Hold on my Dearest

Fragrance no more,
Yet scents they do last.

Petals peeled gentley,
From ataxic gardens,
Of dying roses.

Take no love from my wishes,
Darling.

However missed you are,
I shall see you again.

When these petals will shower us,
I'll gratify their intent.

Leaving my past,
To carry on,
With you...

Thine Enemy -- Inspired by Robert Harrick

Come readied, armed, and meant for death,
Tomorrow we'll be dyin'.

Come raise the sword which lent you breath,
Spin and set it flyin',

Come fierce and fast, mind set to kill,
Indictive of their lyin',

Come silent, red, and eyes shut still,
Tomorrow we'll be dyin',

Still Life

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Keybox -- Inspired by William Blake

In what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the lockbox, chained, disguised?

Is where it wanders missed by eyes?
Or rather does it simply hide?

I greatly wonder -- greatly try,
To picture what might lie inside,

I ponder, ponder, and confide,
That truly, I am mesmerized,

Oh in what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the lockbox, chained, disguised?

In what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the answer to our lives?

Heartfelt Comparisons

In all my life I've held no flower,
To compare it to thine lips.
Nor would I climb the highest tower,
To seek a gentle kiss.

Amongst the hills and rolling plains,
Of mice and deer to race.
Or holy falls of peaceful rain,
Your beauty they outgrace.

Yet may your eyes still shine like stars,
On all my weakest days.
Lifting up my drowned scars,
And light my heart ablaze.

Although you gleam like heaven not,
Your beauty true lies not forgot.

Sift Through the Sands

It flows,
Breathing harshly,
Forcing this cold despair,
Upon those who do not revolt,
Fight this,

Sleep,
Foggy, endless,
Dreaming, seeing, yet disbelieving,
Holding no candle to sorrow,
Forever.

Reap

Fear me not my precious child,
All will be well in the mist and the wild,
It's not your life I've come to take.

I stand before you tall and vile,
But no harm do I pose,
So fear me not my precious child.

I see you tremble, cry, and shake,
But I will be gone before long,
It's not your life I've come to take.

You writhe and squirm beneath my smile,
With tears bearing innocence - please,
Fear me not my precious child.

You, still pure, may make mistakes,
But you still have long to go,
It's not your life I've come to take,

Bells will toll and hills will rise,
Speechless you are, distraught your soul cries,
Fear me not my precious child,
It's not your life I've come to take.

Thoughts and Revelations

Left to wander,
Sit and ponder,
Sift through thoughts,
Grow weak and somber,

Walk the road,
That all men plunder,
Tell the tale,
That shakes with thunder,

A mind at ease,
Is a mind at rest,
And a mind who pleas,
Is a mind I detest,

For all of the world,
Is not all of its glory,
It's simply the start,
Of the age old story,

Men live and laugh,
And lay to die,
They love, they learn,
They say goodbye.

Clockwork

We run on gears that click and turn,

The inner mechanisms of the soul.

The tick tick tick of our brains,

That makes you sit and wonder... like a reed whistling in the wind.

Unintentional prophecies that we are destined to break,

As all clocks do.

They run for a simple purpose and can always be repaired.

Contradictory in statement and example.

For humans are only born in clockwork to then grow,

Into ripe organic creatures,

A new purpose in their minds.

A new example for society to gaze upon.

See how when wound up they walk?

See how when need be, they talk?

See them fall apart...

The tick tick whir of our brains.

The ice cold touch of our clicking hearts.

The rusted silence of death.

All in due time.

We, alone in atmosphere, so suddenly deepened by the chill of death,

So, as if we were truly singular in melody, we open our inner mechanisms,

And to the click click click of our hearts,

We rearrange.

I remember the day I died

I remember the day I died,
The day god looked into my eyes,

He took my hand and said goodbye,
He knew that moment was not my time,

I woke and stared up into a light,
Shining down from a mystical night,

"Go back to sleep," I heard him say,
I had feared I lost my way,

And I my mind I thought I had died,
But in reality I was well alive,

I did not know and did not care,
Because for me I was already there,

In a place I hoped I could be free,
In a place I knew that I could be me,

But soon I woke a second time,
My mind had told me a blatant lie,

Months had passed and I could tell,
Life for me was not a hell,

The world is a place for me to be free,
A happier place, where I can be me,

My life is complete and no longer holds strife,
I love this green planet and this thing we call life.

The Choosing

Left or right?
Who to fight?
Was I wrong
To take up flight?

I guess it's wrong,
To think your right,
When you yourself,
Can't see the light,

The winding path,
Of which we choose,
Will you win?
Or will you lose?

Can you pick,
The perfect close,
When the fork you cross,
Has a million roads?

So take your time,
And just be free,
Just look around,
And soon you'll see,

It will be clear,
And the right time will come,
But right now my friend,
Just soak up the sun,

We get just one choice
For each opportunity,
Give it some thought,
And give ingenuity.

Before you decide,
There's a look in your eyes,
A wish of great hope,
To take home your prize,

But whatever it is,
Be it life, luck or love,
Be thankful for it,
Your gift from above.