the knighted sailor

you,
the truer sailor,
bow your head unto the tide.
on your shoulder i rest a feather
a symbol for your pride.
a nobler man than many
the long lost knight of the sea.
lets burn your bridges down together.
come sail your ship round me.

seasonal suicide

with a turned back to the reason, 
you try to filter the pain,

your Closed eyes in the sunshine, 
wont make it fade away

we all know Cats can keep secrets, 
from the mothers of their prey

when you Punish the season, 
you only injure the grain.

Moments aren’t forever, 
hold onto the ones you want to save.

Only silence hears its echo, 
in the hollow of our graves.

my ego and i

closing the garden gate, i face the crossroads. 

unsure which way to turn, i do a slow pirouette and hold the world at my finger tips. 

your playing a game of russian roulette with my future. 

i wonder where is the bullet that you hide. 

coaxing me forwards, i know you will sacrifice me for the tide. 

in my dream im following the seasons, your whisperings are my guide. 

i place a ruby on your tongue to break the curse of eden.

 we fall beyond a sandy shore. the night time is my freedom,

its the only time i breath and can open up my eyes.

 but still you hold me blindfolded on the floor, 

suffocating under the pressure of your pride. 

dancing around wolves with feathers in our hair. we wear trust as a disguise.

so afraid of the future, more afraid of the past

im lost in the present. unsure which way to turn, i do a slow pirouette

trying to grasp the answers slipping past my finger tips.   

my ego and i, slow dancing to time. 

harsh reality

Life is too short, to be anything other than honest. with ourselves.

so why do i keep distorting the view. watching the world through a bent mirror.
i am motivated by an delusions, i believe to be my future. with you. my creation.
willing you to be my master.

a hallucination. a mirage

i am stuck in the illusion that my dreams will become my reality.
i let them consume me. control me. they devour and beat me.

what i would do to give you my dreams.
please take them.

in my dreams i find love
in the flowers and in the shells.

my reality is a desert. they are no flowers. they were no shells.
i am just a grain of sand, being thrown between the dunes.

slowly eroding.

the moons suicide

cursed by a broken feather

the moon hangs silent in the sky

gentle swaying above from side to side

his white flags falling towards the tide.

winter

Bitter cold, i bite my tongue.

 your punishment is my silence. 

i will not drop my head any longer. 

you can not and will not hold me under.

 who has really lost i wonder? 

what has come from all your thunder?

i see you, unveiled by your fury. 

standing naked like a child before me.

 stamping your feet, dig your heels into the ground. 

you watch the world through your own reflection 

a victim of your own distortions.

the pain of knowing

i wonder.....

           if you were to be deaf. would you rather be born deaf. living a life content with the silence. or would it be better to loose your hearing, so in your silence you can dwell in the memories of sound.

          if you were to be blind would you rather be born blind. living a life content with the darkness. or would you prefer to loose your sight, so in your darkness you can watch the slide show from your past.

          if you were to be dumb, would you rather be born dumb, unaware of your simplicity. or would you rather loose your mind with age, so in your simplicity you can smile with satisfaction.  

          if you were to loose something, wouldn't you rather you never had it in the first place? be unaware of what you have lost. because wont the memories just be tainted by the fact that it was lost. and the tainted memories will grow into resent. with resentment all beauty is lost. with resentment all truth is lost. 

   

if we do not have beauty and truth, is it really worth it?