A single soul lays on the corner
Abandoned, lonely for the time.
Its vessel has left it there to cry in silence
For that soul has no medium, no outlet to use

These words are before perfection
A monotone within soulless mind
The toil of the environment would be enough
For if the soul were present to weep the tears

No joy or pleasure, desire lacking
A constant dredge through swamp
Eyelids flutter unsynchronous to the sun
Behold life of instincts and irrelevant singals

Written: March 28, 2006 @ 9:33 AM CST

Day upon day I stroll through my garden
And always do I halt to gaze upon one flower.
To dwell, absorb, adore.
Much of the day's sun spent in focus upon it.
Leaving a watermark upon my mind for the night.

Day upon day I stroll through my garden
And pause to admire my dearest flower
****** expression inverts.
I depart, to continue on without dwelling
To dodge mourning upon the first winter frost.

The wildlife of the forests
Galloping, crawling, scattering,
The harmony of the ecosystem
The essence of beauty upon Earth

The sea and all that inhabit it
From the irredescant coral reef
To the abyss of the ocean floor
All life enveloped in a circle

The human race and their cities
Eracting to the skies, higher, higher,
To build and reflect this world.
And acquire dominance and understanding.

A man working for tomorrow's promotion
Companies building onto the future
An expecant mother planning for her newborn
A single tree beginning to grow...

The signs of tomorrow beget themselves
Alas, they are the subjects of fate
For a single blue jay hears...
A thundering whistle.

Silence.

Oh! The destruction that ensues!
The earth trembles and lava scorches
Every organism falls to the ground
For here lies the next part of the cycle.

Armageddon.

Alas, there he stands
Far above ocean sands,
The eyes close and ears have opened
To the world of sound around him.

Far could the eye strech out
Across the ocean in the sun's route,
No land can be found upon the horizon
Except the rock below his bare feet.

Each and every cresant wave,
Break above what he sets to brave
And covers its depths in uncertainty
To force the truth to be unknown.

And high above these waves below
Off an end of the ocean plateau
He leans and lisens with eyes closed
To the crashing of the waves underneath.

The birds echo through the sky
And do echo the waves' war cry
For he stands unclothed and silent
Preparing for a dive of faith.

The springs of his ankles unload,
And in hair and ears the winds blowed
His linked hands and fingers led the way,
And his closed eyes trusted the future.

Faster, more does his speed quicken
The mist of the waves does thicken
And louder the wind whistles, the waves crash
Although no drops of fear pour from his soul.

Plumitting to the depths at last,
Into the waves comes a decisive crash,
And now the test has arrived at his hands,
To dive deep for devils and their secrets.

Written: July 3, 2006 @ 11:35 PM CDT

I had offered my heart to you one day,
But by then you had given it away.
The pains of time realize with dismay,
Again it was cast out to be a stray.

The wells of my eyes and soul are finally dry
So nature cries for me as rain falls from the sky
I find devotion and loyalty falling in supply
And there lies no shelter to run to nearby.

The magic of emotion dwindling in disbelief
As I step down these final stages of grief.
Ten moons I have been blind victim to a thief
And I find myself leaving your coral reef.

Now I lack an essential essence to my soul.
No one to drive for or to share a goal
I become more pathetic sinking into this hole
And experiencing a lack of self control.

The harmony of my heart is again off key
And unless I am called upon I shall idle at sea
For six moons more as mind and heart agree.
Tis for safety at heart by the mind's decree.

Written: July 19, 2006 @ 10:27 AM CDT

Is the mirror lying
Or do my eyes deceive me?
How I thought I knew a shining star
The image broadcast through others
Just as every dark cloud has a silver lining
Every treasure trove hides a danger

When did that star ever shine,
Instead of gleaming from the polish of others
Mayahp in truth this shining star
Is easily drown out by the lights around
So now does it shine from polish,
Or do does it shine in truth and glory?

I remember the scene, although I've never seen it.
It was the night and quiet. Sobbing surrounds.
For the weight was too much.
The setting, not right.

I want to pour out this pain,
The many droplets that remind me
The thorn in my side
A constant heartache
To remind myself.

Let my tears be acid, falling from the wells of my eyes
Burning through the floor of the bathtub.
The water on my back will never wash the stains away.
Yet only follow the holes through which I cried.

I remember my denial. I remember what I knew, but didn't.
How all along, your tears, ones to quench a dove's thirst
Were falling from your heart. Onto a shoulder, not mine.
And then your hearts met and embraced, for the first time.