The scent of the morning mist lingering in the air,
An aura filled with sweet dreams of a jasmine's breathtaking tide,
As it gently sways from you to me in perfect harmony.
I hear the wind as it brushes past the green of leaves,
The rustle of nature dallying like ourselves under the sycamore tree,
Whispering sweet nothing, and caressing me in its *****,
Softly sending me on a walk, chasing dreams and catching stars in my sleep.
Under the shadow of the former we stand as I pull you closer and within reach,
Usher in a new beginning of our love to last and our dreams to lead.
Knowing that your gaze dances slowly on my skin,
Under the sun, a hint of brown tan.
Watch you place your hand on my chest
And listen to the rhythm of a heart gone wild.
Wishes awaken, passion on fire,
As you kiss me softly, yet steal my breath,
As you sweep me off in urgent desire.
I can no longer hear, all noises subdued by the beating of my heart.
Under the shade of a sycamore tree,
You first showed me what it feels to be in love
And forget all the pain and misery.

Let the stars tell you my story,
Of how I fell and rose, but crawled back inside.
Of how with I wind I conquered the skies,
But with the rain I fell to the ground.
Let the stars tell you my story,
Of how I let my heart have its way.
Of how I sat alone by the river
And felt the wall around me grow taller.
Of how I loved but never felt loved,
Broke my self and never stood up again.
Let the stars tell you my story
How I'd look to them every night.
Sit there by the window,
And sing the saddest song of plight.
Watching them shine with brilliance,
Wishing for it to shine through my mind.
Let the stars tell you my story,
Let them sing to you the song I taught them each starry night.
Someday when I leave through the back door,
Maybe then you'll get to know why I cried,
Maybe then you'll know the pain
I hid from you all this while.

Under rolling clouds
of purest white
stretching over bright
blue skies,
my feet carry me
as if winged
through the lush
green hills of this world
you've shown me.

Your cries carry me
through the deepest
chasms,
and though
I grow weary,
I must carry on.

Time grows short,
fortunes pass unseen.
I yearn only
to gaze upon
your face
once more.

And yet I dread
the words
I know must come.
Past these demons
of darkest nightmares
and through this
dungeon of the
blackest heart.

Through all this hell,
I come to
my hollow reward.
An empty room,
bearing only an echo.
Your princess
is in another castle.

She saw herself in the mirror,
Took one glance and felt her world cave in.
Let her fingers glide on the smooth shine of the surface,
Feel the pain as she looks at what she has become.
Turn around and maybe never look back.
Take herself apart and start right from the start.
Fix all the broken pieces and put back the puzzle again
Lies and pretence, her soul can't bear the urge within.
In the dark she lies, holding herself together
And outside a storm rages thru the night.
Bit by bit, putting together herself
From what little she knew of the woman she was.
Maybe if she closed her eyes,
The light wouldn't burn right thru her soul.
Maybe if she imagined the most wonderful things.
Then maybe she won't feel the pain
As she burns down in flames tonight.

I am dying
The thought occurs to me every now and then
Jolting my psyche like a bucket of cold water on a sleeping drunk

I just turned 32 this year
I can already feel the cold tendrils of deaths advance
Some days I can even smell its putrid breath on the back of my neck

I’m not dying of anything immediate
No nothing as glamorous as a drug overdose or a gunshot wound
My death more than likely won’t make national news

I am dying
It is a slow and pitiful death
Caused by a lethal mix of age, apathy and neglect

Every day I poison myself a little more
Complex carbohydrates and processed sugars in every meal
Caffeine carcinogens and aspartame to wash the poison down

I can feel my muscle waste away
As I sit 10 hours a day answering the same inane questions
Over and over again to earn the right to what’s left of my meager existence

I am dying
This must be the case because I am certainly not living
At best I am merely surviving, simply continuing to exist

Maybe tomorrow or maybe in 20 years
Even if I quit my job and start an organic vegan diet
Even if I exercise, meditate and confess my sins

I am dying

Whispers in the night,
*Silent but beckoning.
Shadows fall,
Breathing out smoke,
As a calling.
See the winds rise,
Ever so subtle,
Even death can ****** a man.
By the riverside I stand
My eyes fall upon
This god forsaken land.
The beast in its slumber,
But in its wake, comes death,
A tyrant breathing out fire.
As the river flows
A deluge into the dragon's lair,
Buried within the mountain.
The weary and trodden,
Their cries echo thru the night.
The shadows sing a serenade,
To the silence that reigns the dark.
The beast lies within.
Fire and hell
*Darkness and fallen men.