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The vision in my head. It sees you fall It sees you fail It sees you die! I will wish upon a star to see to your return But where will wishing get us? As the darkness rains down my eyes I hear your voice reaching out through the shadows… The thoughts and dreams of you return to me have brought the reality to me. The pain falls The clouds reach to the sky The rain stops and I see your face now calling my name. The vision shows you falling The vision shows death! Is it real The vision in my head shows you fall Shows you fail Shows you die! I reach out Feel your hand Feel you spirit I reach for it The spirit that kee

WE sit, as one Breathless but breathing Our minds not an inch away, but right where we sit In each others arms Safer than a cage, But freer than an open sky The wordless conversation we engage As we whisk each other away Breathless but breathing Harmony, without sound Life, in all of its grace And all for us With no fear, but of passing time With no thoughts of the tears yet wiped away Breathless but breathing Together we are Seated as one Our minds bound to the others To never part Breathless but breathing In perfect harmony.

Who are you to speak of peace Who are you to speak of trust Who are you To speak of faith To pray to a god To reach for mercy To hope for forgiveness Who are you to judge me Who are you to lay down your hand Who are you to want closure Who are you To touch what you have not earned To speak of what you have not done To listen to what is not addressed to you To breath air you do not deserve Do not hope for forgiveness For you have not deserved it Do not pray to a god For its words are not addressed to you Do not reach for mercy For mercy is only for the true and just Do not speak of faith For it is we who have none Who ar

A man sits with legs crossed Eyes glazed over He remembers the days long gone The cheering The hoopla The Hero The he who once was He remembers a time when his face made young girls scream in delight When his voice brought a smile to the old and weary When his actions could bring tears to even the strongest of men But now he sits leg crossed Body shriveled Mind turned to rot Remembering A time A place A hero His mind still back in those times His fans long gone And he is alone His mind drift away Back Once upon a hero

A dead tree Alone In a deserted field Innocent of all crime The tree sits To wait for a day When wind can wipe it away Worthless and useless For beauty has long gone Its leaves have since scattered Its branches dropped and bowing to truth Its time is over No creature to nurture even after death They have gone The dead tree Alone

(To the One Who) With Time May Be Forgotten To the one who with time may be forgotten I sing this piece to you It may not rhyme It may not flow But may it bring peace where no peace is due For the one I once loved And to look to not love again I watch for but a sign I watch for but a sign to your true misery Remorse for a Love lost Regret of a decision Not a glimmer of hope comes to my eyes Not a ringing of a call for the one left in sorrow The air is still Peace may come again But not till a lost Love be forgotten Search high and low for a glimmer of hope While still searching for a new light to shine And brighten my day

The garden is hanging Like a rope around a neck They sway to and fro Dead and hanging The plants have long since died The sun gone dark The garden is hanging Like a hand upon a basket No sounds fill the air Silence is all that survived Not a footstep to be heard Even though the ground is dry The garden is hanging Like a pendulum on a string They sway with the ghosts of the winds long past And flow with the sand now turned to dust To the rhythm of a drum that is not there Played by the hands long decayed The garden is hanging Like a spider in her web Graceful and needless Alone and forgotten The world has gone dark And

On a page For all is said For what is written They are but words On a page Letters strung together Jumbled emotions portrayed Love Lust Loss Misery In words On a page The pencil moves Gracefully gliding Fingers press keys Fluid and unstoppable They form the letters That create the words That are but words on a page They contain a meaning so meaningless And yet so infinitely definable To an open mind And still they are but words on a page These words These letters Are my life On a page