Fall in Love with someone.
Fall in love, tomorrow if not today.
Fall in love, for the dark;
Or for the light of day.
  
Fall in love for restful sleep,
Fall in love to lie awake.
Fall in love to learn to give;
Or maybe just to take.
  
Fall in love, so you can feel,
Fall in love to numb the pain.
Fall in love to be better;
Or just to be vain.
  
Fall in love, to make mistakes,
Fall in love to right your wrong.
Fall in love in defiance;
Or maybe just to belong.
  
Fall in love, for the body,
Fall in love for the heart.
Fall in love to stay forever;
Or even just to part.
  
Fall in love with beauty,
Fall in love with flaws.
Fall in love for a reason;
Or even just because.
  
Fall in love for real,
Fall in love to fake.
Fall in love with the lies
Of a ruthless, heartless rake.
  
Fall in love for the fear,
Fall in love for the joy.
Fall in love for liberation;
Or even as a ploy.
  
Fall in love, just one time,
Or two, or six, or eight.
Fall in love at first sight;
Or maybe after a long wait.
  
But fall in love, you must,
For there is nothing quite the same.
If only to write about it;
For your five minutes of fame.

I'm not who I am,
I'm not who I wanna be,
I hate where I'm at
I'm not what I say.
I'm not who I claim to be
nothing to set me free
Trapped inside a shell
is this me?
I can't tell.
Perfect,
It's not mine to claim
I deserve no such fame
I used to treat life as a game,
but that's what brought me to this world of pain.
Oh Vanity, sweet insanity
teach me what I don't,
it's a fear of what I won't.
Do nothing but speak
I am one of the weak,
Vanity comes with such calamity,
make me feel okay,
from now until the end of days.

I left the house of the tempest brewing,
Spinning like a rod, spun into flame
And came upon the redwood forest,
Eternal, shouting out heavens name.

The sun was indifferent, the creek shuffled
Its lament, the birds fluted their dirge—
I was so small, in the red giants grove,
Yet, felt so beloved, my pain was purged.

And I warmly came to see again—
My eyes, through the needles drove,
What a trifling is ones fleeting mood,
How true, heroic, immortal is my love.

Let me say, Oh I am witty!
You doubted me, what a pity!
Making me feel ******, now
I walk alone in this big city.

My handsome man, Oh I was smitten!
My feelings so alive,
smitten like a kitten, now
I hide. Its my confidence nose dive!!

I have a bleeding heart.
I wish it would restart.
So sad, you want to sleep apart.
I don't think that is smart!!

I've never felt the comfort of your manly grip.
Like an external emotional port;
That's where I took my bleeding heart trip.

P.S....Don't ever give up on the one you love =)

The shepherd boy sits in his home,
his little sister by his side.
Forbidden to play and roam,
A battle is brewing outside.

The city is quiet and still
holding it's breath.
Afraid,yet with a will
prepared to face the coming death.

On the battlements stands the King
armoured in gold.
His kingdom covered in Spring,
His soldiers singing bold:

"We go to war!we go to war!
On fields near and shores far.
For home and honour
Our love our armour.

We fight through fire and snow.
Our fates we do not know.
To return to wife and child
Or on to the stars mild."

The enemy blows the horn
and marches forward.
The King's trumpets reply in scorn
and his army moves onward.

Amidst them rides a knight,
the bravest of them all.
Honoured for unsurpassing might,
inspires them with his call.

Hearing the clamour and the cries,
the little girl trembles with fear.
Her brother with tears in his eyes,
plays on his flute a tune so dear.

The song rises clear and beautiful
speaking of fields green.
It soothes the weak and the sorrowful,
reminding the happy times they have seen.

Despite their might and will,
the enemy proved stronger.
On white flowers does their blood spill.
The foe can wait no longer.

The setting sun finds the King
sprawled on the ground,
His crown now just a golden thing
stained by the blood all around.

The knight lies on the red grass
looking up at the darkening skies.
His eyes glazed like glass,
he leaves his honour and dies.

The enemy sets the city on fire,
the flames feeding on the gore.
The silence rises higher,
for the flute sings no more.

It was a long time coming

And in the joining,

the consummation

Even then, in such sweet union

A sense

Of endings

And,  of course,

Of course

Beginnings.

The seeds of one born in the other



The paradox of this great truth embraced

I come to know that thus it is

And always was

For humankind

And we,

You and I

Are truly one in this.

There's a certain beauty in self destruction

The discord of fall apart

The melody of sobs

The discord of self hatred

There is no melody in insanity