Theories on how my life should be lived,
Makes me wonder—
If I am living at all.
Truths that yet can be told
And justifications only waiting to be made.
Nightmares can only be a source of woe,
But to many it is ways of getting stronger
Dear is our only weakness
As is the compassion
And desolation we chose to accept.

Make life so that nothing,
Can get the better of you—
Trying to absence time from your heart.
True to be wanted,
Hard to be forgotten.
For if time was me—
I would chose eternity.

You are the one I miss the most,
Dreams of all your triumphs,
And those truly embarrassing frustrations
Just to name a few.
Youth was our ambition
As little more than arrogance ran through us.
Our year to rule,
That we had set out to master
Conquering all our feared obstacles.

We were the makers of our destiny’s,
Nothing could push us aside anymore—
Nor walk around us as if nothing else existed.
What is there to understand?
This is the card we were dealt
The path that our lives wished to walk—

My eyes are beginning to feel weary,
There night is near—
While my mind still yearns to talk
Upon devil’s toes
And nightingales midnight moon.
It waits for no one,
But yields as if wanting one to cherish—
Like ice freed from emotion
Inept to pain
My mind still wants to feel and continue.

For my eyes are weary,
But my mind still yearns to walk—
Where I ask?
To Infinity it replies in my dreams
Wanting to taste and smell all that come by,
Waiting for the one,
The one my weary eyes yearn to see

When destiny seems to fade,
For what its worth now...
Everything can only be counted by a single dice throw
Or however the fates decide to partake
In life’s only worthy game.

To death with thine open eyes,
And lips locked in perfections smile—
Part of thoughtless notions
Pass beyond my minds only ambition.
Take what can be mine,
Nothing more—
For my soul I own
But all else is merely on borrowed time
Simply trinkets in life’s game.

To live with you,
Is to be apart of everyone and no one,

Masters to our fate,
And spectators to our destiny.
Future to be watched rather than lived
Much more to suffer
While watching others die in a needless slaughter.

Our lives move so fast,
It’s so hard to slow down and observe
That nature's fury
Instilled in every human thought
Death, War, Bloodshed
For what...?

To justify the deaths of so many others,
No worthy cause can complete the splattered ashes
Of those who died unaware,
To those who know the end is already near.
Tell the people that word

When will it be my time,
To know who I am...
All that I see is the fear to close
Snapping and hissing
At my door.

There are no more people to help,
My friends are gone,
My love is dead
And my spirit is thrashed.
Tears are all that stop the horror
From leaving me alone.

I just need one day,
To say who I am
What I want—
Letting the world understand
The man that hides
Among these white sheets.

Frustrations in the highest degree,
Make me wonder why I am here—
Dredging along in a daily route
Taking me to places I have already been.
Seeing the same people
In repetitive alignment to this life I live
Within the span of a day and night.

To be with a woman like you
Gives the hope that shall never be held
Your heart can be no kinder,
Nor shall I shake your determination
To be loved by one—
And all I can say,
“I wish I could be the one.”

How many days have I waited,
Just to see that smile of yours.
Looking in your eyes—
I can see everything you are
And all I ever wanted.
But could I ask for more
When all I need is right here in you.

Like so many before have lost you,
Their mistakes will not be mine—
So much perfection cannot be left untamed
Where wolves can devour
My love, the one who means so much
To who I am inside.

Where shall I find you—
In my dreams?
In a club?
Of on a nice walk at dusk?
Whenever or wherever it may be—

Shall we wander among these dreams,
The earth at our feet
And the wind at our call.
True days and past nights
Will know these hearts
Our ultimate passions from within.
Hold to this,
With anything that has come before.

Such things will prevail,
Inside this place of inspirational hopes
Blasting and wailing,
Through the blackness of horrors
That calls to us
Within these nightmares.

I can heart the screams
Of those in pain, burned, charred beyond recognition.

(UNFINISHED)

Do you regret an event from happening,
Before or after it has occurred?
Can it occur to us that failure is in us all?
A path or road for all of us to walk one day—
Is that the way we should remember it,
Or scurry about life as if we don’t know.
The failures we inflict is in our blood,
A human tendency that cannot be misplaced.

Blame is a short stick to point,
That can easily turn back upon us.
So shallow and natural to the world—
That it is a must to the rest who come after it all,
This is the best we can do,