Deep ThoughtsDeep thoughts are introduced to oneWhile the other laughs gaily.They are studied uponActions becoming monotonousNe'er being thought uponThough their importance above the norm.The deep thoughts are bloomingMaking it hard not to crackOpen a smile upon one's lips.The pin has been placed.Eyes shine, only one from happiness.The color of blush is spreadAcross one's cheeks.Final moments have occurred.The one singsThe tune of death and rebirth.
Cannot Say SorryI cannot say I am sorryFor the deeds that have been doneThey were done through angers handsAnd through that with mine alone.
Soaring CandleDarkness is everywhere,taking away the light.But even a single candlecan draw it back to its corner.As long as the candle is strongand cannot be blown out by the wind.Days on end it will flicker still,only to be put out when daylightis bright enough to see by,without the candle needed to bring warmth.And even as fire is a candle,there are millions of candleseverywhere in the world,even floating up in the sky.Piercing the darkness.As black crowds around me,I know I am safe,for you are my candle helping mefly away from the darkness.
Silent TimeUnlike Water, Time can never be stopped, can never be held, can never be seen. But it's flow can nourish many, and can carry things in it's wake to be passed on to others farther on.The key is not to let it silently slip out of your grasp without even your own knowledge.
Silenced By RainThe day was cold and dreary, with no people anywhere to be found, but there was one soul walking in the rain.With a long black coat and a mask to match, the person just stood there alone.No one was near to hold their hand, or give the fellow a greeting, yet still the one continued on past the muddy roads.If one had been there to see, the other briskly moving on, they would have though one of two things, but only one of them not both. The first that it was a homeless man, wandering with nowhere to go, for the clothes on the body were ratty and torn, and he did not seem to mind the rain. The second thought though, the more likely of the two, is that he was simply out for a stroll, but with a quick hand about him for sure. For it was visible to see, there was a parcel in the hands with the black coat covering it partway. It was not wrapped up gently at all, and was most certainly not hidden by chance.A cruel town was this town here, one that did not play fair, and anything could be po
The Speed of TimeTime is a precious thing... But why will it not move faster?
Starry DreamHigh above the cloudsThe diamonds of the skyReflect the light from the sun to the earthAnd shine their small lights in your eyesThrough the dark of night that binds meWith half a canopy overheadYour face turns from a look of despairTo a dream that has no redMany times I have triedTo face my eyes up there as wellAnd see the things that you doThe ones that make you feel so swellBut everything is black for meMaybe I'm not trying hard enoughFor my entire self is still being claspedBy hands that are invisible but roughSomeday though I am determinedThat I will get out of my dilemmaAnd then maybe we will be able toSee the same dream together