Slipping silently
Into the light we should go
Yet few really do

Eaisly attached
My heart grows fond of your face
Emotions spiral

V

Needles on strings, holding the poles in place
Cycling through memories of the past
Looking at some long, and others go fast
Staring in the mirror, i don't see my face
Wishing i could do something for a taste
Like a ship pushed by a sail on a mast
Compelled to write, perfection outside grasp
Trying not to fall and be without grace
Like a lucid dreamer, getting desires

I sketch a picture of what i will make

Done with my own two hands, freely molding

I'm trying to be sincere and not fake

It will have to be refined by the fires

Be like the creation, never folding

IV

The flesh is weak
Can we resist temptation
The changes we make to alter appearance
Where is the necessity

Traumatization
Standing in elevators
The laughter cuts deep

Feel the need to wait
Can't stand not knowing at all
Do you understand

laying in bed

My thoughts consumed once again
Filled with images of things i haven't seen
When left to wander they run a muck
Now i need a lie down, yet can't calm the storm

III

Sitting at the keys with the screen dim

No sleep has come yet

Mind whirling about over the same beautiful face

Not helping my already confused state

In a world of relentless beauty

Wondering about the unseen

Wishing for something, anything

Just to be close would justify my misery

Succulent peaches glistening

No movement nor sound escape them

Waiting to be plucked and eaten

Only the few lucky will ever get to taste

Long brown curtains blow in the wind

Brushed by the hand of God Himself

Deep pools of watered silt stand prominent

Never faltering or waining, only glistening

The face that launched a thousand ships
I used to have to imagine
Trying to rationalize my thoughts
But her beauty has overcome my sense

II

On the safety plate
We stand aloft and play dare
Until one man falls

The human race is all but a frail one. We are taken out of grime and mire. Let us have our baptism of fire. We shall not have our wars make us undone. united we join hands so we become, like a phalanx of Rome would make its pyres. We have no need for our God lifts us higher. By faith we stand, horrors of world we shun. we walk about so lazy and so daft. wandering here like a sheep in a flock, standing around waiting here in this place. Ticking time goes away just like a clock, so very often we give God the shaft, yet we have His salvation and His grace.

Not cut from the bolt

Not an average cookie cut

I'm a wanderer

I

Nightly we look to the stars with much hope
Pulling away from the everyday life

As we are pushed deeper down the slope

Crying for relief, oh the strife

The love that abounds within my weariness

Darkness envelops all of my thoughts

The dishonesty to everyone but the third

It can never happen, the space

Excitement in tones and inflection

Like pillars of smoke

An infinitesimal amount of time

Lost in the ages of men

Isolation, cognitive processes

Like the petals of lilies weaken

Floods bring renewal and hope in abundance

Only to crush the optimistic

What i would do for one glimpse

A fleeting moment of hope like fire

Passion fills both hearts but only for

Pain, sorrow, fear and regret

Stationary and at nothing again

The orbs spin violently about

The board has decided upon

With the outcome lies end results

Sitting in fullness waiting

Impending failure starts to flourish

Beads of sweat congeal in masses

This is the end of the old ways

Sitting in the loud room conversing

Thoughts being tossed about back and forth

We wait for the last to arrive

The destination awaits our still beating hearts

The hearts of many join to make one

Trying with much passion to heal

The sick come and gather in masses to thrive

Fiery manes burning in the wind

Like a mother protects her born

Help will always come

It can be late, but it always arrives

Sitting on the swings and in the field

Remembering the final hours

Unsure of what is to come

We are earnest and true