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Watch the world wind
Sure as the wind blows
Reflecting in mind
Of a place no one knows

A place, resting peaceful,
My heart chose to go
Turmoiled in soul
But nobody can know

Deep intense as a fire
Pains hidden below
Sullen worn out admirer
Of the things no one know

Like ever fleeting appearances
Effervescent, although
Lacking in sweet cohesion
A soul no one can know

someone like you

saw the sunrise

in your eyes

your love came

by surprise

never knew i'd meet a girl

like you

who'd come to me

just like you do

so cautious yet caring

dared to meet me while staring

at the beautiful view

i see in you

a beautiful girl

with love pure as a pearl

you are the one

who made my life new

from the dark gloomy skies

into the sunrise

gold horizons disguised

in someone like you

ashes

the ashes slowly drag along
lifeless like the dying leaves
freezing on my winter lawn

and i cant help but sing a song
to help me when the sun is gone
something in the day went wrong
and now i know
i dont belong

i just watch
and life goes on
going nowhere
see no dawn

no birds outside
no morning chirp
to wake me up
my soul is gone

it went away into the night
followed ashes
dragged along
a cold and empty winter sidewalk

i just watch
and life goes on

Summer Garden

good friends come
and good friends go
like good summers gone past
we're all flowers that grow

in a garden and
blooming with joy
growing
with the people we know
and who we've gotten to know
just summers ago

and when it comes to pass
just like all the last
we can all look back on flowers
rising graciously
above the green grass

and when the skies had turned to blue
and the garden had not a drop of rain
a flower could always depend on the garden
to stop a flower's pain

and the flower began to flourish
while the garden was kind to nourish
and love and teach and have the patience to wait
while a young flower was realizing fate

as the wind blows the blossom away
and the flower finds the way to the gate
maybe their paths will cross again
another day
in the garden of a Church
where we all used to play

on idling

i like to spend my days
idle
thinking nothing but thoughts
that will help me become less idle,
that will help me move forward
in the aisle of life

yet i cannot proceed;
my mind is stuck on an island
where if you bleed,
you bleed
and you're stranded,
standing there in the sand
all alone and
there's nothing but watchmen on the boats
lying down on a supposedly supportive
ocean bed

i stretch my spiritless hand out
but they're all laying there
lifeless on an ocean bed
i often wonder if they know they're dead
but as long as the boat keeps moving
at least they're getting ahead

Watchtower

I am nothing but
A watchtower, shedding light
On those who seek it

Crystal World

this crystal world
is a binary world;
first we live
in the peaks of the snow white sky,
and then we're drowning
under frozen stagnant waves.

our bodies thin while we
whirl in the sky
blissfully,
and then our bliss is
broken, and our
stone bodies
stagger and fall
to the bottom of the ocean,

and there we sleep,
at last.



the ice in the morning
wakes us up,

and we begin
to float again.