Disappearing Act

I stand amidst a sea of strangers,
Murmuring to themselves,
I stand among people unlike myself,
Blurred lines, where people once were.

A world unknown, an adventure?
Or merely sadistic torture?

I stand, glancing around,
“Look down, Look down”
Transparency, rapidly approaching,
Fingers, fading to nothingness.

A figment of my mind?
Or merely the truth, most unkind?


To the Endless Night

Run. Run to the guarded abyss of deafening blackness.
Run. Run to the beginning of forever and the end of never.
Run. Run to the death of humanity, birth of insanity.

Run. Run to the empty chasm that is silence.
Run. Run to the disappearing warmth and the appearing chill.
Run. Run to the welcoming dark, leap into infinity.

Run to the endless night, embrace its intricacy.
Run to the endless night, admire its delicacy.


The lonely creature.

The light reflects off of its face with a gleaming shimmer that can only be expressed as the released concoction of sunlight and moonlight with the glow of fireflies and the warmth of a candle in a dark room.

Yet there is a darkness in which it hides, peeking its eye out to glance at the world in which it does not belong. To glance at the hopeful surroundings in which it will never belong. To listen to the laughter it will never have. To listen to the subtle hum of people bumbling about, accomplishing tasks that it will never have.

There is no solace in the darkness yet no joy in the light. Alone in the dark. Alone in the light. Alone in the peaceful morning. Alone in the ravaging night. Alone in a crowd. Alone when alone.

It is a lonely creature in a lonely world. It is a lonely creature in a painful world. It is alone but perhaps it is better this way.

The Thorns of Simplicity

Simplicity, the world’s basis;
Is it merely the opposite of complexity?
Simplicity is overestimated.

We believe we simplify everything around us.
Why? Why must we remove the intricacy of it all?
Humans, capable of creating such elaborate works of art.

We believe in the “idea” of simplifying, all.
Life is so complex it is not simple.
What will spark curiosity? What will inspire creativity?

The thorns of simplicity tighten forcing us to fall.
Constricting creativity, suffocating curiosity;
Yearning to prevent any form of imagination from inspiring creation.

Shatter the thorns of simplicity
Fight for creativity, curiosity, and imagination.
Be human, be free, and be real.

Embrace your originality.
You are unique and special.
Be inquisitive, you are able.

Secrets in the wind

A subtle sound
a soft breath
a voice

It circles round
and stands it’s ground
between life and death
A reason to rejoice.

A never ending symphony
a chorus, living tales
a story

It brings a certain.. epiphany
the secrets of the world unveils.
a symbol of strength…Of glory!

Certain aspects, simple elements
the earth embraces all lost
The wind betrays all secrets
Fire and water, the endless battle

The broken man does lament
Battle earth with frost
Whisper in the wind–
Hide, in the shadows, No! The Thickets.
The scorching flame, extinguishing tide, flee, avoid the merciless war–
Take up your steed, the one of speed, the harness and the saddle
And ride dear one, Oh ride, from this everlasting conflict.

Meet me by the oak tree
near the stream
and past the living wood
I’ll see you at the crossing, Do hurry now my love.

The sun shall fade to sleep, and we shall sit and see
The marvelous world we live in, our own personal dream
I wish to dance for many lifetimes, If you dance, we could
Rest now, our secrets are safe, for they rest upon a dove.

The Withered Plane

I see a visionary plane so unreal
Its presence so full of grace
The warmth and love surrounds me
My heart has found its place

Suddenly the warmth evades
The love once present is slowly fading
The cold fog now encircles me
Shivers swiftly invading

Broken pieces of a heart now lay
Upon a frozen soil, where the serpent, slithers
The rigid air that once embraced me
A once surreal place, now withers

A drop upon my head
A trickle of hope, in a realm, filled, with despairs
Bringing joy to one, filled, with desperation
A reminder that life flows through toils and snares

Small, small drop
You must grow
Embrace the river inside
Bring life to the realm, flow.

One worth fighting for.

The softness of the summer breeze
quietly rustling the rosy leaves
rippling past the cool stream
carrying wishes from a child who believes.

The smell of sweetness in the air
gentle thoughts, wistful thoughts
gliding past the child there
a tiny giggle escapes.

Never ending peace
a hopeful plea from an innocent heart
a wish, floating through time
a figment of imagination, truth in part.

Do not dismiss that simple plea
did not the hearts we have, once hope?
take the time, stop to hear, stop to see
the sparkle in the eyes of one worth fighting for.

The Lost Crown.


Glimmers in the dark
flickers like a spark

Silver glowing
gold flowing

A simple glint
a subtle hint.


A rippling in the waters
the Siren’s graceful daughters

A wreath of light
a band of might

A precious object drowned
was lost now found.


A mortal’s deed
a queen relieved

The wreath of light
that band of might

A hidden crown revealed
now kingdom’s doors once locked

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What is reality?

Simply an illusion of perfection? No?
If reality is perfection.
Why is there so much turmoil?
So much despair.

Merely a world of corruption? No?
If reality is corruption.
Why are there objects of perfection?
Breathtaking and beyond compare.

Can reality truly be defined?
Who decided what reality means?

What is reality?
Reality is our world.
We decide, for ourselves, what reality is.
We define our reality
We are the kings and queens.

Define your reality.

The Saving Flame


The fire burning in our hearts
Living, breathing, scorching fire
With a spark this fire starts
Corruptions fate becomes so very dire.

Burning truth into our lies
Fighting, Stinging, dancing fire
Hiding in a mask of night, deceit flees from its inevitable demise
The flames consume all evil desire.

Renewing life while flames dart
Flashing, flowing, precious fire
Replacing icy molds with warm beating hearts
Thus the love flows all due to the pyre.

Once frozen hearts, have thawed
Evil and corruptions fade
Renewing hope and love reborn, unflawed
A change in humanity has now been made.

A dramatic renewal now complete
Constant fire burns within
Reminding us of what we defeat and
That the road we walk is thin.

We are a living memory of what once was
We are the small spark of fire
Yearning to be free, yearning to spread to the souls of many, it does.
We are now what we once did admire, the saving flame in our hearts.