I hate this!!

I am a forgetful person,
so I must not forget.

For I am depressed.

I hate the happiness of youth,
I hate the sadness of unborn pain,
I hate the vicious tyrants rule,
I hate the shy needy-less poor.

I dont want to be happy,
I must not forget that I am angry,
I must not forget,
I hate this.

This wretched, cross eyed world!!

Most of all I am lonely,
right down to the core.
Of who I am, and who I am not.
I hate this lonely dark, uncertain place.

For I do not know what to do here,
I do not know who to be here.
I do not know how to remember,
sadness here.

So I am lost.

Between a dying grown, and a happy hello.

Let me in.

Hidden from my gaze,
your sweet scent lingers.
I am not invited in,
not provided with a golden key.
I can, but watch
twirling rhythm of thoughts surround you.
I can, but seek
to dive into your world of words.
Never-ending letters,
that form beautiful picture puzzles in your mind.
Let me in.
Oh, let me in.
Let us sail across the sea of comfort.
Lifted up in spiritual harmony,
by each others embrace.
Let me love you,
oh my cleaver, beautiful man.

Whipping Winds

I wish for a cool light breezy chant,
shadows cast on a warm spring day,
a light touch of warmth on my carefree sun kissed skin.
Where is thou light touch,
that warms my soul?
Where is thou sweet scent,
that beckons me to love?

The sharp cool air bruises.
Its silent whispers echoes the winds of winters harsh blows.
Why must you be so careless?
To revel in the mercy of my forgiveness.
I need not catch up after myself,
I have already been kept silent.
My wish for you now,
oh whipping winds so careless and unforeseen,
is that you may not find me here again,
for I shall soon vanish.

Universe

The Universe is for me,
Who shall dear stand against me.
For I am one with the soul of the earth,
He shall surely guide my path.
Listen to the magic crackle,
Of the giant wise old tree.
Listen to the hushed songs,
Of the ancient whistling winds.
Their secrets will guild thee through the valley,
As they have done for thousands of years.
The path of greatness as been etched in gold,
All that is left to do is live.
Live by the passions of ones heart.
Live by the greatness of ones God who lives within.
Live by truth and not by might.
Live each moment in greatness,
And with greatness will come life.

The Circus

We find hear before us today,
a single jury panel in a large crowded courtroom,
who sets course to decide each others fate.
15 Years to life - proclaims the jury,
objection - screams the judge,
order in the court - yells the defense,
the circus is now in procession.

This picture painted on my youthful mind,
shall not be my final hour.
I wish to capture more in life,
than a hoop jumping routine of madness.

But if we are to step into something hopeful,
integrity must desire my heart to beat,
for my final hour will bring forth my truth.
I must love - with pulsing desire,
when burning words are hard to draw from the fire.

Only ones self may keep in line,
the destroying power of a lonely lie.
A lonely lie that will only lead,
to the downfall of,
this king and queen.

For Caren....

We trailed through mountain peaks
We ran through misty snow flakes
We danced in stormy moonlight
We who were alive and free
Our hearts a glow from the warmth
Only two souls who are lucky enough to know
True love
True friendship
Truth and freedom we dearly share

We plummeted down the soft mountainside
We rifled through old magicians houses
We laughed and shared in hot tubs
For life is truly what you make of it
And when it comes to you dear friend
Your free wild adventurous ways
Alight my heart and make me sing
I am honored and astounded
To know such beauty so rare
For yes it is true
We are bes-ties
Two souls that love
Truly

We are doing ok!

Baby

Although certain other people (bless there souls) are sadly not doing okay
I do believe without a doubt we are in fact
Doing okay

For we see that we do not need to be wrapped up in a tortilla of social responsibility
That a title at every stage of life will not prove we are in fact sane
For if a title must be sketched into our foreheads for sanity's sake
I am quite sure I will be willing to be called insane

I am even willing (and I think you would tend to agree)
To be cast out of this so called reformed world
If in fact I must conform to this ridiculous notion
That love is not enough

For if love is to be purchased like a car
A contract to be made
Signatures to be drawn on a doted line
The thought that if there's no marriage proposal
There shall be no love
Then I proclaim that I would rather steal the car and end up a criminal
Then enter into such a preposterous engagement

Sweetie I am afraid its true
Other people do feel pity for our lost souls
They pat our backs and love us anyway
Even though we are lost and sinful creatures
Who search the world for love and truth and adventure
We who step outside our box and ask the real questions that matter
We who make the decision to take off the mask and show our ugly faces

Yep
Im sorry to say this other people
But we are doing okay

Be still, be calm.

Be still
Be calm
My melancholic soul
Love is what you desire for
Love is which you hunger more
But why do you look far and wide for this love
That can not meet you on this cold night

For my deep surrounding joyous love
My roof top shouting goddess love
This is a love you can always meet
Steady and true
Shall always whisper you a goodnight tune
So make friends dear one
With THIS love before you
With THIS friend who surely knows you
Be still
Be calm my dear
For this lover is merely you

Love!

Its mystery is grand
Its width is substantial
But ever so delicate
And ever so magical

As we search for our love
Our place in life
What we believe to be real
What we choose to leave behind

Let us not falter
Let us not quiver
When love comes our way
And we find were still broken

For broke we may be
And lost we probably are
But give love a minute
To find our hearts centre

Did I run?

You ask the question
Did I run
But I do not believe you understand the question you are asking
The answer to your some what intriguing question is however
No I did not run
I did in fact walk if that makes it any easier on you?
Or perhaps if I had skipped you would find that lighter on the pallet?
Maybe you should explain to me how you would like the answer phrased
Then we wouldn't waste any time
Then I would look somewhat normal to you again
You could put me back in the box you understand quite clearly
And you would not have to worry about me any longer

For I fear with such a question
You do not wish to know me
I fear you do not want to know the trials I have been through
Sitting with my tennis shoes wrapped neatly in a box
For who was I to step out into the world running?
Wow... maybe I should have tried skipping?