The Horseless Rider.

A book with nothing in it.
The box is empty.
Like an empty shell.
A shirt with no creases.
A bell that was never rung.
Like silence all the time.
Forever remorse.
Alone for eternity.
I'm a ghost.
I'm the faceless man,
Waiting to find my passion.
Hopefully I wont be too late.
My heart is becoming sick.
My horse is running away from me.
I'm losing faith.
It wont be long now.
The end is coming.
I See it.
I see it coming.
There is no patience here.
The horse is getting away.
I have no choice but to run.
Death faces us all.
No one can escape.
Hopelessness visualized.
Without my steed, I would be nothing.
I would be long gone.
Dead.
Ashamed.
Bored and hollow.
I exist for it.
I will not let it go.
Passion and patience.
Love and commitment.
Joy and pride.
Live for that you cherish.

A Prelude to Love.

Let me look into your eyes once more.
For I miss your beautiful face.

A rose falls to the ground.
Something beautiful.

Something powerful.

Each petal will have it's own story.
Let us maintain them, until we die.

Two together.
In harmony.

But still a fantasy.

I sigh, when tomorrow beckons in a frightful chime.
You are still just an idea.

She is giving me a never ending strand of hair.
Something I will follow.

Like a test that never ends.
It's like Travelling a thin twisty road.

I will not fall off.
I will meet you there at the end.

Don't lead the fool into the pit.
For everyone is an idiot under your spell.

You have so much to give the world.
And your choices are many.

I just hope i'm not the other guy.

We will see at the end of the road.
No matter the outcome...

It will all be worth it.

Even if I fall off the road.
Even if the rose cuts my body.

The chance to see your glistening eyes again.
The chance to change and be changed.

A chance is what I have.

Have this rose.
It is yours to keep.

A chance is all I need.

Mutual

Somewhere else before.
Sometime long ago.
It was warm.. it was quiet.
There was someone else.
Loving and caring.
Unconditional.
Mutual.
Love in comfort.
We move towards the common goal.
Happiness.
This is the prize I seek.
I will not rest until I see it done.

The Poets were right.

The poets were right.

Articulation dies like the smokers liver.
Romanticism falls when sex we consider.
Now I know the poets were correct.
I sit in my room with thoughts to reflect.
No longer having the urge to steal.
All I want is the right to feel.
Because my heart has found peace.
I found a place to release.
Something so simple like a dove.
Expressing feelings of love.
The poets were correct.
My urges to do wrong are gone.

The Park

I see a flower
A petal of a rose.
The rays of the sun.
A warm embrace.
A park on a sunny day.
A kiss.
Eyes that glisten.
Grass strands between my feet.
A bee.
Silently and frantically working.
Falling out of vision.
I see the swings.
A slide.
There are children playing.
Then look at the sky and relax.
Today is called innocence.
Today is called beauty.
I spend it with you,
and in the park we shine.

Comfort

Somewhere else before.
Sometime long ago.
I was warm.. it was quiet.
There was someone else.
Never alone, always taken care of.

Days, months, years pass.
Time flows forward.
My eyes grow weary.
To rewind, to start a new.
I could choose who i wanted to be

Today, tomorrow, yesterday.
To change every moment.
To retry.
To live a new.
To live the old.

I wish to go back to the days.
Where I could live in the past.

Peace

Walking amongst the black and white
The grey people bear shadows.
They are distorted and covered in blight.
Worn down from all that has past.

But I want to live in colour.
Be curious and intrigued.
The truth will shine with my eyes
And my mind will always be skeptical.
Saving me from all the lies.

Stay awake and watchful.
For you never know what you might see.
But the choice is always yours.
Believe or to turn away.

Happiness is a choice we make.
As the things we do define us.
The choices we make refine us.
To become the dream you created.
To share it and cherish.
For everything is wasted on nobody.

My doctrine is love.
Put on your rosie glasses.
Your beauty will shine on the grey.
My heart will change the world.
And create our inner peace.

A Gaming Experiment

Lycan, lord of the jungle.
Fangs tyrannizing creeps.
Wolves standing, insatiable.
Runes, power, money and kills.
Hear me howl,
See me prowl,
Then fear my pounce.
For the lord of the jungle arises from slumber.
The Lycanthrope.
I am the demise of all that is neutral.
Even pudge will know my name.
Banehallow, reveal my true form!
The Warewolf!

Words.

Words are so powerful.
They rip your soul in two.
It's but a seemingly undecisive spirit.
Yearning, desiring and waiting patiently.
But never getting.
Everything you had, has been taken.
They have told you it's gone for good.
The time has come, to take it back.
It's emotion that drives us.
What we do with it is what counts.

Fear

We all want to be glad
and love without shame.
But I now know happiness,
comes hand in hand with pain.

They say it's a journey,
where patience is a virtue.
But the one person I love,
just thinks i'm deranged.

She swallowed my sorrows,
she took away the rain.
But I let her go astray,
and it's me whos to blame.

So Why do I feel cheated?
Why do I feel shame?
Why can't I feel happiness?
Because i'm afraid to feel pain.

Free from Insanity

She stirs my third eye.
Her soul intertwines with many.
The broken chain snaps lose freeing insanity.
My knees bloodied, scrambling from calamity.

Bottled up anger, bottled up anger.
Desperate to burn and devour.
Destruction brings my inner peace.
Resolving the sanctity in me.

The world is in my mind.
Moments forgotten. Erased from existence.
Released anguish like a temporary memory.
So mold surfaces get covered in grain

I stand in the middle of a dark cathedral.
Trying to dispel my inner demon.
Purging the evil of the world.
Here I remain, silent and alone.

Inspired by Inspiration

Our brains are like candles.
As it's wick slowly burns down to the core.
I wish to write away my sorrows.
But the more I write the less it means.

Photosynthesising minds sucking up energy.
Leading me to beleive she will bring my mouth words.
But every time I speak I find the value decrease.
My Princess, will you be my temporary influence?

Love is burning down to the ground.
Death is imperative in our genetic code.
Like a muse attempting to do good.
Inspiration is only temporary.

Sweat

Sinking downwards into a warm squishy fabric.
The chocolate heats up.
Odours from my body exude onto the exterior.
I take the lid off the trash can.
Every pour in my body leaks liquid.
I feel like there is a heater in my mouth.
I'm quickly filling up my pool.
As a snail once lied to me.
The ones who sit still sweat.
The ones who move work.
We sweat, We work, Then we sweat some more.