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.