Death visits us all
in the dark corners
and lively lights

those that see the light
have already gone
walked their way home

gone an easy way
after it is said and done
walked his way

those who wait still wait
for he comes no more
but sleeps in peaceful bliss

where heavan lies he sleeps
to breathe no more
except in a new day

UP and DOWN

Up and down
I listen to the sound
and find the door
that awaits the song

For a Friend

I don't know how to start
this poem I write
so I'll just get started with
'I hope you're alright'

I know the great pain
the sorrows and emptiness
that you feel in your heart
of sadness and lonelyness
fthat won't ever depart.
for I once lived as you
until I had
hardened my heart

I made my heart cold
myself callous,
my skin thick
now all my feelings
are as a brick

I would tell you to do this
(it might make you sick)
but how does the sun
not shine like a star.

So I say this to you
to give you some hope
"A friend is near
who will help you to hope"

I will have a shoulder to cry on
an ear to listen
I will be here for you
when you will be missing

A flower must grow
through storms and showers
and the next spring day
it show a beautiful flower

for it came through the storm
and lightning and thunder
to become and appear
that beautiful flower

So take heart and rest
and lift up your sorrows
to the one who will take them
and give joy for tomorrow

I sit here now,
to finish this song
and say to you, ever
if you fell like crying
or are as mad as can be
just don't forget
I will always be free
to help you through.

A Play on Words

To play on words
is to pray on words
and use them for
on serious occasions

Paradise and Paradox

I love and I hate
the wonderful emotions
So why should I live
in joyous oceans
and beautiful forests

Oh this great forebodying feeling
of bad things coming to pass,
of sorrow and unhappiness
and loneliness unsought

Oh how these feelings torment me,
and make my heart desire.
of love and closeness and friendship,
and a coming joy within.

I wish to see these feelings,
if they be true or wrong
to see if I must keep writing
or end this faithless song

Music

Moved by a power
known only to some
I listen hard
to what had become

Become of voice
of thought, and mind
and lost myself
with out a bind

Deep in thought
while thinking of nothing
I listen till
My heart feels something

My joys and sorrows
are left undone
yet I live in comfort
with nothing begun

Lost in the music
I remember the times
and bring the old feelings
I left behind

It may not cure ills
or save the dying
but it can sure stop one
who has just started crying.

Down by the stair
she had waited there.
In the white dress so pure,
With flowers in her hair.

I walked down to her.
She looked with those blue eyes,
And put her hand in my arm.
When I had started to cry

We started down the hall
through the large oaken doors
In between the pine pews
On that red carpet floor

At the end of the aile
I gave her away,
With a tear of gladness
That would help her to stay.

This was her most joyous day
and maybe it was mine.
Or could it have been,
the day she became mine.

I now look back,
on that great wondrous day,
and think of the things
I had given away.

So what shall I say

to you my friend

you who know everything

that plagues this dark heart

Goodday and Goodbye

are things that I know

but ot you such a friend

I know I must owe

I owe something more

because I adore

this friendship so sweet

that is so dear to me

So I say to you know

thank you from my heart

I owe so much to this

that I wish not to part

The joy of pain
or of long sought rest
can you not explain
the relationship

Dear things, as it were
cannot be bought
such is that joy
in each of our hearts

Laughter is merry
but can only heal pains
joy will heal wounds
if taken without vain

Happiness is just a fixture
looked at, once a while
joy may be locked up
but never can fail

Friends who are dear
will help shed a tear
with laughter and hope
they cure our fears

They sit there and laugh
with you speaking still
only to lookyou in the eye
and say how happy they are
to see you again

Friends who are cheery
but not a bit leary
or curious not vain
are better than rain

They shine like the sun
to all those around
give brite hope and happiness
even when there is none

I have a few
of these friends so dear
I love them like brethren
especially when here.

These disturbing dreams
have filled my heart with sorrow
though I dig for joy
I come out empty handed

Disturbed and shaken
I feel so hollow
filled only with
a thought of love

I do not know
what to do for this feeling
yet now I live
with it every day

Feelings are vain
thoughts are gone
so now I sit and stare

Of what is to be
of things not yet
of sorrows and joys past
my thought dwells

Present is only a word
with a hollow empty meaning
what I do tomorrow
is in me today.

With a feeling so strong
as to vommit when felt
how shall I describe
what I fell

How can you tell someone
about love and pain
when they have never
experienced the hurt

Can you expect them to know
of all the feelings you have
of all the lies of cover

Yet I find comfort
with one I tell

Because to express yourself
is to relieve your heart
of the terrible burdens
held up inside

You left me hear
alone and cold
standing at the corner
with no heart

Now I see
all of the pain
that I have
inside of me

I use this pain
for love and hate
but why can I
only love one

Do I have no more heart
than for another person
or shall I
only love one forever

These questions I ask
but can any give me
a straight answer
for my problems

friends know not
of the secrets hidden
in the depths of my heart
and bottome of my soul

but with one I have shared
and have gained some rest
but now my soul
plagues me again

for the rest I had
I must now suffer the pain
of the feelings gone
and love hidden

The draught of my soul
has emptied the whole
of my poor mind
and heart

I have now to blame
only myself
for the sorrows and pains
in me

I am sick on the bed
with her in my mind
yet without her
how might I live

She gave so much hope
and joy and peace
yet wrought a dark place
within me

My comfort or sickness
no one can tell
except the one
who knows my heart

This love that fills my soul
has given me these wings
to fly to distant shores
and then to home again.

I sit on this rock
and think of all these things
then I begin to wonder
of the joy that she brings

For who can know of love
of joy or pain or hate
without having fallen
or taken through the gate

I have so felt these feelings
so that I know I can feel
but she that had to show me
has gone and left me here

So now I sit upon this rock
and look at love and joy
and see of all the wonders
of happiness and peace.

She broke what I had
my heart and soul
with her they fled

She left me empty
except for a feeling
a feeling of love
a feeling of hate

A love of one lost
a hate for myself

why did I let go
what I loved most
or was this piece
taken from me

I no longer care
for this shallow world
or for the riches gained

what are these
when one is lost
what can these cure

though she broke
my heart and soul
I am left here
as an empty person

Another fall
again I stumble
only to get up
and see the end

I have no heart
that will feel
I have no soul
that will plead

I am falling
beneath this weight
of something that feels
like a lost soul

I have this lost soul
I am this broken piece
with nothing to gain
I am finished

And now I leave
this wonderful place
only to hope
to come back again

A place so great
that no one can tell
of the feeling of joy
that all is well

Then leaving now
I feel this sickness
growing up in me
that none can tell

A sickness of heart
a plague of soul
who shall ever
know where it starts

Strong as drink
or deadly poison
I sip from this cup
of mortal despair

Who can cure my heart
or fix my soul
except the one
who broke it

Oh why my
sickly heart can tell
what I mean
after my fail

but not be strong
as to even tell
the sorrow of my heart
for everyone to sell

Had I but power
to overcome these things
were should I go again
but to only fall

from these my friends
I gain so much sorrow
but who can have joy
with out such sorrow

knowing the hate
of love so deep
only can I guess
of peace so sweet

My heart that is shut
my soul that is closed
I live in this darkness
within my soul

I have no feeling
I have no fear
learning so much from love
or the hate that is near

with the feeling of lost
and no direction strait
I am at an end
that is only hate

she meant so much
but when lost again
I felt only something
that no man can

a feeling of love
that I felt no more
has released itself on me
to tear at every hole

so now I am empty
like a used vessel done
I have only one thing
which is but none

Oh, the emptiness of my soul
the shell of my life
were is the joy
of my previous days

That I would return
to long days past
and see the youth
of my child joy

But now oh soul
what can I feel
nothing but an empty grave
and hollow heart

The black of my heart
the plaque of my soul
how can I a mear mortal
control these feelings

Being ripped from the
ones who have not even
been know long enough
yet have become
dear to one's heart

How are they to know
of the pain of my stomach
the illness of my mind

How can I who can not
even tell my feelings
have a say in what
goes on behind my eyes

Living with such a guilt
that I think not wrong
but being blinded by
my feelings of the furture
and my pains of past

How shall I
a meer weakling
by sight of others
control fate to render
happiness even when
I myself have set
the trap and have
walked into it

Not knowing the power
of love but knowing
the depth of hate
I have found that set
between three, I
can not even choose
a better between two.
I know in my heart
that I must choose
and forget others
or have strife for my life

Not even a wound
of seriousness could
hurt as much as
being torn from one
and yet I have been
torn from three

So what shall my
enemy do to torture
Nothing could hurt more
than the persecution
of one of friendship
but should I not have
help from abouve

I say, let no enemy
touch those dear
but face me so that
my anger may slay them
and so be a victor
for not me but those dear

I would sell my life dearly
yet they know not of
my devotion to them

But of one that turneth
their head from on high
then let them be
dismissed from my heart
and blackened
out of my soul

Though I know
I must still ask.
I may show
But who is to know?

This darkness inside
can only hide
untill I speak
the truth.

For where I to tell
I must sell
my own soul.

Though it be dark
one would not hark
to stop their laugh.

They would think me young
to say something dumb
though I mean it.

That is why I must not say
what troubles me.
For whou should know
what would happen.

Love

Love

The light on my face
as you enter the room.
The jump of my stomach
as you smile at me.

Filled with joy
as you talk to me.
The feel of sorrow
as you walk away.

Such is the feeling,
when you're around.
Only without you
can it be drowned.