Damion's Poems

The truths that you may seek
Are hiding below sea
Away with no hide
Under the sky
Alive with no life
It is yours to find
My life becomes my own
Away
From all the stones.

Water falls
Drowning out the sound
Of the memories
Losing out on time
Going down
Blind the lights
Now the trees are coming down
With a single rain drop
Mixed amongst the crowd
Make it all
Just a part of the ground
A part of the sound
Sound of falling down.

Dexterity limbs
Pulling through the wind
Like a phantom on a brush awaiting full fulfillment
Cover me
Watch me rot
In this hell hole pulled like time
I am drowning in your court
All things I've come and lost
All my thoughts
All my dreams
All my animosity
Animated in your mind like my papers lost in rhyme
Call to me
All these things
Seem important for a dream
Dare to me
Lose to me for this is what you see
Most to me
Most to you
Cost to me is losing to you
I'm losing this
Which you hold
Oh
And there it goes.

Find the tree in which you sit
The place in which you watch,
Find the ground on which you walk
The place in which you stare,
All the time will go around
Around your tree; around your ground,
Helpless you find the time enough
To realize it's gone

The man with the long flowing hair you so regretfully
recognize
Is standing in front of you
You're thinking,
"How did I find myself in hell and who could this be?"
He speaks,
"You are me
I can do anything I want with you and you hve a slight chance of changing my mind.
What will you say to me?
What do you think I would brutally die for?"
Faced with this question, you look at him as if in fear
but in total confidence.
After all, all you have to do is know what you would die for.
Ê Now, how hard do you think this could be?