Thankfulness
I've spent my lifetime dreaming of you
The special one
A mystifying charm
A heart so genuine and true
You lived through time just wishing
For comfort, solace, a companion for the loneliest days
But somehow we knew
Our dreary days would be a distant memory
For the crossing of our paths
Would bring a miracle the world has yet to see
Sweet Zoe Jane
I wish I was Zoe Jane
I wish you'd sing to me
Sing to me without a sound;
You know my eyes don't see straight through you
You know, no matter how profound
I wish you were free
I wish you'd tell me 'bout all the things you've endured
I'm colour blind, if you could see
Nothing that simply appears
Appears to me
I wish you were my mentor, my friend, my family.
I hope you know the song
I hope you sing to Zoe Jane;
I hope you hold them
I hope you'd always love them;
The way that a father should love his daughters
For One Day
If one day,
We could fly across the oceans
High above the mountains
Way beyond our galaxy
If one day,
Love and hate didn't come hand in hand
Cats and mice be merry friends
I could touch you
If one day,
No other colours exist but green
No harsh reality, all dreams
No 'Missing You' without meaning
If one day,
You said: "15 yrs is no difference"
You said: "Together, as long as the sun burns"
You said: "I'm thankful for just this one day"
If this one day could live
It would be no day in this world
Deaf and Mute
Silence kills.
Monotonous fills;
Fills your head, your heart, your wretched guts
Vacuum is your soul -
So empty, frozen;
Froze your bones, froze your mind, froze your world
Never scream, never ever scream -
It breaks your maker,
Maker of your sordid sight
Silence kisses your sordid sight
Vacuum carasses your sordid sight
It is addictive;
Addiction to monotony
I'm choking;
Forever choking
Brother
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with you above the storm
Father you are king over the flood
I will be still and know you are God
Brother, you know better -
Defending the peace, the peace so sacred
Eradicating all storm and hatred
Comprehend this as I look to you.
I know you do -
However veiled I may weep
So silently, so slowly;
You bend so low and leave a stepping stone
Left for ever;
Moss and weeds dirt and gray may grow,
but a stone never wanes.
Love
My heart leapt;
It fought the urge to scream and run to you
You stood still; I simply trod on.
Only when my overpowering elation erupted into masses of ecstasy,
Did I smile -
Widely, filled with confidence, heartfelt
You would realise in an instant,
My enduring gaze reflected intense devotion
And lest you did not feel it,
This is dedicated to you
May It Be
All fair and august
All he shines for eternity
All the glory a king himself gives
All the respect he does not relish
It may be a broken sword
One stained of the blood a ranger deserves
It may be a mortal kiss
From one fair could not describe
May it be him
O hail the heir of Arathorn
The World Within My Sight
Much of a soothing breeze; cold as the winter freezes
I reach out; the wind catches my hand
I cry out; the air fetches an echo
The sky falls; it falls, and falls.
The weak crumble, the rest hurry on
The rain cries a little pity;
for the forgotten heroes and the sickly;
and a world that doesn't care.
Our hearts falter; they pause, and they stop.
The Mask
I've found the second Phantom
The bearer of the mask
Far more intricate than that of Zorro
Far more caustic, it overrides sorrow
She, merely a dozen months less aged
It may be a she, but nothing left standing,
Not even dirt.
Her radiating adrenaline rushes
Her childlike feminineness
Her sugar stained teeth of pink and green
She was a phoney
Gleams and silent sniggers
Cold and hard, they sent the shivers
Witches and demons could compare
Homo sapiens alike, they rip and tear
A smile forms on the mask
The Invisible Pole
I've been keeping the quiet air;
Yet somewhere hidden is despair
You've never noticed.
A pretentiousness held you high
A supercilious notion as you walked by
I've never noticed,
That's what you thought.
But I see the Earth, the Sun and galaxies beyond;
Disrate the emperors you adorn
You never knew, oh did you?
You used to be my morning call,
All your messages I can recall.
I'd been your reticent cornerstone;
I left my inklings unspoken.
I thought you would understand
But you never knew, no you never knew
The Commencement
Who shall tread these paths untrod?
It shall be me
Who will count these stale crumbs backwards?
It will be you, my acquaintance
We will read the lexicon, of the English language divine
So come, all ye wisemen
Our journey begins