Prose: We Were Supposed to Live Forever

We were supposed to live forever.

That was the plan.

Become great and do great things.

Immortal at 14 and 15.

We were supposed to change the world, make it ours.

Grab the bull by the horns as they say, indelibly

Write our names upon the face of the earth

For every generation after to see.

We were kids, we were children, but in our dreams

We were giants, Titans, gods upon Mount Olympus.

We were never supposed to die.

But then we grew up.

That is the worst thing that can happen

To a child-growing up.

Our dreams became fantasies, our fantasies, soon,

Merely tendrils of smoke floating away into the clouds.

We once thought we were masters of life,

Till it turned on us, children, thinking we could

Shape life to our will.

And nurturing life taught us a turn that we never shall for get,

That we are the ones bent to its will and desire.

Poem: Forever In Your Eyes

Thoughts collide in my head like an atom bomb,

Bright lights turned to black-out nights.

The echoing silence births dead calm,

A silent shockwave, divine and terrible sight.

The darkness brings me back to you

On a shadow-drawn carriage.

I hear you call my name

And it feels just like a  midnight rain.

Take my hand, with angels’ wings let’s fly

On the whispering wind beyond the sky.

Bring me again to life, blood moon rise.

Say my name once more as I open my eyes.

Let’s dance forever under the stars

Turn this night into ever-after

Let your touch erase my scars.

I hear you call my name

And it feels like the midnight rain.

Take my hand, with angels’ wings let’s fly

On the whispering wind beyond the sky.

Let’s run in the moonlight to the bridge,

Cast away your fear and jump with me into the abyss.

Free falling-falling freely this night,

The darkness envelops us, setting all right.

Between never and infinity this love lies.

Brought back to life by the storm,

Now I see forever in your eyes. 

Poem: Watching

A ghost…

Standing silently on the sidelines…

Barely breathing with a breaking beating heart…

A wraith…

Floating formlessly from the fetid fields…

Watching and waiting wordlessly within…

The ghost…I am…

I…see…it…all…

I…hear…the…words…

The wraith…I have become.

Neither alive nor dead,

Between the two…

Like the clouds passing overhead,

A ghost, no sound, no form, no breath.

Lost inside myself, carried by the winds.

Blown about by the tempest,

Pushed to and fro,

Ne’er static too long.

I go with the current,

Neither fighting nor surrendering…

Hovering o’er the world…

Mine ears hear the rage and the chaos,

Mine eyes see the fear and the wanting.

Mine heart beats to the rhythm of your drum.

Powerless to intervene

I, the ghost, sit silently in my place,

Seeing, hearing, waiting, watching.

Poem: Smile for Me

Will you smile for me my Love?

Let me hold you through the night.

Let your light shine,

I will make everything all right.

Give me your smile,

Let its glow give me sight beyond sight.

Smile for me my dear,

This is all that I ask.

One smile-and I will know I’ll be fine.

Just one, the one I remember to be mine.

Smile my Angel; break free the mask.

Simple enough, a smile, and I will ne’er shed another tear.

Smile through the rain,

And look to the sun.

Smile past the pain,

To the ends of the earth we will run.

One smile-like a single grain,

To bring forth a harvest not to be outdone.

Smile for life, smile for Love.

Smile for the stars and every gift from above.

Smile for dreams and outstretched wings,

Smile for the songs the morn’ bird sings.

Smile for us, knowing we will always be,

Smile my love, smile for me. 

Poem: She's Beautiful

She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t see it.

She gives the world a smile and the sun shines

But in the mirror she is grave and defeated.

She’s beautiful, and the world knows.

She walks into a room and Father Time slows,

The whole world turns just to see her.

She’s beautiful, even when she cries.

All the pain inside amplifies her beauty

As I watch the crystal tears dance down her eyes.

She’s beautiful, especially when she smiles.

The light inside briefly bursting through,

In that moment all seems perfect and true.

She’s beautiful, e’ery time I look into her eyes.

Beautiful because I see e’ery heartache and sorrow.

Beautiful through every broken dream and all the lies.

She’s beautiful when she sleeps,

The faeries flitter near her

And for her sorrow every angel weeps.

Prose: Don't Let Go

I wish you were here beside me again

Starin up at the stars with

No care in the world for us to bear,

Just dreamin of who we are.
We could go wherever and be who we wanted,

Just as long as we were there together.

We'd sail to the edge of the sea and fly beyond the sky.

I remember the times you were at my side,

Us against the world, nothing could touch us.

But you started pullin  away, and it was the end of the ride.

We were young and dumb headed down that highway

With the wind in your hair.

We made love in the sun and danced in the rain

With nothing to care but wakin up next to you.

I wonder sometimes what you’re doin, where you are.

Are you out there thinking of me, do I ever cross your mind?

Do you miss the life we led and the times that made us laugh?

Losin you has taken its toll

But I’m telling you I can't let us go.

Just the other day I thought I saw you walkin down the street

And it all came flooding back:

That lil whimper you do when you roll over in your sleep,

The wind in your hair, the sun in your face,

The sound of your I love you's, your perfume on my sheets.

Its been awhile but you know we want it again.

I wanna wake up next to you from now to the end.

All I have and all I am is yours if you want it back

It surely ain't much but its all I got to give.

I want to dream again, to let go of all my cares

Save living the life we dream we can have.

I know you’re out there doin what you’re doin wherever you are,

Lookin at the stars seein me every time I cross your mind.

You don’t have to miss it anymore, we can make another life and laugh.

Baby livin without you, it aint alright.

But its ok, we know better now than to let it go.

Prose: Ashes of Yesterday

Here is where I stand.

Looking ahead, I am not sure where this path may guide.

Yet, when I cast my gaze behind,

I see from whence I came.

From birth to death to rebirth again:

The light, the dark, the absence of both,

The child, the boy, the lost, the man,

The knowledge, the wisdom; not the same.

I open my eyes and gaze on all

That has been my plane of existence

With wonder that I even still stand.

For time and again, whether by my hand

Or that of the Fates themselves,

I have fallen to rise to fall to rise once more.

From the blood-tears that fell to the

Cries that rose to the states of mind to

No mind to the dark of night.

Over and over I made my bed,

Too hard, too soft, to none at all,

Too low, too high, too cold, too hot.

By choice or design,

By the life I live in that bed of flames

I rest my head.

I, Prometheus, stole the fire.

Stolen with zeal, life without wisdom,

In the fire I lay 'till no more.

Away went the ashes of all that was.

Each morning Apollo's chariot scorches

The heavens from east to west,

Night defeats day and day defeats night.

So, from these ashes of yesterday,

I, Phoenix, rise and gaze upon what was,

What is, and what may be.

Nevermore lasts evermore,

Moreover, Never forever.

Prose: Chaotic Dark

I am that Chaotic Dark.

I am that space between the worlds,

The Purgatory, the Limbo, the Abyss.

I am that void where nothing exists and naught lives.

I am that haunting shadow,

That darkening mass hovering o'erhead

That envelops the mind and blinds the eye.

I am a formless shroud-I am dark matter.

No Light lives here; 't will not survive.

It comes and goes, only to be shattered to bits

By the pressure of a million dark smiles.
Is is stabbed to death by the pointed stares of

Eternally wretchedly unsighted eyes.

It has come and it has gone...to fight a losing battle.

No joyous sound to be heard,

Not a child's laugh nor bird's song,

Barred by the obscurity of the pervading night.

Only Devilish whispers and hushed voices,

The only embodiments of the Evil found here.

They only come at night, the deafening sounds,

In dream, or most, in a lover's word.

Storms abound in this antagonistic field,

An island in the midst of a tempestuous sea.

The waves hurl themselves upon the shore

With a brutal and eerie force,

Forever pulverizing any who deign rescue or escape.

Whirlwinds of epic proportion spin,

Wreaking their havoc time and again.

Ever-long the Shadows cross the sky and blot the ground.

A Balm in Gilead? None to be found.

Surcease of night and advent of the sun,

A re-occuring nightmare never to come true.

The lover's word, a child's laugh-wishes only.

This is my curse-I am that Chaotic Dark.