wounded.

Wounded. Hopes not lost, but still I am down
Seeking that something I can't seem to find
In silent pain, tears! No sound.
Or living a lie and flying only in my mind.

untitled.

It's midday as I sit this ledge watching passers-by
Thoughts flee - my struggles; I turn to those I see
No trace of Joy in faces of the few that catch my eye
Bearing the invisible weights, named Sorrow and Agony.
Why add mine to theirs? As I contemplate a choice
To lay mine down and watch it rise into the atmosphere
I pray this act speaks stronger than Thunder's rumbling voice
That we may see the sound of Joy acute, and yet so clear.
I wrench my heart for you, and more for me (but secretly)
And grieve the heavy burdens carried, written in your frame
So lay them down and let them go, one and the same are we
I choose sweet and singing sounds of Joy, that she may know my name.

There can be no peace without war!
Is not this peace that lives within, worth dying for?

something.

Say something, say anything! Why lock your love away?
So distant and afraid, life is lived from day to day
But soon this day too soon will slowly, gently disappear
And all you'll have to show for is the days lived filled with fear.
Oh dear, do something, something from the words you make
Or are they empty nothings, so that nothing I may take
I'll give you back all you gave me, and find it equals you
A something saying nothing, while yet anything would do.

lips.

Lips.
Sexy shaped mouth.
Faint red-violet and plush, meeting at the center
Stare if I dare you glance and see
Me wanting... Lips. Yours please?
Soft?
Warm?
Smooth?
Close my eyes - I feel! Is it real?
Is it real?
Is it?

echo (echo).

If you say you love me once, can I count on that forever?
All I hear is the echo of my lonely voice.
All I hear is the echo of my lonely voice.