I dreamt of a love last night

that will never be,

until I wake up to live.

We waltzed across the oceans of the world

and swam across the cold dessert nights.

As we parted from the night

tears cleansing our cheeks,

We embraced for rememberence

of the night of dreams.

Abruptly dawn breaks

ripping apart our love

and bringing me to life

to see I am alone

I pray to find the night once

again and dream of a new love

that I will never awaken from.

He sits in the window

looking at no one who passes

The snow falling gently

as he contemplates his act,

life's fear sits in a wheelchair

By the fireplace.

Business is business he thinks

as he collects his thoughts and things,

this place must be purged of his sins

for it would be a shame to be caught

for something he was pleaded to do.

The body of a sick man

remains spurting his life as

he sits at the mirror in disgust

to see a bloody reflection of his face.

The blood is there forever

and shall not be cleansed

untill it is his own sweet death.

I have fallen down an in escapable path

and have no way of deviating from its truth.

Winding, twisting to an inevitable fate.

So I travel along my way

and look for one thing to set me free.

Avision of love to confirm my existence.

As I sit at the end of my journey

I have but only one regret

That I never found myself

and neglected my love all the while.

I have caught you.

Spent my day looking long and hard,

now you are mine to devour.

You began innocently enough, yet became my enemy

I loved you, then came to fear you.

Why did it have to happen like this?

We didn't mean any harm, but caused many pain.

No one was to die because of us.

Now I sit in my cell, that night a part of me

and hang from my rope with only one thought,

why didn't I kill you before it was too late.

There they were

sitting alone in time

no one to see them

but the mirror of hate.

No one there,

the candescence of the dead

surrounds them.

They are possesed

by the place

where they are existing.

Where were they

to go but to ascend

into the grasp

of those who love.

To go to a time

where there are those

who want to travel

into the unknown.

Good morning to the angels

as sleep comes upon the earth

Celestial beings drink from the moon

as the elephants feast on the tree tops

and rats, from the sewers of the world

Dawn breaks as the angels sleep

and god is awakened by the sun

We are restless as we sit together

and hold our hands

while we wait for the angel

to take us away.

A man with much to say

had knowledge, but needed wisdom,

he knew what he was told

but could not see

that the men he followed

were no better than thos

who he preached against.

As his life went on

he came to know the truth.

He set himself free of his maters

to teach the unity of all.

On his final day,

breathing his last true breath

He smiled at those who killed him

for he found them to be

just as he used to be.

On his final day.

He sits now in bed

his head rests against the cold marble

As he looks towards happiness,

the tips of his fingers are no longer there.

Numbness fills his body

as the cold finds him dying.

He is dead there now

immobile to the joy of life.

His better half holds his hand

and weeps for the man.

The man who never loved her,

the man who had lived

only for the purpose to live

and face death with open eyes.

He Will Soar Some Day

The wind has died down

his wings lay at his side

waiting for the burst

to take him soaring through life.

Days pass in weary sleep

as nights are filled with anticipation,

awakening to nothing but dreams

and sleeping in hope.

Abruptly he is lifted to the heavens

sights unseen, sounds unheard.

It has finally come to him

and will lift him forever.

He knows now

that the rainbows and mountains are real

and not a fabrication in cruelity.

He finds confort that all seems real.

Unicorns are dancing

with golden Leprecheuns,

and the mountins join hands

to embrace the world.

The rivers overflow with life

as it springs out of the earth

to find harmony of spirit.

While sparrows sing along

with the melodies of the robin,

A rainbow links east to west

and signs the clarity of all.

And the bear sits smiling

sharing fruit with the man beside him

and enjoying the symphony of the world.

Desperation is overhead

rushing around in torrents

closing in upon you.

The thunder is there,

Lightning approaches in the day

calmness is fierce.

Scurrying around on toes

overlooking the earth

you see above you

the half dark moon.

Dancing of the greens

along the orchestra of the night

brings about the life.

Black as they dance

holding hands of snakes,

waiting to partake.

The passion rises in the air

as angels watch with fearful wings,

what will occur in this night.

A waltz of bones

and clashing of thunder

brought together unknowingly.

The man holds the woman

and love rings a bell

that will end with the chimes.

They stare at me with glassy eyes

bobbing their heads up and down,

Feathers fluttering of the slightest move.

Quacking synically among each other

focusingthe erie eyes

and lashings tongues on me.

Suddenly silence crashes the waters

the birds of the water look,

than soar to the sky

in a tornado of feathers

By myself I wonder were they have gone.

Filling the sky in darkness,

the thunder approaches without haste.

I have nowhere to run.

The wind comes across my face,

the beaks are upon my flesh.

I have lost my sight

and cannot scream in fear

as I am torn away with the wind.