Insignia

Tunnel of Stars

2009-07-25T13:23:00.000-07:00

In the frozen air,
my shadow in another world.

Am I still beautiful, still strong, still wrong ?

Are you the dust on the roads,
in the sky,
in my eyes ?

Are you the blood in the sun,
the tears of the night, cold night ?

Are you free,
can you free me ?

Break in the flow,
anchor,
beautiful dream,
forlorn ember,
binding heart,
blinding light,
broken fight,
river,

will you sing me to sleep ?

For one day, they shall see me again.

2009-06-01T10:01:00.000-07:00

I am everything.
Sullen and damp beneath an endless light.
I am drifting,
and a cold song cleanses the air,
carresses the violet sky.

I am everywhere,
and the empty night is alive,
a shadow of my endless journey,
a beacon on my endless path.
I am gone,
but the gutting, jabbing, stabbing, piercing, prodding, boundless pain remains,
a silhouette behind the light of my many undreamt dreams.

I am a tourniquet,
a pain to kill the pain,
a bitter to sweeten the bitterness,
a failure to justify the failure,
a force to move the force,
a light to darken the light,
a dream to wake the dreamer,
a song to sing the silence.

I am here,
and the darkness of the night in your hair is the song I sing.

I am the seed unsown,
the plant ungrown.
The sleeper who hears the wind in the wind.

2009-03-13T14:56:00.000-07:00

Drapery sinks and
moonlight flows.
The silence thinks,
The silence knows.

Splinters

2009-01-23T04:26:00.000-08:00

Bleak, bleak, wasteland,
you sorely miss the gardeners of your past.
Bleak, desolate island,
Spring shalt not come, spring shalt not come.

Scorch the plains, brothers.
And let us march though our feet are broken.
We always trudge on, don't we ?
With or without words

Take your toll and leave,
Thunderstorms pass.

We are the wind in the fractures.

Obscurity

2009-01-20T09:44:00.000-08:00

Oh, watch these arrows fly
Through the unlit sky.
Questions you can't see,
The spearheads t'ward me.
Like when the thunder begs the rain,
And the happiness, the pain.
When sunsets fade illuminated paths,
And disguise your silent art.

Then I hear,
Oh ! Am I wrong ?

And I beg approval.
I am a beggar in plain clothes.
And a pauper of the shadows.
A citizen of trepidation,
A valorous fool.

Where the loss wins the blackest bitterness
And craves company,
In the crevisces of what I thought was mine.

Oh ! But in the night, we are all blind.
Without our arrows on fire.

Belief

2008-12-04T11:38:00.000-08:00

Reason is a failure this time.
And this is but a smeared fingerprint
Upon the elucidated glass.
I am but a frosted breath
On the windowpane.

Just another dawn
In the myriad.

It's not like this hasn't been done before.
Proclaim such greatness.

How great is this dawn.
Just one in the myriad.

Just one in the myriad of mirages.

Graviora Manent

2008-12-01T09:18:00.000-08:00

If you could see where I am,
the burgeoning of your inquisition would fall.

Fade to an intrinsic shade of failure
so familiar to this loss of words.

Or maybe mirrors don't really match moves.

Rising ignorance.
I can't hear what you're saying anymore.

If only you could see where I am.
The burgeoning of my justification would fall.

Irrelevance at its crest.
I'm glad my gradient is gradual.

After all,
heavier things remain.

What It Is

2008-11-22T09:57:00.000-08:00

This is a broken day,
With no space for words.
Candles, they dance and
Candles, they laugh in the gloom.

Alone in this room of glass.
Where the chime of the distant bells sing,
they sing,
they sing of the woe in me.
And the subtle melody floats
While I dance with the prance of the flames.

The whistling of the wind I once embraced,
On the way, I sang for you.
The riven paths I've walked,
they strengthened me,
and then they felled me.

And I fell.

But here in this chamber,
With the chandelier of the moon,
I dance with none but my reflection.
When I don't know who I am,
I dance with none but my shadow.

But when I am nothing,
I dance alone.
For you left me here,
cold beside the fire.

And all I remember lies
Frayed, fractured.
But with broken knees,
I run.

Away.

Winter's Dirge

2008-11-12T08:47:00.000-08:00

The thrush sings its tale of sorrow,
leafless branch,
lifeless tree.
A shadow upon the snow,
shivers, quivers, withers,
as we.
As we do.

The faint sunlight screams,
Wake ! you slumbering eyes.
Heavy the sword,
heavier the cross.

The burden falls !
Unveil the curtain.
Fall upon these cold instruments,
fall, this melody.

Drift into a different sea,
And the sunlight gleams at me.
And oh ! I flow, watch ! I flow.
As the sun softly melts the snow.

2008-11-09T09:27:00.001-08:00

In a long time,
it's the first time.

Selfspun Ropes

2008-10-31T11:09:00.000-07:00

I promise I'm not lying.

Proclaim yourself free
But your freedom binds you.
The truth will end your garnished reason.
Reeking lies, falling further.

Like the beat of a clock.

And you wouldn't even know.

What do you feel tonight ?

Crimson and Amber

2008-10-26T12:29:00.001-07:00

Imagine a swelling night
A night swelling into
Crimson and amber
The beaming rays of the eversmiling.

Dancing with the dust
On the golden pathway
From me unto you
Is the unchanging
Unlike the crimson and the amber leaves.

And howling beneath the moon
Is a longing to be there
Shining and shining upon

With You, Almighty Source of Love,
And with you, love.

Upon this amber shore
While crimson tinges our skin
And our hearts,
Our heart.

We are dancing with the golden dust.

This is what happens after goodnight.

2008-10-26T12:28:00.000-07:00

Fresh stains before midnight.
A silence that I can see.
There is no door.
Or maybe no light.

Waves

2008-10-26T12:24:00.000-07:00

I cannot see the sound
But I can hear you
This is it.

Black tar to black sky
The rain
Rain upon me.

Can you see the sound ?
I am finally sinking
And I will not drown again.

Oh, Portia, you were not blind.

2008-10-26T12:22:00.000-07:00

Flowing in my mind
Your words are anchors
And I am the sail.
Not the wind.

Vast are you
Horizon in your voice
Sinking
Sinking before the beyond.

I'll begin
For tomorrow I will journey
An entire scene
Beneath the radiance
Unto yours.

For you will hold all I could not have
But had
Through the sighs
You whispered before you shut your eyes
And cradled the arcane within me
Without the knowledge

Of anything except this.

Yestertime

2008-10-26T12:20:00.000-07:00

Today I seek,
And find naught but gaps bridged with hay.
Broken vibes with empty treasures.

Walking back
On no path at all,
Swimming on land,
Just to grow up with you.

Imay but once.
For I fear tomorrow
I will walk with the shadows once beautiful.

If you have gone,
I will go.
But if you remember,

We were once an army and a soldier.
Once a war and often a battle.

This is not what I thought it would be.

2008-10-26T11:46:00.000-07:00

Damp floors upon which my footsteps fall.
Will I crawl into the light ?
Those fleeting moments of comfort,
I call a call to be heard.

Tho you are gone I still walk with you.

2008-10-18T11:05:00.000-07:00

Though you are not here,
I still look for you.
In the embers of the blaze that shook me
And took me to your voice.

And your voice that held me so close to the silence between your words,
It was in the nothingness I'd hope to hear you say what you could not.

Now it is time for you to hear me
In the entirety of the flaws
Inscribed
In my silence.

Where I hear your voice and long for the silence
That could tell me what I wanted to hear.

Picture We Leave

2008-09-25T10:17:00.000-07:00

Dreams like
chalk to citadels,
light to beauty.
These orange skies above me
and your hand in mine.
The castles of our youth
we sit in their meadows.
Glimmer in the seas,
I see in your eyes.
Shadow of the stars,
I see in your hair.
Beauty of beauties,
I see in you.

There's no-one here now.
And I can only smell your fragrance,
it brings me to the fields you stand in.
And I can only feel your charm,
it takes me to the realm of your love.

Our paths intertwined
like the storm and the rain.
But we are the calm and the drops
of water,
upon your crimson lips,
I stand a chance.

For now we return,
though I wished we could stay.
To the embers and to the
burning scars of loss.

Look ! There's an empty house but the lights are on.

2008-08-23T08:34:00.000-07:00

Lay lines crossing this clock,
and intense colours upon this wall.
Wings here, and we'll fly.
A chair in the corner,
and a light.
To shine through the darkest nights
before your words soar like daggers
hunting my song.

And still I remain sitting by the fire,
care to join me ?

And there's more

2008-08-23T06:22:00.000-07:00

The explosion,
The burst,
The shift,
I shift into instability.
Balance.
And there's crashing,
and chaos
and upheaval
and still an infinite serenity.
I've waited,
through the melody that
grasped me and sang,
"Don't you know what you're doing ?"

Overtime

2008-08-22T17:18:00.000-07:00

Counted the days I forgot to feel,
and learnt of the nights I struggled to remember
how you look when you're not even near me.

Counted the days I forgot to listen,
and learnt of the nights I heard you whisper a stray line.

Counted, I counted, and I learnt that
from where you are,
I am a petal in the field,
I am a pearl in the trees.
And yet when the morning comes,
I have not changed.
I am still the grain in the desert,
and I am not the song in the wind,
but I am still the bud that may become your flower.

Nine Minutes

2008-08-22T17:03:00.000-07:00

Could I bring you what you want ?
Could I change your mind ?
Or could I just let you be,
and maybe one day you'll wake up
and realise that I've been waiting here for so long,
waiting for you to wake up and hear me.
Maybe I could just let you be,
and just wait here beside you, waiting for nothing.
Waiting to remind myself of everything I couldn't give you,
a hope for.
Or maybe in these nine minutes I've realised that I need to wait for the sun to rise, before you really wake.

Note to Self

2008-08-22T16:00:00.000-07:00

You're far from here,
could never really see through you
this clearly.

Closed windows
to the bluest seas I hope there are.
But I don't love you because,
I just do.

Unclasp your hands from my eyes,
and let me see, let me see who you really are.
Could you sing to me ?

Maybe one night, you'll fill it with your voice.
Maybe one night, I'll sing to you
and you'll have my heart in your hand
and you'll never let it go.

Unblinded

2008-08-07T14:57:00.000-07:00

I lay here,
and you so far.
Will you take me there ?
To where the frost will thaw,
and to the beckoning water.
Clear this dry throat.

Rip this mask from the skin.
And reveal the light that's been waiting to shine.
Shine inside your eyes and,
please show me the light and,
this beside you and,
shine through the storm.

I still stand tall amidst the gloom.
And if I fall, I will hold on to this frayed rope.
And drown in light.

Disarray

2008-08-04T17:02:00.000-07:00

Like blind arms in the darkest disarray,
And lost shadows, cold like the floor,
One solitary hope tries to slither away,
Oh, but vain ! there's no door.
No door, and no final surrender here.
The morning steals a broken glance,
Hidden in the sudden mask,
Appear, oh sudden mask,
will you chance your sudden exit too ?
My only hope, don't leave,
I need you, please, I need you.

In the face of solemn defeat,
And the soft sounds of loss,
There is an aching beat,
Aching for the smallest possibility.

Will you ever see beyond what I show you ?
Will you ever ?

Where ?

2008-07-30T17:06:00.001-07:00

I write to you tonight,
but you will not know.
This is for you, I mean it.
But you will not know.
From the yesterday that fell
and rebuilt today,
to the hope you cannot see,
I will write these words,
and mean so much,
that you will never know.

I hope you will.
Find and search again.
And maybe one day, you will.
I hope you will know.

And I hope you will realise.

What ?

2008-07-30T17:01:00.000-07:00

I poured the ocean into a papercup.
And as I walked the road,
there grew a hole in the bottom.
I walked the road,
I walked home,
and I did not notice the ocean I created along the way.

Long

2008-07-29T14:08:00.000-07:00

I haven't seen you beneath the midnight sky,
but I'm sure the the light will never go out.
I don't know if you can hear what I'm saying
through the songs you listen to.
You really did fray my hands.
Sing.
And for now, I just want to listen.
Perhaps I will sing with you another time.
When I understand the song.

Remember

2008-07-28T13:37:00.000-07:00

Always leaving, never staying.
You frayed my hands the moment yours left them.
Tonight, are you going somewhere ?
Leave me the photographs,
silhouettes of memories.
And the music is my friend, not a song.
I don't think you ever knew.
My words are jumbled too,
but they never re-arrange themselves.
They wait for you.

Five Decades

2008-07-27T15:39:00.000-07:00

Milestone.
But this is not the prize, no.
The prize comes after the race.
The victory after the blood.
And I will keep marching,
though the swamp may try to swallow me,
I will emerge the winner,
for I have You.

Puddles

2008-07-27T15:37:00.000-07:00

Why can't I speak ?
I can't even stay awake.
The music soothes me,
and puts me to sleep,
and awakens me.
Your music.

Wax, This Unbreakable.

2008-07-27T12:34:00.000-07:00

I feel lonely without the background music tonight.
But that melody will wrench my heart and write my words.
Oh, please, I want to create it.
Where must I go ?
I have seen the light through the crack in the wall,
and now I must break it down.
I know that there is hope.
I will fly on these wings of wax, this time, unbreakable.

Colourless

2008-07-27T07:09:00.000-07:00

As dew and my thoughts drift aimlessly,
I am left dreaming.
I have the bushes and trees,
I have the plants and I have the water.
But the butterflies fly past me,
and the deer gallop behind me.
And as I stretch out an offering hand,
I only grasp the fading beam of sunlight.

A glance at the beauty of the azure sky,
reveals a greyness around me.
Now I must find a way to let colour seep in,
while letting the deepest out.
Maybe then the birds will hear,
their song is just like mine.

I can and I know it.

2008-07-25T15:47:00.000-07:00

I am with you,
take me where no-one goes these days.
I'll be your acoustic heart.
A blend back into the melody.
You go so high, and fall so quick.
Fall on me, let us soar and not look down.
Lead me, follow me,
please run in the circles we had so many years ago.
Hear me.
Hear, please.
There's a close I want you to be.
And then, speak your harmony.
And then, free me.
Stretch your beauty upon me but wait.

Build

2008-07-25T14:52:00.000-07:00

I can see where this is going.
I can see.
And there's the lonely note which I will find,
and the word that has not been used.
And the words that have been used that I will give new meaning to.
And I can weave the threads that will bring an unseen magic.
And maybe it will drift to you,
and maybe you will tie a letter and send it back.
And at the end of it all,
I am stronger.

And I will reach the only eye,
and through to the only heart,
I will sing your song.

Inevitable

2008-07-24T14:56:00.000-07:00

It feels like winter,
even when the sun's tears are on my face.
I want to hold a breath,
but I'm afraid it will get trapped.
Notice I'm drowning ?
Rescue me ?
Please.

Am I the Distance ?

2008-07-01T14:48:00.000-07:00

Seas await the turning of tides.
And tantalizing fragrances pave their path
to capture stains from fresh goodbyes.
Oh, then leave me a trail to come back to you.

Airbourne, my dreams. Open your heart.
Hear me when I whisper my secrets to you.
I don't know how to put this in words,
But underneath it all, I mean much more than just words.

Hear me now.

Take Me Nowhere

2008-07-01T14:45:00.000-07:00

Nobody knows now,
what clocks will turn us into.
What wishes will come true, what wishes are made.
Where wishes that are lost have gone.

Go.

Maybe dreams will make it seem alright.

There's a space for our world.
Build Hope and watch it grow into everything.
And the other will be forgotten,
as dust in my memory.
Where a part of it will blossom into what could never be.

Where will I be ?
And who will be what I wanted to be ?
And who will say waht I need to say ?

Take me nowhere, but bring me home tonight.

Untold

2008-07-01T14:43:00.000-07:00

Far away, we're folding into something that cannot be unfolded.
Far away, I'm painting the picture you want to see.
Far away, I'm surrendering.

Here, we're enduring the stones thrown at our walls.
Here, I can see the picture.
Here, I'm surrendering.

Sounds

2008-05-17T08:32:00.000-07:00

Solemn solace.
I seek you.
I seek your melody.
And the grace,
like the melting of snow.
The blossom of Amaranta.
I want to sing you.
Let me create you.
Be my creation.
I believe.
O' God, teach me passion.
Grant me love.
O' God, I, Your servant,
teach me how.

Full

2008-05-10T13:23:00.001-07:00

Cleaning up debris.
In melody, in harmony.
Why is there no symphony ?

Maybe.
Rhythm, pulse.
Flow, high.

Maybe one day I'll grow them wings.
Maybe one day I won't fall so hard.

Bruises.

Help me fly.
Blinking.
Sunlight.
Moonlight.
No, starlight.
No.

Light.

Inside.

Outside.

I am fine.

Bruises.

I am fine.

I am fine.

Light.

I am fine.

Inside.

Outside.

Midnight

2008-05-10T13:05:00.000-07:00

Suffer a desire.
The empty train,
The empty train station,
The empty man.

Did we build collapsing walls ?
Will the walls collapse ?
May I sit and watch the cracks that widen ?

Folding, unfolding.
Immersed.
Sounding bells, words.

Folding, unfolding.
Skies unblue.

Hope.
Elusive destinations.
Unfathomable destinations.
Invisible destinations.

Too fast.
Time after time.
Seconds.
Too fast.

Mixed up.
Let down and hanging around.
Some ropes never get frayed.

Powerful, them words.
Be my power.
Be my strength.
Be my help.

Seasons of love.
Compiling. Glances ?
Breathtaking.
Unbelievable.

Did you see it ?

Refined in Embrace

2008-05-10T03:05:00.001-07:00

Through every elusive breath,
Untold - the unfathomable distance.
Refined, the pulsing silence holds
another riddle in captivity.

Light, the darkness as it unfolds,
unmasked, expanding, absorbing, lifting ..

Carry me.
Be my wind as I sail.
Pull me through everything.

With every arduous fight alone,
Tighten my hold, sharpen it.
Whisper the words I need to hear.
Wait. I'm not alone at all.

See. I see a glare in the shadow.
Light, the darkness as it unfolds.
Embracing, the silence screams an answer to the riddle.

I breathe the wind as I sail.
The fight is over.
Wait.
Thank You.
Tighten my hold.
Sharpen it.
The distance has been bridged.

Return

2008-05-10T02:56:00.000-07:00

Time has slowly unraveled these memories.
Like speeding cars, they faded into new horizons.
From sky to sky, above the gleaming rocks,
The higher things I seek.

For this has mesmerised me,
My eyes see the pebbles and not the path.
It is time I walked on seas.
For I know I can, and that is how I will.

In cruel snares I was trapped. I am trapped.
The abode. Wings without chains.
I will reach again.

I was told I could perform miracles.
I was told I could speak to angels.
I will hark, heed, hear.
For maybe then my light will shine.

And then, another : I am sorry.
I do not know. Do I know ?
I know, but I have not understood yet.
It will come. For I will listen,
And through listening will I speak.

It is upside down, I do not know.
Do I know ?

Angels sing.
And their song is beautiful.

Feathers

2008-02-16T06:05:00.000-08:00

To recall, remember. I remember those days.
Imbibed, engraved. How could I forget ?
Of catching floating leaves. Of floating with falling leaves.
Of falling and getting up again.
Of flying.

To recall, remember. I remember I used to fly.
Embedded. Those suns I held in my palm.
Before they exploded into the glistening black of night.
Of befriending birds. Of the wind on my back.
Of soaring through mists and clouds.
Of flying.

Unchained.
Sifting and gliding through the melodies I could never create.
And hearing the songs I could never sing.
And holding the air I could never grasp.
Of letting it go to where it belonged.

To recall, remember. I remember those wings.
I desire. To be one with the air again.
To be free.
Where everything is perfect.
Where I befriended the rain.
Where I befriended the flame.
Of searching.
Of unfolding those wings.
Of flying again.

And again.

To Rinse

2008-02-15T11:09:00.000-08:00

Well, let's look on the bright side of things.
Blinding bright, everything's burning.
Sever these ropes, so restricting.
When we're the only ones who can save this now.

We really always were.
This town is ours, and it's burning.
Burning.
Burning.

Spewing embers of distance.
A blaze meant to be washed away.
And struggle we will, if we must.
I know you will.
Trust.

I trust you.
I'll fight this arduous fight.
Fight with me.

We'll rebuild this city.
Make it a country.

And then live in our own little world.

Faith

2008-02-15T11:01:00.000-08:00

Cobblestones and pavements.
Breezes insecure.
Open doors and glowing stones.
Differences.

I searched for help.
You answered me.
I follow You.
And forever will.
You alone know my soul.

When I know not the path to choose.
I look.
I look to You.
And while I search and question,
The answer is standing too.

I know I shall forever more be servant unto You.
You died to forgive me of my sins.
I stand and salute You.

The Invisible People

2008-02-15T10:54:00.000-08:00

We are the Backbones of your existence.
Yet you fail to notice Us.
We hide behind your curtains
Hoping one day you'll let Us through.
We are the Backbones of your existence.
The Invisible People.
We are the Backbones of your existence.
Yet you fail.
You fail to notice Us.

All the flowers are dying.
The flowers We planted for you.

Now my own gun is used against me.

2008-02-15T10:51:00.000-08:00

Should I have spoken those words ?
They're laughing at me.
Talking about me.
High up in the trees.
The world is on fire, and I'm the hero to blame.
The paint is turning to water.
The nails have become so weak.
Low down in the bushes,
They're pointing their fingers at me.
Pointing their fingers at me.
What have I done ?

A Dissonnant Similarity

2008-02-15T10:47:00.001-08:00

Unstable serenity.
The spark that leads to a fire.
Amend your errors while the clock still ticks.
Malice just does not deserve so much respect.
What's your real name ?
Prevarication is on the wane.
Dusk is drawing nearer.
This war is rallentando.
The sun shall cease to glow.
This war will rage no more.
Discard your guns !
They are of no use.
There is but one war to fight.

Loneliness.

2007-10-25T14:52:00.001-07:00

O Loneliness !
O Foe !
O insufferable disease !
Thou hides't thy face
so effortlessly.

Thy masquerade mask,
Thy pupil-less eyes
stare so blankly
behind thy disguise.

O Loneliness !
O Foe !
How does't thou remain unhaunted
by tempests and storms
that unravels fear in
mortal minds
that parts the inseparable ?

How does't thou keep thy mind free
from images of death and plague ?
From images of murder and disease ?

O Loneliness !
O Insufferable disease !
As the clocks striketh a dozen,
thy masquerade shall come to cease
and your mask shalt be ripped from your face,
and all misery you've caused shalt freeze.

O Loneliness !
Thou shalt be discovered,
thy disguise shall fall free !
Thou shalt be embarassed by your nakedness.

Loneliness !
Thou shalt be lonely !
And all the pride you have in that,

Shalt Vanish.

Their Bodies are like Needlecords.

2007-10-25T14:46:00.001-07:00

Poor them.
Unnecessarily belittling their senses.
Show them some mercy.
For them, their peace comes
through disjunction,
just like a loss of life,
to part a body from soul.
Their fate is more eventful than their lives.
Give them a break,
Their bodies are like needlecords,
Just don't disregard them.

Praise

2007-10-25T14:43:00.000-07:00

It is You I love dear'st
amongst mortals and men.
It is You for whom the
frost-laden trees
take a mighty bow
and leap into Faith,
in loving sight,
to be Seen in Thine Eyes Clear'st.

Reality?

2007-09-04T11:07:00.001-07:00

The trees, they whistle quietly,
The grass just sways to their song.
The rosebush has grown cherries,
But nothing is as sweet without you.

A million words couldn't say a thing,
There's nothing left to say.
The moonlight dances on the lake,
The starry sky, reflected every day.

The words don't rhyme anymore,
They lost their willingness to listen to my mind.
My heart is in charge now,
But the pain just won't stop soaring.

But the dreaded sun,
That rises out of the dark night,
Just burns the wound that will not heal,
By draining all the light.

Will the dancing love
Ever stop, and settle in my heart?
Wait, it already has.
Wait, what's missing?

What must I do, what must I say?
That there's nothing left to love for?
Is everything just empty?
Nothing behind the open doors anymore?

Was it something I did or said
Is there something wrong with me?
Then why did the trees kill their song?
Why is the grass so still?

Where's the moon that lights my night
Why has the lake turned black?
The blue sky has no tinge of yellow
My golden bird pulled back.

Will the dancing love
Ever stop, and settle in my heart?
Wait, it already has.
Wait, what's missing?

I know why,
It's coming back.

You don't love me... and never will...

The Princess and the Pauper

2007-09-04T10:57:00.000-07:00

Dim the light, close the curtains,
There's nothing left to hope for.
Anymore.

I tried so hard, I loved you,
But you could never feel this way.
You're the princess, I'm the pauper,
What was there to love in me?

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

Will I ever see you look at me
The way I look at you,
Ever?

If you didn't have wings, I'd give you mine.
But yours are way more pretty.
You're the princess, I'm the pauper.
I don't deserve your time.

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

Where will you go? Just let me know,
I'd follow you.
But you'd never know
That I did it because I loved you so.
Just one more chance, another wish,
I'd walk across the seas...

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

You're the princess, I'm the pauper.
What is there to love in me?

Departed?

2007-09-04T10:52:00.001-07:00

Today was the day
I heard the news about tomorrow.
A long, sounding bell was struck.

The messenger climbed to the tallest tower,
An shouted for the town to hear.
He said,

"Wake up. Hope is dead.
Your love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
Go back to your bed."

A thousand days have passed,
But the shadow of denial
Still lingers in the air.

The tantalizing scent of dear hopes,
That never would come true.
They said,

"Wake up. Tomorrow has come.
We are closer to the realization.
Of the dreams that will come true.
Go back to your bed."

The illuminated grey
The shrouded difficulties
Where has all we wished for gone?
It was never ours to begin with.

"Wake up. Hope is dead.
Your love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
Go back to your bed."

Little did anyone know
The townsmen were my heart.
The messenger was my mind.

I hoped you would love me.
But my love could never be returned.
I know,

"No more. Hope is dead.
My love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
I go back to my bed."

Defeated?

2007-09-04T10:47:00.000-07:00

The echoes have stopped sounding
The music has lost its melody.
The rain flows down the eyes of those who cannot see.

The epitome of denial
Has stepped out from the gloom.
The sifting, tuneless song flows,
down the stream of reality.

Has no-one seen?
No ray of hope
To beckon us away
From the drifting river of sadness?

The man with all the woes
Has crumbled under the weight.
There's nothing left to carry him
The beam of love is dead.

Will no-one see the conditions
Of unrequited love?
The barrel with all the answers has sunk deep, I dread.

Has no-one heard?
No guiding tune
To engulf our ears
In the sweet escape of dreams?

Then, I fear, all has been lost.
There is no-one to save us
Unless the Faith returns.
Unless we call it back.

Has no-one seen?
No ray of hope
To beckon us away
From the drifting river of sadness?

No Hope

2007-08-26T15:12:00.000-07:00

If I could hold you forever.
If I could be there forever.
If you could be here forever.

I etch words onto a scarlet slab.
I etch your name onto my heart.

On an endless journey on a driverless train,
The windows are stuck.

The bridges are burning.
There's a dead end.

And I see your face.

I'm sorry I love you.

But you're gold.

And the wind blows through the lonely roads.
And it speaks your name.

I wish I could fly.

I wish I could say what my heart was telling me to.

If I could hold you forever.
If I could be there forever.
If you could be here forever.

If you could love me.

But that's a world away.
And my spaceship's broken down.

Maybe

2007-08-26T14:28:00.000-07:00

Charcoal and black hearts.

I left my love,
Wandering in the moonlight.
The beams illuminating the fragments of disaster.

A new prisoner,
I'm put behind the bars
Of love because I couldn't find a place to be.

Maybe the hole will seal.
Maybe hope will carry me through.
Maybe there are new words.
Maybe one day.

Slowly the heart pumps,
Slowly the soul cries,
Maybe one day you'll heal me.

The symphony
Beckons me, calling me
To find a new arrangement.

The tranquility,
The darkness in nothingness
Says there's a light.

But it's never near.

Maybe the hole will seal.
Maybe hope will carry me through.
Maybe there are new words.
Maybe one day.

Slowly the heart pumps,
Slowly the soul cries,
Maybe one day you'll heal me.

Maybe one day you'll carry me through.

There's madness. And there's sadness.

But can we heal the heart that's broken?

Mystic?

2007-06-07T07:27:00.000-07:00

A new sun trod on the sky blue canopy,
A heart in the shape of a world.
And like a dawn of new found hope,
A boy in his little bed turned.

A fairy took flight from her nightly home,
And danced her joy in the sky.
Another day had come from the Unseen Land,
Though no-one truly knew why.

She smiled and laughed,
And danced and pranced,
But was invisible to you and me.
But then she ceased,
The dancing stopped,
For a mishap had happened to chance.

The clouds spoke in hurried whispers,
The seas were rushing to grey.
The winds were blowing their whistles,
The trees they began to sway.

And the music of sadness, it drifted,
And settled in the fairy's ears.
She wept and wept, she cried and cried,
But nothing would stop the tears.

The sun looked down, and gave way,
To the moon who patiently waited.
The beams from her smile dried her tears,
Of the fairy in the fluorescent light.

Sleepiness drew her blanket,
The fairy tucked herself in.
And the blades of grass, they swayed in the night,
Dancing to the tune of the wind.

A sun new trod on the sky blue canopy,
A heart in the shape of the world.
And like the dawn of new found hope,
A boy in his little bed turned.

He awoke and rubbed his eyes once shut,
Oblivious to human fears.
He got off his bed, and on he tread,
On the path of his home so dear.

He looked out the window, called upon his mother,
And asked, straining his ears.
"How come the mist?", the mother replied,
"From a fairy who shed her tears."

Rhys and I wrote this poem in grade 8.

2007-06-01T10:38:00.000-07:00

Seconds away from my blind existence,
I have a Faith that keeps my alive.
This power is mine for the taking,
Yet I must continue to strive.

My short-circuited nerves have left me on my own,
But I'm balancing well on the edge for now.
Forsaken, my soul is slipping away,
I know I must get it back, but how?

My soul is my whole,
My soul is my role,
And letting it go is sad.
Yet immortality does beckon,
And bravely I reckon,
That this isn't half so bad.

Stuck between Nadir and Zenith,
Stuck between love and hate.
My mind is fraught with earthly demons,
To live forever is my only fate.

Detiny controls us, but why?
Why are we slaves to our hate?
Don't we control our own actions?
We live or die is decided by Fate.

Forgive me if I die on my own,
I would like to take you with me.
You know I will get you after all,
There is naught you can do to flee.

External dismission and internal conviction,
Has left me all by my own.
The world has destroyed me, I've lost my integrity.
And must venture into the unknown.

Corrupted and twisted,
Surrounded and misted,
These bonds I cannot break.
Alone I must stand,
In this forbidden land,
There's not much more I can take.

The noise of the crackling, smouldering amber,
Does nothing to calm my soul.
Havoc building inside me, from Grace I did fall,
Never again will I be whole.

Washed?

2007-05-10T06:57:00.000-07:00

The fire burned in the foyer,
Beside the trembling soul.
The char sifted through the ocean,
And lighted the room, but not her heart.
The dinner grew cold,
Like cheeks once rosy, now pale.
The wind blew through the window.

A chill was sent down the flame,
And let loose the fire tame.
And all was burnt except the soul,
Beside the cooling mound of coal.
So she walks beside the dust,
Like all her shattered, misled trust.
Afar from pain, she lies to rest.
Somewhere in the seared, singed mess.

One wall stood among the ruins.
The wind still blowing through the open window.

Nothing else remained.

For nothing else mattered.

Panic?

2007-05-10T06:54:00.000-07:00

There's a maniac in the box,
Creeping out in the silent dusk.
Slithering, withering, near a trunk.
Underneath the silent crockery of celestial dinners.

Oh and all you see is not the same.

Upon your podium, you are blind.
Under the carpet on your floor.
There are things, there are things you don't like.
Harp all you like, your ideas are vague.

Oh and all you see is not the same.

You're welcome here.
Thank you.
Goodnight.

Hope?

2007-04-20T07:48:00.000-07:00

He runs across the battlefield,
Fresh soot in his eyes.
As he goes, he will not falter,
At war since morn's sunrise.

Deafening sounds get caught by his ears,
A saddened expression washed his face.
As the images of friends no more,
Lie scattered across the floor.

She sat by her fire,

Brooding of the moor.

Where they used to speak their hearts,

Hoped they'd be together sooner.

A love untold,

Yet always attested.

Ambition's drive pulled more than needed,

Rejuvenation had no hope.

Upon his arms, upon the weight,

Of arms to protect him;

Lies the weight of the arduous struggle,

The futile fight to stay alive.

She holds her gun against her head,

And hopes she isn't.

For certainly, he'd be dead by now,

So they'd be together again before long.

A gunshot rings across the field,

Louder than the others.

And though apart the peaceful faces,

On the corpses of the lovers.

Peace?

2007-04-12T12:55:00.000-07:00

Atop the ledge of confusion,
I sit strong to brood.
Falters and errors do contort
As so does this deviating mood.

Until the unachievable,
Most talked about impossibility.
We shall bleed.
And we shall die.
Before we know the world.

The monuments of glory,
The monuments of the sacrifice.

I engage myself in turbulence.

Confined?

2007-04-12T08:54:00.000-07:00

You weave your ensemble in the grandeur of your intangibility,
Engrossed in infinite ideal shooting stars.
In the night sky, over the bazaar.
Bizarre.

Munificent outlines,
But that does not suffice.
Your pardon will be granted,
Teeth and eyes and nails, your hammer over an outstretched blanket of ice.

That was just an illusion,
You dress up to digress.
And as you go on your way,
to disappoint.

You left your crest in the mess, I confess.

You were wrong all along.

Well?

2007-04-10T09:58:00.000-07:00

Importunation, now evaluation.
For the better.
In the midst of day's musk,
We muse; judge our character.
And right wrongs.

We ascend our self-grafted destruction;
To place our heads in their arms.
So they may bestow upon us their ingratitude,
And shield us from fleeting charms.

But still I breathe no air,
Because I have breathed too much.
And I march onwards.
I march onwards to such.

Will I die?

I Don't Remember The Name Of This 2 Year Old Poem.

2007-03-17T09:59:00.000-07:00

Walk down the lane of emotion,
The dust covers footprints of old.
Surrounded by gardens of souls,
Growing, in fields of gold.

Flowers speak words everywhere,
Spilling out secrets of men.
Lies to make up for theft,
Traps set in treason's den.

Red is the waistcoat of love,
Black is the shell covered hate.
Grey are the clouds of misfortune,
Shadowed, the will to create.
White are the seas of forgiveness,
Blue are the tears wept with sorrow.
Silver, the outcome of riches,
Gold, the true colour of the poor.

Dreams are the windows of hope.
Words, the foundation of truth.
Faith is the base built for wisdom,
Belief in the eyes of the youth.

War, the enemy of humanity,
Peace, the friend of mankind.
Lies, the base built for hate,
Lost, the true states of mind.

Sprout, you flowers of emotion,
Walk, you ageless trees.
Wait for them lies to decay,
And pray.

Fall down on your knees.

The Train

2007-02-24T08:15:00.000-08:00

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?

2007-02-22T11:39:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-02-22T11:30:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-02-22T11:27:00.000-08:00

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

2007-02-22T11:23:00.000-08:00

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?

2007-02-22T11:17:00.000-08:00

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?

2007-02-22T11:15:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-02-22T11:11:00.000-08:00

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?

2007-02-22T11:05:00.000-08:00

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?

2007-02-22T11:02:00.000-08:00

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?

2007-02-22T11:00:00.000-08:00

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.