Age

Sandy grain of slipping time,
Blows through the ether breeze,
It fades away into the past,
Or what's now "make-believe."

The checkers fall in pacely place,
The road untwists - unwinds.
The feet, once frail, now strong,
Lead 'the you' in kind.

The path they take is unfamiliar,
As is what's around,
You trust them as you'd trust your own,
Not knowing where they're bound.

"Life is 'Journey" often said,
By those who some see wise.
But only you can separate,
The secrets from the lies.

Sweet "Elle"

There's shards of ire in your eyes,
That seep beneath their gaze,
Your venom takes and pulls me in,
Like slaughter to a blaze,
Your dagger pierces through my heart,
Iris of diamond blue,
I'm lost within your violent stare,
The labyrinth that is you.

'Light' Fire

Time's arrest,
Sweet sensation,
Gift of love,
Intimidation,

Of all my soul,
Belongs to you,
Condemn my heart,
To be untrue,

We give,
Then rest,
Unite,
And lest,

Our souls,
They be divided...

Our hearts,
Are reunited...

Then love itself,
Is made to come to peace...

Non-Discovery

We take a seat, prepared to dine,
I'll eat my bread and drink my wine,
But when I'm done I'll leave my place,
Assorted not without distaste,
And take myself unto the skies,

Down the steps and into town,
Away from stars still shining down,
And free into the wind,

Airy breeze to wash me out,
Calming peace to still my doubts,
And thus it all begins,

I think, remember, gaze around,
I daze, fall over, meet the ground,
And look into the sky,
At stars, oh do they fly,
And wonder what I've found.

Irish Spring

"Arr," says the leprechaun,
"Doof!" says the twit,
"Urgh!" says the drunken man,
Whose pillow smells like shit,

Listless is the butterfly,
That lives its life in bliss,
Haggard is the homeless man,
Who's whiskey tastes like piss,

"Tasteless," tells the holy one,
"Faithful," Jests the crude,
"Justice!" cries the businessman,
Who's children beg for food,

Harbored are the hated,
Sheltered are the cared,
Hellish is the mighty force,
Of men who have run scared,

Tell of all the tragedies,
Tell of every proof,
Tell of all the secret songs,
That told of only truth.

For Tears of Sapphire Glaze (What am I?)

These doors are now open,
The truth lies within,
The emerald haze lifting,
...Again and again,

A monster inside,
That thou shalt not see...
A terrible lie...
And a bargaining plea...

These tears fall unsoundly,
Bursting from seams...
But now they call softly,
Goodnight and sweet dreams...

Death of a Sad Man

"Let me bleed!" said the man to the goat.
Cutting his voice from a single sad note.
There he sat on his small wood float,
Singing a tune that his father once wrote.

"Lift your fears from off your frame,
Burn your worries and your pain,
Leave your sorrow same and same,
And let the wholesome play their game..."

The goat just stared in the little mans eyes.
Possibly Death with another design,
The goat just stared with a grip so fine,
Possibly God with some more of his signs.

"Now you go away I say leave me be!
Is it too much just to let me bleed?"
Yet the goat just stared as it seemed he could see,
That the sad little man had longed to be free.

The man closed his eyes and began to regret,
All the little things that he could merely fret.
Little did he notion or try to clear his debt,
cause all he did was notion, and say his mind was set.

The goat lied down and began to close his eyes,
It too was time for this little one to die,
For the man and the goat neither had a lot of time,
And in death like the other, each had to say goodbye.

"Goodbye little goat," said the sad little man.
"I'll save my final breath 'till i no longer can."
"I'll see you in the end when the noble take their stand."
"I'll take you to the gate and I'll take you by the hand."