Tarnished silver,
Under the bed you hide
Worthless now, its value
Judged 'neath a golden pride.
Twisted hands, your bones may break
Seal off your lungs as they waste away.
The poison attacks, cripples your very breath
But slow to the chase.
As the air evades every inch of you,
Find yourself give in to your darkest days.
And from the dungeons of your soul,
Come the cries of pure fear.
Stretch out your arms, let the light heal.
Plunder yourself,
See what the devil deals.
Lash out your anger that holds you in chains
Tear off the disguise and reveal who you are within.
Tarnished silver,
Your heart beats like a wild drum, whole,
Echoing sound, reverberating through your redundant soul.
Deranged natives take a stance to shield,
Isn't that yourself, this war you rage inside your head?
In your mind these words form, subtle shapes adorned
But a vicious motive lies underneath them, pretence and lies
Tarnished silver you are
Never worth the gold nor a price.
Always fighting the world
And never being who you are.
One day you'll look back,
And see nothing but misguided pride.

As I wake up to the voices that haunt me
I put on my armor and walk barefoot through fire
Throw myself at the enemy, see it weaken at my gaze
And let hell break loose within, as it paints chaos
With the bold shades of my blood.
I wake up to the sounds of cries strangling my throat,
Crimson hued nightmares rooting itself in my sleep.
Death adorns the form of a savage hunter
Weakened by its strength, I fall under its tide.
But, I stand up again and I walk into fire.
How else can I understand death if I cannot fight myself
And know what is deemed worthy of my every breath.
How else can I understand myself,
If I do not know why I truly am worth all this fight.

An afternoon, under the sun, with you.
The blue skies foretold of a love we thought was true.
What is it that you see, as you let your eyes take in, but that single moment?
A recollection of a forgotten time with joy and laughter,
Weaved into your labouring mind, harrowed by conflicts, tortured by love.
As you gaze at that instant frozen in time,
Do you not feel the growing urge to hitch a ride,
Back to all that was, but could never be?

Your white gown, his daring smile, your flushed skin
As he lifted you up and placed you in the car.
Riding off into the sunset, tainted perception
Of what life could give you as it promised you nothing,
Only tears and lies.
This story painted for a lifetime spend to regret.
Do you wish to blur out these pictures
And burn them in the fire?
These tears, would you forget them for anything but that?

Christmas, new born, a beautiful girl born anew.
In your arms she slept, in her mind she dreamed
Maybe in them she saw a universe, stars, life
And the purpose to all that there is.
And yet, as she lay there, with her eyes clenched shut,
All you could do was smile and feel the happiness of it all.
Can you capture that moment, feel it as it were to be right now?
Does it hurt to know that, one day she would wake up and move on,
Leaving behind your broken heart
To wonder if she’ll ever find her way back.

These pictures on the wall, moments frozen in time,
Pictures on the wall, an instant of countless memories
Spend counting, constantly traversing a mind frame of time and doubt.
Will you sit by the window, old woman,
And watch as the time rolls by?
Wondering, crying, yet never complaining
About the time he swept you
In an undercurrent of blinded infatuation,
Rewarded you and left you with a child,
And that child who never found her way back home.

The rise of a new day set in the midst of  dark times,
As the sun shines only to reveal the deceitful lies.
And in it we have been purged and ruined right,
In toiling we have learned that the river runs dry.
Walking on fire with our hands tied and tongues cut.
From the depths of fury, no voice can cry,
Smoke rises, unearthly quietness as a single wisp makes it way up.
Around, the night creeps in, only to darken the darkest of times.

Pick me up and set me on the clouds.
Let me look down, see how the earth turns to this plight.
Loosen my bonds and let me sing to the sky,
**Unchain me and let me find my way out.

In her name, runs a river,
The silent bliss of a downhill venture.

In her name flows a river of gold,
One for which even the pharaohs would lay down their lives, bewitched.

The dance in her eyes, calling out to a frail man like you,
The song in her name, the breath of life itself, given to few.

As the day turns to night and the world turns to another side,
This timeless wonder of her, keeps you awake through the night.

In her name, you felt joy that couldn't surpass any other form,
Im her name, you found life you never knew.

I believe in ghosts.
I want to.
I believe in all gods; therefore

None.
I believe in both the survival and
Demise of Mankind.

I believe in the perfection within
Every shard and smithereen.  
Existence is

Excellence.
Stop. Stop correcting yourself
To pieces.

You don't need to drop those sizes.
You don't need those wrinkles
Gone.

You don't need that stanza to
Rhyme; to reverberate; to shine
Standing out like

Embraces on a battlefield.
Everything created is an
Infant. Approve of it.

Adore it. Admire it.
Love your child, and
Forgive it. For

All it
Refuses
To be.