Remedy of Fault

Failure and judgment is a burden

Reserved for me to bear alone

I cast no blame to share

My acceptance severs tarnished bonds

An epiphany waiting to be plucked

Autumn’s Morn

Dawn fades on the newborn day

Tears of night cling glimmering to emerald tufts of bladed grass

Morning’s breath caresses naïve skins like a forgotten kiss

Life coalesces in this moment, for all is possible

Genesis

Here I sit alone again pondering,
Listening to heart felt harmonies,
Waiting for answers I already know,
Pity upon yourself is suicide without and before death

Author’s Conviction

Pen be my guide to a new world

Paper be the portal to an ebullient oblivion

Exertions of thought and emotion are linked in memory

Twisted by perceptions of this self-inflicted isolation

 Yield sentimental expressions of time in broken cadence

Joyous agony and blissful pain are my faithful muses

Words bring me closer to the pith of my existence

Bearing this exposes all of my heart to you.

Bethink

A night made for friends from great places,
Time dedicated to ones with a prior commitment,
Lost feelings clinging to the nearest willing victim,
Gathering in awe, friendship spurring from whim.

Reflection on a past filled with ignorant choices,
Bears a face forgotten, a heart as mine a soul with needs,
Strings of the heart that forced there way upon me, now cut.
One glance and I knew that there was something to go see.

Boyish games played for the meddlesome, not to convincing new likeness,
A new happiness to pursue but not seek, to wait and taste the touch.
Dwelling on a time when the chance was to be taken,
Focused on not being made out but determined to find out.

I looked into the eyes of a new found angel,
Pain of a past and the hurt to come, glistened.
Helplessness position, he arose again wielding light and dark.
Words are his only bethought, which holds the name.

Untitled and Insignificant

The journey began in a hallway lit by love,
A light far off and never truly present in the flesh,
From the darkness of the doorway opened
The time of life, for a purpose of others intent.

As the decision was presented to go back into the abyss,
The love burned to ash and arose a new energy
Animated by the neglect of a populace to serve for
A creed from the days of yore and the lineage of gallant.

Dawn approaches on a new day with hopeless aspirations
For perpetual mirth through daily routines of altruism,
The fulfillment of the soul can only do so much for a defiled heart,
A hope of some day gaining the fortitude to venture out for the beloved.

Time is the element in which conflict presents the only outcome of surety,
That which can set us free can take away the essence of what we are,
To wait for the new chance is maybe to kill oneself in by knowing the fate,
To know an end but not whose or for certain when will damn he who is foreseeing.

Torrent Experience

I stand in crowded streets among many souls,
Motionless is my heart as my life passes me by,
Rain hitting my face, cool is the breeze, taste my pain,
They hurry to leave, seeking shelter from it.

Sitting at my window watching children play
Through distorted glass as the rain raps way
I see free spirits careless of all my pain,
The agony of how the world goes on as my life stops.

The sudden realization of how the rain comes with never ending bounty,
No where I go, can I run away from it,
God gave us rain not for floods but as essential to life
Life being love, in love comes tears of pain and most of all happiness.

Timeless

We have come to a place in which we never thought we could arrive. We now live in fear of what it is we always wanted. We are now more aware of the things in my life, which we ignored. We have chosen our fate but to chance it would mean to lose what is set. The time has come for us to make the final stand in the presence Choices intertwine and weave to link together the path of life Nothing mattered and nothing to come matters more than this moment. Still memories lost in the vast emptiness of our souls rip at my intentions Looking back upon the regrets in our lives we look upon many people The pain we deliver returns itself in time in emptiness and loneliness We thought we could never lose but now we are lost and with out one another Stuck in the ripples of choices and bad experiences, we still live but with more pain. The past presents itself in terms of good and bad neither which can change The now is in terms of relative awareness of the exact presence of one’s self The future is only made of nervousness and hopes which allows us to dream The only thing that matters in the whole scheme is existence of the being.

Thur Troem Ansnas

Mirrored meaning reflecting truth,
To not have something,
Being without a word,
So much deceit in our labels.

Emit Dnae Volsnas

You say you love me,
I respond in the exact,
Truth is the reality of fear,
I say aloud, fearless of reality.

Time does not run out,
Your love never grows old,
Keeping my heart ever young,
Never growing, never aging, never living.

Love and time you have,
Your gift to me you share,
I accept your homage with humble knees,
Deny the right of the moon and to have significance.