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DREAMING
When I dream of myself in the Past, I see a Forest. Bright and full of Life. When I dream of myself Now, I see a Lone Tree in Everlasting Darkness. When I dream of myself in the Future, I see a Quiet, Open Field where trees once stood.
THE BALANCE Evil and dangerous beyond belief, Bringing forth demons, we suffer with Grief. Caring for nothing but wanting it all, Waiting to pounce the minute we fall. Not killing thier own? Honour among thieves? Will stab you in the back, With the knife up thier sleaves. Good and bright for all to See, Wanting to share all with you and Me. Happy and content with the life that they Lead, Raining down justice from a brilliant white Stead. Aiming for the best of what there is, Giving us all a chance of Bliss. But for what they dont understand? Will start a Crusade and turn it to Sand. Good and Evil, both with hard Times, Facing the future, each with thier crimes. Nothing is perfect, nothing is Pure, We need a Balance, the only Cure.
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HURT
Born to be myself, Dying to be someone else. Strange how the world has a way of giving you something you don’t need nor want, Strange how the world has a way of taking what you have without offering an exchange. Dare I want anything? Dare I need anything? If I open my Heart and learn to trust, My Mind may hurt my heart well before any human can. |
PAST LIVES Do I miss Everyone from my Past? Do I miss Anyone from my past? Sometimes I miss the fun we had. Sometimes I miss the Talks we had. If I could turn back Time, I would change so many things. Have a brace on my teeth at 17 instead of 33. Tell my dad I loved him before he died. Spread the ashes of my last dog on my dad’s grave. Choose my friends more careful…maybe. Some things I could change so easy, Some things maybe not. My Past made Me who I am now. Some say they like me, Some say they love me, But how I see myself is not as good.
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SCARED
I am Scared. Scared of Friends Leaving. Scared of Family Drifting. Scared of Pets Dying. Scared of Being Alone in this world I am Scared. Scared of Living. Scared of Loving. Scared of Hoping Scared of Losing what I need and want. I am Scared Scared of Trusting Friends Scared of Finding Love Scared of Meeting Strangers Scared of Having anything I could lose. If I could change all this, I would in an Instant. If I could change all this, I would be a Happy Man. |
Slave My Soul is a Slave. A Slave to my Hopes, A Slave to my Dreams. I close my eyes and I see Me, Me, in the Darkness, Me, in the gaze of something…unknown. Who am I? The biggest question to which I have no answer. My heart pounds at the thought. My mind tries to find distraction…but fails. I have Dreams…and Nightmares. I have Hopes…and Concerns. I have Certainty…and Doubts. One does not come without the other it seems. My Soul is a Slave. A Slave to my Nightmares, A Slave to my Fears.
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Do You? Do you Love me? Really? Or is it just a word now? A word you have come accustom to saying? If I knew for Certain, For good or for Bad. I could be Happier, Or maybe even Sad. It drains my Heart, Weakens my Soul. Makes me Scared, I Doubt my Role. That little Voice, The one that gives Doubt. Could be my End, Your way Out. Do you Love me? I Pray that you do. Because in all Honesty I Love You. |
Trust Trust is a war between your heart and your mind. Winner Takes All My Heart My heart may not sing with an entire symphony, but a single verse can have more meaning than the whole song.
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