The Creations of Id...
Daydreamer's Frollic
Oh what an experience I did have
While sitting in the fields of glimmering gold
Watching the midday sun cast away the last remnants of cold
I noticed a glorious tree, with inviting boughs
That seemed to beckon me to lay in its arms
So I sat, high in that branch and looked out over the field
Golden stalks on golden ground
I watched the breeze run through the stalks
I watched them bend and sway as though an invisble creature through them did walk
Or perhaps a snake, with brilliant jade scales
Is slithering to and fro
Whispering tales of demons and gods, dragons and other glorious tails
Or perhaps he whispered tales of woe
At some point, I slipped away and did sleep
For I awoke to the sound of fairy
A very fair fairy, with alabaster skin and honey dipped hair
Before I could ask from whence she came, she giggled and ran, quickly away
I chased her, all about the field, though I'm not really sure why
I lost her at the edge of a forest, unnaturally dark, unnaturally green
I was about to turn back when I caugh sight of that alabaster gleam
She stared and luaghed and beckoned I give chase
So I did, perhaps, for another look at her face
But O what odd things in theis forest did I see
baby tigers, horses smaller than my hand, and a bear like flea
I knew I was in a dangerous place, though no bones littered the terrain
I could feel the anguish of other knights, who had run this very race in vain
I chased her forever, or so it did seem
Many times did I almost stop, and turn to go home
Yet each time, she would look at me with those glowing, and deeply knowing eyes
And in her foreign tongue, tell me "Do not leave kind sir, come now, play."
"Why do you run then?" I would yell everytime,
But the race was on again, and I was already falling behind
The places I saw on this trip I cannot even describe
Things so horrible, and things so great
Some quite scary, and some that made me feel I had arrived far too late
I do not know how long I ran
Long enough though, for both a deep burn and a tan
Finally we came to an inhabited place
With men, like me, except perhaps a bit more haggard in the face
They stood in a line, with which there was a sign that read "Only one, or perhaps two at a time."
I knew where I was, and how I had come here
I knew I had realized a very terrible fear
I knew also why all these poor fools were here
I felt an odd bond with these sad fools
For I too, am here, and am certainly a fool
So I turned and walked away
The alabaster fairy had enchanted quite enough, there was no need for me to stay
Mistake me not, I do not regret my run
I saw and learned quite a bit, I luaghed and smiled and had my fun
But my friends, don't ever be deluded
You were not the best the fairy has ever had
If you were, there would be no line, and you would not now be so sad
Sorrowful Knowledge
Oh how long I have listened but not heard
I listened to the sea but didn't hear it's song
I listened to the rain but didn't hear it's pain
I listened to the wind's wail but didn't hear it's tale
Yet content I was
Happy in blindness
Blissful in ignorance
Then you opened my eyes
I could finally hear the cries
Then I knew I could never belong
Could never stay content too long
I would have to push, struggle, fight
Search for the truth, that which is right
My heart and mind at last were opened
And eternally broken
Somehow in the search I lost, I missed
What? My joy, my bliss.
A True Soul
Gold is a heart that stands true
It doesn't follow but makes it's own cue
It's destiny is not it's own
Yet even in a crowd it is alone
It bears the acid bath called life
It stays true through all the strife
It's soft and sweet and kind
And has a purity not easy to find
It does not hide or fold
It is not bitter nor cold
It cannot be held back
Nor made to crack
It is true
It is bliss
Shall it never be missed
Observer
Once I looked through a glass jar
And watched a bug that seemed so far
I watched him crawl from here to there
Apparently unaware
Of how easily his life could be snipped
How easily I could make this jar his crypt
Confined to a small space he didn't care
For he didn't even know what was out of there
It had never seen the wonders there is to find
But crawling around it didn't seem to mind
It finally found where it couldn't go
As it walked into the glass and the glass said no
It tested the jar on all sides
But the glass wouldn't any leniancy bide
But he didn't seem upset at missing what he couldn't see
For he stayed content to simply be
Oh what a foolish little thing
No control over what it's future will bring
I pity such a creature
I thank my stars that in my world we are the feature
So I laugh and walk away
I keep walking until I hit my jar,
then turn and walk the other way
Ode To Irony
O Irony, from whence doth thou come?
Come thou from the mischieveous fates above?
Or dost thou come from the spiteful fates below?
From what twisted soul does thou flow?
Dost thou come to bring mortal men pain?
Or dost thou come to bring laughter even in slain?
Should I spite thee, and curse thou?
Or should I laugh at the maker's brow?
From thee I cannot run nor hide
For you attack me from the inside
So I shall laugh while I cry
And curse thy existence when I try
Some dark contract of thine have I signed
And so thy cruelty to my fate is bind
I used to be, however...
I hate that which is ignorant, foolish and stupid
I used to be that way, however I grew up, changed and became lucid
I hate that which has nothing to offer but mindlessness
I used to be that way, however I grew a mind of my own and achieved greatness
I hate that which always speaks but never listens
I used to be that way, however I became wise and listened to other's missions
I hate those who are nothing but passion, without any gleem of intelligence
I used to be that way, but I became educated, and thus lost all belligerence
I hate much that is behind me
Why can't they all evolve like me?
Why can't they see the folly of their ways like I?
When will they learn that for perfection they must try?
Why must they be so weak, and wrong?
Why can't they be like me, smart and strong?
There is much I hate, however there is now one thing I hate above all others
I hate hypocrites, those without compassion who refuse to understand
Those who choose to do nothing but reprimand
Innocence
We arrive filled with it's essence
But from our first cry we deny it's presence
Some days we remember and still believe
Other days it seems a lost dream, and we seethe
A glance in the mirror and we see what we lost
For a glance at our heart reveals a shiny new frost
Like our shadows we know it must be there
But upon chasing it we discover it doesn't play fair
And so we search, and fail and cry
Others forget and never even try
Was it an illusion
An emotional diffusion
Is it that void that we can never fill
Is it that silence we find in a pill
Should we search and fight and dream
Or is it gone, never there merely a toymaker's dream
I will come for you innocence
Creation
It began as a void, the home of a single mind
One who was God, by loneliness and default
He knew that others he would never find
So he spoke to create a world, and beings with fault
So he stretched out his finger to stir the land
Then set into motion something most grand
To create beings with whom he could talk and speak
But beings unlike him, frail and weak
Legend tells of another attempt he made
The creation of other Gods to enter the fray
Yet what can be done, what do you say
To beings who are you, down to the clay
So this time he gave his creation a wondrous gift
The gift of choice, to stay and learn or curse the wind
And what did his creation do when it chose
It disobeyed, and lied, and refused to stay
It spit in God's face and walked away
But God wasn't done with his friend: this man
For his creation he still had a plan
And so it was, and so it goes
This is the story that we learn as we grow
Scythe of Mercy
Come O' cleansing pain of death
Take back thine damned holy breath
Let loose the torrent of blood
Pain be released in thy scarlet flood
All I taste is drawn from a bitter well
So let me fall from mine mountain of hell
O' to to the renewing rocks of death
Break mine lung and take back thine breath
I cannot simply stand and let be
For I hate the life within me
I can no longer take the crushing strife
I curse the me within life
Come O' freeing scythe
Take my blood for thine tithe
Take me O' sword of pestilence
For in thee I find repentance
Take me O' halbred of vengeance
Take this torture of time
Release me from this pain of mine
O' blood eternal
O' craving infernal
Thanatos come and I shall be yours
I no longer have it in me to fight
In blessed truth I have no right
Come O' blessed sleep eternal
Ye' who once I feared
Now Ye' hold all my heart endeared
Come O' scythe of mercy
Prose: The Creation
I see the flickering candle and know my end is drawing near
I stare into the impenetrable darkness and search my heart for fear
I grab my quiver and bottle of ink
As my hand races across the parchment I nary' even think
For I am writing from without and within, my immortality
I am drawing forth from the void and end to my fatality
From the darkness of naught shines the light of legacy
A being born from my strength, and my frailty
On the paper I pour an epic from my mind
I release it from its prison, from where it was held bind
From the weakness of me comes something more
Something that is greater than I
Something that will survive generations, not like me doomed to die
When my hand falls limp I peer at the writing and sigh
For I have made something wondrous, of my worst and my best
And now done I stare into the flame, and close my eyes to rest
Solitude and Loneliness
Blind in a world of aesthetic vision
Deaf in world of beautiful sounds
Paralyzed in a world of wondrous movements
Immobile and frozen I stand
Trapped in a world of my own design
Wrapped in emotions I can't define
Alone in a sea of humanity
Faith only in my fraility
Strength without purpose
Wisdom without power
Love without praise
In the midst of the ocean I thirst
In the midst of the desert I freeze
In the answers I question
The more I fill
The emptier I become
More than all can want
It is everywhere but none can find
Always so close yet unable to grasp
Trapped in the sea of solitude and loneliness
Evolution of the mind
When I was young I searched and searched
But for what I searched was elusive and rare
For I looked for something well covered and tried to make it bare
I searched for all that which is me
When I grew up I glimpsed all that was within me
However I didn't like what I saw, so I searched again
This time for a way to change what was inside
To try to take that in me I hated and make it again hide
I denied who I was, what I hid, what I loved
And again I grew
Now here I am
Having failed to change that which I should've
And having lost the greatness of my heritage
For I denied it and lied to it
Now, before I die I wish for only one thing
To remember who I was, when I was honest, young and free
The Path of Life
Across the bubbling brook
Through the whispering woods
Past the lonely mountains
Down the slippery slopes
A course unknown
Destination undetermined
A dream of something unseen
A memory of something not yet done
Two directions
A fork in the road
The clean path
One that looks less traveled
Too many miles
Can barely stand
Yet on and on I go
A flickering candle
A bittersweet scent
The end of the journey
Where has the path lead
A million miles
Countless steps
Unknown stumblings
To find this place
A long forgotten home
You'll never know
You'll never know just quite how much I love you
You'll never know just quite how much I need you
You'll never quite know how you saved me
You'll never quite know how you freed me
When I'm with you I like being me
When I'm with you I feel like I can fly
When I'm with you I'm not afraid to try
When I'm with I see what I can be
You'll never quite understand just how you complete me
I never knew quite what it was to want
I never quite knew what it was to wish
I finally know who I am
I finally know what I want
I never quite knew what I was missing
Until I met you
