The Train

And I see sand.
Barren ground like,
Hearts grown blind to evidence.
Now, open up your eyes.

And the end does draw nearer,
But I am just beginning.

Unfold your mind.
The brushed metal from this rail.
Home to your oil.
Stain and stain and stain and stain.

Where have you gone?

There's no set destination.
Except an answer.

Look around you.
There's simply no-one at all.

Evidence staring at you.
And you staring at green lands.

Courage?

A footstop falls.
Breaking the silence.
Shattering the signature of secrets.

And ever-dwindling is the present,
Ever-remembered the past.
The future, ever-uncertain,
But the arduous struggle onwards rages on.

Sound. A belonging. A longing.
Sight. A longing. A need.
Hurt. A pain. A must.
Growth. A must. A need.

We're all afraid of what we don't understand.
Yet there's always an explanation.
And to conquer,
On we ride.

And to achieve,
On we ride.

A Two-way Ticket Over Life.

And to soar.
O'er the heads of the unweary.
Shut eyes, oblivious yet sore.
A nod after dawn,
Asleep to escape the unacceptable.

O'er the heads of mischief,
Minions to accomplish nothing.
Yet they bring grief and heavy hearts,
Waking unto the new morrow.

O'er the heads of the wise.
Dwelling in residences of moral.
Bringing the light upon minds,
To guide, and ward away errs.

O'er the heads of lovers,
Locked in promise and faith.
Silhouettes under the moonlight,
Beside some star-glazed lake.

O'er the mountains giants,
O'er the seas.
O'er the trees of beauty,
O'er the trees of shade.

O'er to the border of life.
O'er to the yet unexplored.
O'er to the non-stirring graves,
But a leaf rustles over agin.

O'er the non-stirring graves,
O'er the dust of men.
Yet all remember the names,
Of the blanketed.

To soar o'er fields of sorrow,
To soar o'er plains of pain.
To walk unfound o'er giants,
To sail across beauty and shade.

And to soar.
Soar o'er meadows of silence.

The Last Three Letters of Friend.

A conceded reality,
We live in.
Conceded in spontaneous talk and the likes.

All innovations fail,
To illuminate hidden beauty.
The skin remains to be judged.

Be it that retaliation were longer,
And reflex a little more,
Then all of us be in harm's way,
Yet all in alert friendship.

Be it so that failures are few,
Failures in realizing companions,
And all shall know friends.

Goodbye? PT II

Embedded in history,
Plated in memory,
Lies your lives and those you've changed.
The lives and attitudes you've changed,
Without saying a word.
The names you bear,
Made home in our minds.
Our leaders, our angels, our heroes.
Your courage that influences our walks.
Your footprints,
Invisible yet inspiring,
Your words made a difference.
Friends.

Reality?

Did the flowers really fade?
Is the meadow really livid?
Is there shadow on the glade?
Has the hoary pain gone vivid?
Are there no more tides to wade?

Has all the hope gone sour?
Has all the love gone waste?
Is all the trust now marred?
Do the sweet words have no taste?
Have all the kings no power?

Who'd have thought
The words were false,
But you who deemed them be?

Who'd have thought
That love secured,
Was love to be set free?

Goodbye?

Goodbye?

Sorrow and a barrowful of regret.
Your words beat down on me.
Guiding me.
From the ashes of your empire.
A kingdom.
Not all that remains is your name.
But when words are forced to mean,
Then I am afraid I must mean them.

The castle stands strong.
Yet the remedy is decision,
And I am making mine now.

Before the drawbridge closes.

Sorrow and a barrowful of regret.

Pardon Moi.

Attrapé par mes pensées.
Je ne suis pas Le Seul qui fait des choix.
Mais je dois decider.
Avant la pendule s'arrête.
Je cherche pour des reponses.
Mais je trouve seulement Foi.
Ainsi, je crie au Seigneur,

"Pardon Moi!"

Et je nage,
À la rivage.

Unforgotten?

Caressing the warmth of the candlelight.
Your voice soars through the wind.
Like doves set free in a breeze.
An insight to the world's disasters,
The outcome of unrequited love
And the tale of sorries and purposes.

How I wish I knew what you want me to say.
For now I just listen.
To the silent song of your hearbeat.
So distant but it echoes in the clocks.
Reminders of fading minutes.
The world waits, or is it just me?
I know what I'm doing, I hope,
And so do you.
So do you.

I meant every word I said.
But maybe you just don't know it.
Maybe I don't either.
Or so it seems,
That I have not forgotten everything.

I just didn't take the time to look back.
To when I made dangerous commitments.
It looks like I have stuck to them.
Unmeant, perhaps?
I don't think so.
I don't think so.

How the times have changed.
How our lives have changed.
All it seems to be is lost.
But all it is hasn't.

Just know this:

You look mighty fine tonight,
Your voice echoing through the wind.

The distance is geting to me.

Forever?

Hope.
Hope for a promise in one word,
And denial rears its ugly head.
One word.
And all the oceans will rise.
And all the suns shall shine.
And the fragrance of beauty,
Drifting swiftly under the scent of apple trees,
Through the meadows.

And my heart will leap in boundless joy.
For the promise in one word.
Forever.

Welcome?

It occured.
And when the insignia of time ravels away,
Like footfall dwindling unhurriedly,
We'll look back and remember.

That this is how it all began.