Sorry

Nice weather in the air,

spring is nice once again.

A filled soul,

no remorse.

Liberty at its best shot.

Who can compare,

happiness over ambition,

for one is greater,

true religion.

Orange coaster

of a spring madness.

Claim your eyes

from the atonement.

Nothing is forever,

it never shall.

Remember me wise folk,

as I hang through the wall.

Spare me,

dear father.

Help me,

kind mother.

I don't meant to,

and never wanted to

ever fade away.

Wizard Alibi

Hurry, hurry now!

He is coming.

Along the empty desserts,

the road to mordor is long.

Will you help us carry on?

Stranger in middle earth,

tangled in the deep.

He is coming.

Wizard alibi,

fog cloud foe,

misty mountain,

on my toe.

Spinal cracker

on my mind.

Don't ever let

him to find.

Early victory,

Ring to find!

A strange calling

in the wind.

War ain't Gold

A king claims

his soldier,

a man's life

over the frontier.

War and bills,

a destined heritage.

Oh poor boy,

Doomed from the start.

To rule you must not feel.

To gain power you must kneel.

A life from a sword,

corruption from a crown.

What is the price of freedom?

Slavery and predestined doom

from a leader with no plot.

It's all silver

turning to ash.

A poor mans wish,

to turn it all to gold.

Still,

it remains silver.

Still,

it won't ever turn to gold.

Preface

1.

A mind to swallow,

a mirror of shadow.

A perfect score

to ease the sore.

A sculpting man claims

a life of righteousness.

The weak lamb aims

to break on through.

No color, no desire,

no thought of revenge.

Ambiguity, dogma,

no stream of faith.

Who are you?

Why are we here?

are we alone

or are we unreal?

Truth, lies,

more lies.

Should we not know?

2.

Why am I afraid?

Is all not said?

Perception,

foe or friend?

Wondering I answer

all i need to know.

To learn, to earn.

Ignorance is bliss.

Hesitation.

Blank Paper.

No apparent thought.

White snow,

clear sky,

step deep

into my mind.

It's time

to escape it

all!

Never come back!

Silence is Gold

Beauty is simple.

Silence is gold.

Blue or green,

black or bold.

Anxious for the uprising,

waiting to arouse.

Quiet wondering,

simplicity, my muse.

Tom-o-rrow

Our human nature hides in shadow.

Constant masks to tell the tale.

No strings to follow,

No value to keep on sail.

The ship has gone away.

Far from reality,

far from complaints.

This is no night for saints.

Are you qualified?

Are you good enough?

Are you conscious?

Are you aware? Are you truly aware?

There is no space for weakness,

there is no room for mistakes.

Keep on betting to higher the stakes,

a simple wish for us to make.

Sympathy is overwhelming,

death is certain,

life is a mystery box

waiting to be opened, never to be closed.

Is this who I really am?

Is this what I have to do?

Our life seems stubborn,

and yet, so full.

A daydream for the mind,

heart and soul to bind.

Am I under a mask?

I now know what to do,

currently conspicious,

Following my path.

I have to end my task.

For life is unpredictable.

The end may be soon,

for tomorrow ill be gone.

Despair

A strange man walks afraid.

His breath and sin do not invade.

Emptiness covers his eye,

a poor soul lost in time.

I do not see. I do not feel.

Everything around me feels numb.

How can it be said the joker?

A small deed for a small token.

Walking down the path

between light and shadow.

A place where men grow weary and hollow

and the souls become narrow.

Live, love, die.

The cycle repeats over again.

Quite unexpectedly it remain.

Is it truly aware?

A poor mans choice,

a weak child voice.

A quiet shadow,

a silent despair.

No mojo risin,

no display in nature.

Just the quiet,

quiet sound of adventure.