A long lonely walk.
The ice storm raging,
I slip and slide,
I fall,
But still I crawl on,
Ever on,
As the world tries to chill my heart,
It fails,
For it burns for you,
And I yearn to be safe from the storm,
In your arms.

* * *

For reasons unknown,
The soul yearns.
For reasons unknown,
The heart beats.
For reasons unknown,
The mind hates.
For reasons unknown,
All can love,
For reasons unknown,
For such is life.

* * *

My back to the world,
My eyes to the stars,
My lust for life,
My heart,
All flows out to you.

* * *

Traveling different roads.
Many friends along the way.
Still alone at times.
Going always on,
Making our own path,
And leaving only footprints behind.

* * *

The arms meant to hold me,
Hold nothing.
No love.
No caring.
With now even her back towards me,
So I am left,
Left to wonder alone,
In search of safety,
Love,
Caring,
Looking for any arms,
And when I find them,
Then I will rest,
But even as I sleep,
I will hold onto these arms,
Never wanting to be let go again,
Never wanting to wonder again,
On the cold, dark, and lonely road.

* * *

Cursed be life,
To start joyfully,
And then to end in disgrace,
Be it alone,
Or untimely.
For if alone,
No one will comfort your last moment.
If untimely,
Who will comfort who you leave behind,
In all their remaining moments.

* * *

Old friends,
Old loves,
You did everything for them,
They used to notice,
Do they now?
The times have changed,
Your caring words are resented,
Your gifts of love are returned,
Under false words of understanding,
All you did is turned worthless,
All you did is worthless,
All is worthless.

* * *

As the times change,
And your friends try to rearrange,
You are pushed to the side,
Farther and farther from their side,
An unwanted memory of a time before,
A change you could not stop,
A time long since lost,
As you fall by the wayside,
And are shed like so much useless weight in a pack,
Left by the wayside,
Left by the wayside.

* * *

Cherished objects,
Objects of affection,
Gifts of the heart,
Taken so long ago,
The light in the eyes of the receiver,
It lit up the room,
And lit up your life,
But now you are blind,
In the darkness,
You stumble as you walk along,
And the gift you gave is black,
For it was given back.
And your life is dark.

* * *

Paranoia,
The questions begin,
Paranoia,
The questions go unasked,
Paranoia,
The questions increase,
Paranoia,
The questions increase,
Paranoia,
The times have changed,
Paranoia,
The signs have changed,
Paranoia,
Your life is changed,
Paranoia,
You're unsure,
Paranoia,
The times have changed.
And so will you.

* * *

Eternal scream,
As I walk into the flame,
Burning my flesh,
Burning away my sins,
Burning away my mind,
Burning away my soul,
Burning away the pain.
Pardon me while I step into the flame,
Pardon me while I burst into the flame.
I'll never be the same.

* * *

As the day stretches by,
She is starting to cry,
The one she loves is absent,
Separated by distance of land,
It starts a separation of hearts,
She asks herself,
Is it worth it?
In his arms she feels complete,
Safe,
And free of worry,
However,
When he is away,
She is alone,
No longer whole,
And cries for her loss,
Never having given her heart away before.
Not knowing how to survive without.
And begins to question,
As to weather to seek its return,
And lose her love.
Or to live in its absence,
And await its return with him.

Does she not know?
She now holds his heart as her own.

* * *

I lay washed up upon the shore,
Waves of pain,
And desperation,
Washing over me,
Cold.
Chilling me to the bone.
My blood slows as the heat is sapped out of me.
And still I remember back to the days,
Days of before,
When the sun was bright,
And we walked together,
The warm surf,
Washing around our feet,
But it has all changed.
The tempest was unexpected the waves crashed tall and hard upon us,
And even with all my might I couldn't hold on,
And finally her fingers slipped from my own,
And then all was lost.
I awoke,
Alive but alone.
Upon the shore,
As the dark waves wash over me,
And of all the wounds I suffer,
My loss is the only one that is fatal.

* * *

A new day has come,
The sun has risen from its prison of shadows,
And brought with it a bright star,
So bright as to be seen even by daylight,
And by night it glows brighter still,
But in a softer more caring way,
It wraps its light around me,
Like a old and comfortable blanket,
Protecting me,
And in so doing,
Seems to release a soft glow from all things,
And as I walk through my nights,
Nothing is dark or dreary,
Evil has no place to hide,
As the light radiates down on earth,
And I gaze up,
Looking at this star,
Into her eyes.