Turning to the first page, you see a poem, and you begin to read, curiosity getting the better of you. What you are about to read are my personal thoughts, poems I've wrote over a small period of years/months. Yes, some of it is very emotional, because I, like any other man/human, am emotional too. I just don't show it often enough, perhaps. At any rate, read on.
- In all my wisdom, in all my days, never have I met someone as rare as you my dearest. You've learned your lessons and know them well, but I hath not told you all I can. I've held back my true words of wisdom; use them well.
- I don't have much to give thee, for I'm a poor old scribe. All I can give you is my most important give. My undying trust, love, and loyalty. Never forget what I say here, And by now, my words of wisdom ought to be clear. Now and Forever, I love you my dear.
- Just what wisdom can be gained here, you may ask yourself? You may have said to yourself, That such a man can say these things true, Oh, but it is so brilliant its foolish, so simple, its maddening. What this means, is no matter what happens, ill or good, I'll always be here for you, always, with a shoulder for you to cry on, and an ear to listen.
- By many, I've seen you trampled, lied to, and cast out...betrayed and backstabbed by those who have no heart, those who wish nothing but their own personal gain and fortune; but always know that this cold souled bugger will always be here for you, awaiting your every command, your beck and call. Just look to the shadows, I'll be there.
You continue on, and read the next work, your mind hungering for these words..
Path of Shadows
-Whomsoever may tread the path of the Holy Light be always wary of its shadow, most heinous and cold. All of which you hold dear shall cease to be, whence you stray from the path of the light.
-A living example am I, of the might of the dark. I strayed, thinking the while I could ever turn back, and said how easy twould be to do thus. The light shall await I thought...I should have known, that with power, there is always a price. A price paid out of my own soul.
-Stripped of my humanity, emotions gone forever, love, happiness, all of them. These now mean nothing to me...All I can do now is stand and fight. Fight for the Lord of the Shadows, Lord of the Dark, Prince of Chaos, Smasher of Dreams.
-Faith in the Dark is all I have left, that and eternal rage, for I cannot escape. I stay, I fight, I kill. Because that is the way I now know. That is the path of Darkness.
Light amongst the Shadows
No matter where I turn, or where I go, there is always my light amongst the shadows. It keeps me safe, it keeps me warm, providing the guidance I need. In the darkest of hearts, in the silences of our souls, this is what we all want. This light is unlike all others, for it never dims, only strengths, never wanes, only shines.
A light amongst the shadows of my soul, shining through all. Forever Burning. She looks down upon me, my Angel, letting her brilliant halo shine down around me. She warms my soul, and brightens my dark heart, always and forever. This astonishing feeling, is called love, A Light amongst the Shadows...
So I hold this light close to me, never wanting to let it go... For should I allow this wonderous thing to be loose, I fear I shall never get it back. This Love means so much to me, It hurts to think of it gone. My dearest Angel..I devote the Darkest of Hearts to thee..fill me with your warmth...
For a simple kiss, would what I pay?
The greatest gift a man could get, a simple kiss, from their one true love. But sometimes, such a thing tis truly rare...what sort of price would I pay?
-For this simple thing, not truly much I ask, I would give the sun, moon, and the stars. Serve them up for her on a silver plate, all for that one first kiss.
-My love, she knows not who I am, or even that I exist, I wager. But nevertheless, I aim for the heart, I pray my words strike true. For this one single loving kiss, all I do I swear, is for her.
-My heart, my soul, my flesh and bone, are all for her molding. My life, without her, it has no meaning, All I need is for her light, warm and loving, to shine upon me.
-For a simple kiss, what would I give? A question a fool would ask. For truly, what man would not give everything he has, and more, just for the one he loves?
Every Rose has its Thorns..
Love, the greatest game of all, the greatest prize to be had. Its a risk I know, known all too well, but every rose has its thorns.
-Hate, the least joy can be garned here, but its the offspring of love. Every rose has its thorns, tis true. Hate, would be spawned from the Hearts own longing, spawned from warmest emotion.
-We strive for this Love every day of our lives, trying for that beam of light to enter our hearts. Yet why do we try, when we rarely succeed, and feel the bite from the roses thorns?
-The blackest of hearts has a soft spot, I know this all too well. My rose has a name, keeps me safe and warm, throughout the darkest of nights. My sweet dear rose, I devote myself to this maid; I have felt her horrid thorns once before...never again, my dear.
" All that we are, could be, and will be, inevitably turns to dust. And everything we strive to be will turn to an atrophic cycle, becoming no more than the wind and dust, a mixture of meaningless material to float past ones eyes, never to be given a second thought. When you look in the mirror, tell me: What do you see? Is it your reflection? Or is it your shadow screaming hate and utter denial to you? Is it the most bitter emotions buried deep within your soul that you try to hide? Or is it the most amourous love you keep pined away for that special someone? Mayhaps your reflection is just that. A reflection of what you want to be. A reflection of what could be. The hope and dream that someday you too will be something, never again to be stuck to be just a worm under the totem pole of life. That one day you will rise above, and show the world that you're a someone, unafraid to climb the ladder and change. To become a 'Someone', destined to not be a 'Noone.'"
-- Jason Daniel Parker
