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I've invited you into my world to see
but I warn you don't fall in too deep
for you may slip inside and fall
and yearn to never leave at all
You can pick through the shadows and take what you will
then turn away when you've had your fill
Your host is a fair man it's your choice to go
My prison won't hold you this I already know
I only ask for small things I'm sure you'll see
each thought you may take but leave one for me
I'll make it a mountain for if you return
We'll climb to the top where we both can learn
I'll tell you how it looked to me
You're free to come and go as you please
If your heart is strong i think we can begin
step into my world of ...
Emotional Trendz


The Beast And The Butterfly

One day a butterfly beautiful as can be
chanced upon a beast leaning against a tree
the butterfly flew away in fright
to flee from the awful sight
Then the butterfly heard his plea
please don't go stay here with me
Something in his grotesque voice made the butterfly slow his pace
and turned to look upon his face
Distorted it was to his surprise
tears flowed from his eyes
the butterfly landed upon his breast
and asked why are you sad what causes this sadness
the beast then said of all my days
I've been a beast and I'm tired of this way
I want you to help me feel your beauty my friend butterfly
the butterfly then said you can't help what you are
but I'll tell you something that may get you far
When you look upon your face
don't look upon it with distaste
Before you can accept what you may be
You have to accept yourself and pull shame free
and listen to this a little more
to change yourself is up to you that's what dreams are for
So now they are the best of friends
Can you find the moral, I hope so
The End


The Conductor

Out of the shadows emerges
The conductor
the curtain ascends
He drains the room of whispers
tapping the baton against the podium
His heart skips a beat
as I bring the multitudes together as one
unpure hearts shall not pass
his eyes blur by sight of sound
a split second before the crowd
hears the first note
from his fingertips it becomes ...
The art of breaking silence
with a slight stroke of a hand
slicing the air from within
from silence to sound
dark becomes lite
As a fire burns within
as he gives them life
the crash of the cymbals
the soft strokes of a string
or the whispers of winds
first comes from he
The heartbeats blend with the tempo
entwined in a heated passion
the whole room breathes as one
introducing the final note
arms raised head bowed
The sparks become a twinkling ember
the curtain descends
leaving them awed and overwhelmed
there is no final note
For the conductor lives forever in symphony


A Poem

You
were love
that could be so warm
and cold
and painful
and crushing
I
enjoyed your pain
looked for it to come willingly
tried to understand it was no more
We
loved once
we were happy together
it ended too soon for me anyway
Life
is just as good as death
only a lot more painful
that it numbed my heart
Deaths
saber is so sharp
but the sword of life
is double edged and dull
Pain
yes every minute
second hour day
year decade
century
Love
has no time for me


Romeo Weeping

A Moment In Pain
The head is pounding
the chest is tight
the stomach groaning
there is no lite
the heart is broken
you've won the game
my mind is shattered
I'm going insane
my life is nowhere
nothing is good
trying to fake it
like I know I should
I'm drowning in tears
and I don't know why
hiding the pain
stiffening the cries
days are o.k. there's always distractions
the nites have more shadows
the darkness is no more satisfaction


The Legend Of "Never Will Be"

This morning I woke from a restless sleep
blindly I walked out into the street
I was caught in a rush of anonymous faces
people rushing off to unknown places
I suddenly realized the piercing cold
the question unanswered I stood alone
I asked an old man who slowly walked past
where am I sir? or may I ask?
he said you're confused its plain to see
but you're in the land of Never Will Be
then I pleaded "please explain"
we walked into the café to get out of the rain
he said it's a long tale to tell
but I'll make it short, so listen well
everything here is not as it seems
it's not real, it's in your dreams
I thanked him for his time
to pay for his coffee I threw a dime
i walked to my bed and lay back down
I'm happy now for what I've found
because while there I did not see
you, my love in Never Will Be


On Never Will Be

Regret not our Never Will Be
seek only your deepest desires
real life could Never Be
the same as your inner fire
Never pain those dreams you seek
they will always live here with me
no matter how you say goodbye
you will never hear me cry
however far you seem to be
Regret not for what will Never Be
a gypsy like love I never knew
though I stay here to play that fool
I regret no more for Never Will Be
it's not my pain to bare
You are always in the dreams i seek
though you no longer see me there


Lost Poems

Unsung songs I've yet to write
lay hiding in my mind
shadows that keep me awake at nite
scared to close my eyes
should a dream come that I can't remember
or should you have a poem
in my mind it could get lost forever
a poem that has no home
for each poem has touched someone
and is remembered in their mind
there the poem has found its place
forever in that mind
could one cry for a poem now lost
or dreams that may fail
i can for the love of poetry songs
isn't that all


M.I.A.

I stared into the glass, hypnotized
more in awe than transfixed
the eyes that I saw there were the same shade of my own
only many years aged
I saw hatred, envy and rage
sorrow guilt and pain
beneath it all, I saw loneliness
not a loneliness for another's touch
a smile, a voice or a supporting crutch
I yearned for an unnamed thing
perhaps something I never had known,
though it was something missing
I dare to guess what it may be
but it's not in me
loneliness it was and today still is
it's the only name I can give it
I've learned to live with that vacancy
better than i had so many years before
Missing In Action


Mass Confusion

Chosen ones so often die, the old legends say
hero's lie within graveyard fences, or damn near on their way
tears in every life must fall
every soul has touched some pain
nitemares have found more innocent minds
than lives thrown down the drain
this i call mass confusion
a distortion to the eye
There is only one question i ponder
who is he, that makes all cry?


Misery

Misery loves company
though I make mine alone
and later maybe then I'll tell
but why not bury those old...