I brush the sky with my hand,
Pressing the wind with my breath.
With the clapping of thunder as I move my body—
Nature kneels to my power
As I command the land.
Its beautiful landscape amazes men to this day,
In my ability to change the mood of many as I write
With this ability I have hurt,
But I have also given hope
To where there was not before.

Can you truly say I have nothing to give—
When I have shown so much to this place?
Of an unknown passion,
Dear world--you need not fight to hate;

Walk with me,
And become free.
As I watch my life pass—
Understanding seems to go as well.
My mind is not as rich as it once was,
The sweet smell of flowers—
Shall never be the same
My heart or soul,
Has felt the light
Of Gods untamed heaven
A place of virtues and darkened smiles.
Oh heaven is a place of thee enlightened,
But as I watch
From my shadowed realm—
I have no where to go
And if you see...
My heart shall never return
From the pits a place of truth—
And passions of my broken love.

Now that the world has made progress—
To where it now stands.
There is nothing more to see
From the hate it has already made.

And my words to you,
In this amazing trail of words
Which have given me hope in dark times.

Here is my creation—
A work like no other
That shows me in true light,
Where the trees shadow the voices
Of men before.

How long has it been?
Since that first meeting we had under Epsilon’s tree.
You may had been young,
But you were still beautiful—
And nothing can take that from me.

I’m sorry about everything I did,
But this won’t be the last act I make—
Protecting you was my purpose,
And watching you is my punishment.

For what is life without love,
And you by my side?
This will be the last words I speak
As I pass through my dream
Into that wonderful vision of your eyes.

I think I know too much,

Can you see the true nature of men,
Or hear the thoughts of nations.
To be a human you must show ability.
The ability to destroy hatred
And persecution.

For never will I wear a letter,
So people shall know who I am.
My ability cannot be seen from the outside,
But it comes from my heart.
A space that may hold the world
Within its walls.

For after years of death and turmoil,
I have felt the nature I am giving off
And the cruelty I have shown.
Until you can see the nature of God’s hand,
You will never understand me.

Depression is in your face,
And you feel hopeless in every space.
Your heart beats to this,
But nothing is there to comfort it.

Here is the way that I think—
And in this day,
You do not deserve
To be alone, for your beauty is there
With your mind so sweet and fair.

Nothing shall be more to see,
Than you run from here—
Among the trees and utter break
Of Hopelessness.

How many days is it til’ tomorrow?
Can I stay here til’ then?
Bring forth my cup and chair,
So that I might sip and partake in sadness.
The only part of my life—
That I know God gave to me.
Shatter that incandescent light,
Bringing me my dear sweet bread—
And tell thine lover, to wait for you in heaven’s mouth
For my return from hells undoubting shout.

Sometimes it is people, who can push your anger,
Testing it to the boundless places.
Where there are no walls—
Nothing but an empty space,
Which your hatred has full reign.
This place has no name,
Because it is forbidden from thought and kindness.
The plane evil calls home—
And controls it how it deems fit.
Don’t think much of it,
With the good and compassion in you
This evil cannot control your life.
For if you do not have a soul
Or lost it in some weird twist of fate—
It has the ability to rule you
And reign supreme

In folklore we worship the gods,
A species of supernatural beings.
With everlasting knowledge,
And spirits of a heavenly presence.

They watch over us and help us along,
But if they truly want to help us.
Why do they let us be in poverty?
And in shambles, with a broken heart?
If they truly are beings of a higher order,
Then why can’t they see the mistakes,
That even themselves have.

For if you are made in the image of God,
And you as a man are flawed.
Then would not God himself be flawed,
In his own nature.

In a heart of bitter rage,
Comes the breath of beast and man.
Where darkness shall never see a face as grand,
Through the gates,
With Lucifer’s face extended in rock upon the ground.
How is this so?
That ignorance shall come to this door,
Where men have died and past.
In great wars that will never die—
Never fade—
Because the horror still clinches our thoughts.
Dragging me on hooks of pain,
With a captured hope—
Where ignorance shall come to be,
On wings of broken deeds.