carnage
Of the scorched
Fields it wrought
The dieing live
And the living die
But whose to say
Which is which
For surely
In death there is life
But also,
In all life
There is death
The inferno
Still rages on
In hate and war
For a living fire
This is
One that will
Never be quenched
Nor slaked
In its thirst
For death and dominion
Over all
But now this flame
Dwindles and flickers
As if not there
But it was always
A liar, deceiver
For it is mightier
Than it appears
That one flame
Could consume you
Burn you from within
And you would know not
The reason
Of your demise
Or fall from paradise.
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A New Ruler
Long is that forgotten time
When all was right in my mind
But now chaos reigns
Where order ruled with no pains
For no love shall I seek
Nor shall one search for me so meek
Perhaps I really can't see
That there maybe someone, somewhere for me
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One Chance
And so it never turned out as you thought
All the gifts and the flowers he bought
Never meant a thing
And now the tears sing
As they stream down the face
Of someone who feels lost and out of place
The world, so callous and uncaring,
Leaves you alone with nought but your prayers
So now all I can say and ask
Is that you smile, though it be no easy task
For all deserve happiness
All deserve that one chance
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Rainbow
Slipping down my slide
The sun sits behind and hides
Beneath the clouds
And to the south
The wind blows
And even then, all I see is my rainbow
With a pot of gold waiting for me in the end
Or maybe it's my mind, it depends
Perhaps nothing is really there
And my rainbow was naught, but air
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Goodbye
So long ago
He set me
On his knee
And but now
He will never
Do so again
At least he
Didn't suffer
Needlessly
In the end
For he is now
In a much
Better place
One that I fear
I may never face
Although lying there
In the dark
Blue casket
No breath, no air
Moves through
His deathly lips
All around people
Wassail and moan
I hear the grumbles
And the groans
I look down
Across the room
And too soon
I must say goodbye
But how can I?
I see through you
And I saw
So many great things
But I must bid
You farewell
Goodbye Grandpa
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Answer
You asked
I answered
But to what purpose?
It's dark and dank down here
At the bottom of the well.
No one here except water.
There was a visitor
The other day
But he went on by
And left me hanging.
Fire in the hole
But it burned my eyes.
Smoke rising
From the bottom
Of the pit
Escaping out the top.
Just the other day
Someone was talking
And I replied,
Then
The next day
I talked
And there was
Hardly an answer.
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My Card
Care to see my card?
Business you see
That's all you
Really need
Or wait, maybe
You really don't want to see it
After all, I may not
Have the right business for you
Oh, so you wanna see it?
Well then, here you are
Take a look
It's one of the Major Arcana
If you really need to know
It's number 13
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Moon
Waning in the dark of the night
The crescent shaped pale gray object
Sits back and laughs at the light.
Great as it may be, the Evil One
Looks upon the bodies of rocks
That hath been wrought by the gods
Of great construction, and yet he still mocks
Everyone that is and forever more shall be
Looking upon the mortals in disgust.
The evil god of destruction
That embodies the moon with great lust
Laughs with the night of unending
To watch the mortals undoing
In their own simple mind bending.
For the mortals have brought down in anger
The wrath of the gods, but those of only destruction
The evil gods that control the night
Are forevermore destroying anything of creation.
They have turned away in their hearts
And have embraced new gods unknowingly
Of money, power, and greed in their homes
In their temples and at work willingly.
So the gods have taken it upon themselves
To destroy the mortals in their foolishness
And to create a new race to serve them
Yet do the gods act in their own rashness?
But the gods of destruction cannot create
Only destroy as they always have done.
For only the gods of creations can create
Yet perhaps all the gods are only One,
One that is just is and there, just neutral
In all affairs that ever are anywhere
But should we ask whether or not
The gods will always be there
To destroy the mortals here?
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Time
Is time endless or finite?
Mayhap some will never know
Possibly it is just THERE upon the horizon
No one is ever sure
Endless possibilities no one can understand
Ceaseless, never stopping for the mortals
Who keep track of the seasons
Spring, Winter, Summer, Fall
Or the months, or even the years
Giving mortals time was possibly not good
Or was it? Time will always be there
Even after we are gone from this existence
And have moved to the next Plane.
So time is everlasting and not so
It is everything that is possible and nothing
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Technology
Do the simple things matter?
Or is it better to have complex machines
Running our lives but not to be ran by man
The witch by the pond lives in squalor
But has a better life than the rest of us
By the brook is a tree, where a thrush sings
Secluded from the rest of the world
Lying in peaceful slumber
Sleeps the everlasting bane of man, Machines
The sword that slays man is in turn slain by Nature
Rusted iron, bleeding red upon the sunset sky of civilization
Yet those who say the simple things are worthless,
Tend to rot away their lives in the meaningless existence of machines
Yet the gizmos and gadgets never give pleasure
As being with one’s family and friends
So cherish thy family and never let up hope
That someday thou might also have a network of loved ones
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Seeking
As the world goes on
I see for what may be
Looking for a long lost son
A son who is the truth
Knowing what he truly is
And not putting on a façade
As those who take what is his
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Revolt
Laughing with each other jovially
They sit together and tease others
Just for being involved so socially
Having the fun and joy of a lifetime
Not caring for the little ones in life
Everything has to go their way
But why is it they create strife?
They look upon others with disgust
And others they look upon with pity
Creating tension between the factions
Those who don’t want the sympathy
And those that give it to look good
But is what they do really right?
Those who receive the pity can say
Perhaps the Warrior shall use might
Or the Sage his superior intelligence
Yet the Advisor chooses otherwise
He counsels to wait to extract revenge
“If used late or early, the revolt won’t rise”
Says he who sees, hears, and knows all
“To overthrow those in unlawful power.”
Ever waiting we wait, in great hate
For none shall know the day or the hour
Of the great time of sweet vengeance
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The Game
Obsession of the fashionable world
Takes the place of everything probable
The bane of all school children
The lust to play whenever possible
To either sit on the bench or be doomed
To play the pointless idiotic game
Of ten people shooting a sphere
Through a metal rim that will maim
The very existence of mankind
Never Fear
You shall never fear
For I will always be near
Nothing shall come between us
Not the darkest reaches
Of the wide world
Although troubles hurled
Upon us, prevail we will
Evan after, before, or until
The end of time
The beating of our hearts, yours and mine
Searing Sand
Searing sand
Scorching sun
Barren land
Where I cannot run
Stinging my eyes
The biting wind
Drowns out my sighs
That echo in my mind
But of what use
Is this heart broken
Or is it but a ruse
My mind's false token
Can I ever
Take this broken piece and mend
Or must the sever
Of my heart never end
Great Expanse
White water and frothing foam
Lap listlessly over my mind
Crashing waves shake the rocks
My memories, old as earth, tremble
But still I hold together
Although the great expanse
Weighs heavy on my mind and then
I fall into nothingness
Dare
Hold up, just listen
There's something to say
I can't stop thinking about you
Not even for a day
I'm not sure what it is
Or if it's even real
All I can do
Is try to tell how I feel
What must I say or do
Is it matters of the heart
Or is it all in my mind
Or can I tell it apart?
Regardless of what I say
I really do care
But do I tell you
Do I even dare?
Copyright © 2002 Matt Niemerg. All rights reserved.