Those We Care About

in the hours of morning
i sit here and ponder
about the ways people are


every person is different
and therefore they have different thoughts
which would be expected


yet in life i see it as
a forming of two groups
well more specific, three


those that are in tune with everything
they continue life through harmonizing
its what they do, they are in focus with the world


related to them are the middle objectives
they walk and don't run
while feeling nonchalant about certain topics


while on the complete opposite
are ones who disregard everything
its golden to them, yet to us we see blinded


for that's what they are, blinded
they cannot see because of a certain anomaly
this which attracts them for reasons all differing


it is in these people we fight for
although they might be all together a lost cause
yet aren't lost causes the only ones worth fighting for


and in this it creates scepticism
on what to fight for in different eyes
yet it is nothing but expected


while the worried continue to worry
and the fighters continue to fight
the blinded shall remain blinded as long as they "see" nothing of it


find a reason for them and they shoot it down
with confirmation that its false, to them
they want reasons to be what they are


they have no other knowing its what they think by
lies and deceit follow to make things worse
and yet we fight

Always and Forever

hours on end can we converse

never can or shall it halt

together we follow the

same road that leads to

different destinations for us both

minds alike and thoughts different

we grow as one and

further on we shall forever walk

Licht in der Nacht

draws closer it does

with the wind at its will

it rips across mountains

and looms high over plains

the wind whispers messages

of secret into our ears

as our eyes are fixated

upon the vast sky

becoming day for mere

moments in time

they travel swift and brief

hiding from the darkness

that is layered upon all

illumination gathers together

to patrol the hidden valleys

that hide themselves under

the all encompassing night

mountains appear and vanish

before our very eyes

taking only moments in time

to become lost once again

Sleep

journey with me
down a road
of unspoken mystic
travel to the edge
of the world
with your hand
in mine

cheat and lie

see what may come

a woman gets stabbed

by a mugger who wants

to only acquire enough money

to feel his children who

get above average grades

in most all of their classes

thanks to their tutor who

volunteers at their school

every Wednesday after school

in the library which is

overseen by the librarian

who spends most of her

time hidden behind a

book recommended to her

by her friend who

is an editor for

the local paper that

only had the position of nights

which was taken by her

because it was within

walking distance to

her apartment

weigh your life on a

thread and hang it from

the higher meanings

does the string break

does it fall

pure emotion
released in
the form
of an
uttered word

hands smell of death

colored by the blood

that once brought life

water does no good for

it is deeper that

what is seen

temperatures plummeting

ice caps expanding

what have you done

where were you

why can one

not understand

the meaning

of the words

that flow

from the mouths

of those

who care

all you hear
is a scratching
it grows louder
as you make
the choice
to get closer

the tears we cry

only shows how

we cannot manage

the pain that we

as humans have

to endure everyday

the torment that we

put up with during

our lives shouldn't

be the reason to end

the once acclaimed

Golden Era that we

once lived in

cold sharp pains

begining to linger

as the moments

that make up

time begin

to pass

broken body lying in a bed

staring blankly at the wall

what has become of them

shall they continue or cease to be

they can be the only ones

that have the power to choose

i turn my back
on the world and
wait for another
day a stronger day

those that have spoken

of thought their minds

drawn close to that

of the open sky

out there

can you see them

they ride forever closer

to those who notice

will you dance with me

in the wind while

the moon watches

we shall let the

grasses create such

music in the

hours of darkness

Transparent

why for is it that i am so different, what factor is it that they posses that i myself don't? why must i be the minority among the majority? the factor isn't about a feeling of such happiness or liking ones self, its more of a question of why difference among the different. as we are all different with each different attributes, but why myself, can i not live through changing times unharmed while i remain up against a wall with nothing at my side?

Fill Them

i run as fast as i can

yet i get nowhere

i take a deep breath

and yet my lungs take in no air

i open my eyes as wide as they will allow

and yet all i see is darkness

i conserve beneath a mountain of blankets

but still i feel no warmth

i drink gallons of heavenly water

and yet my thirst cannot be quenched

Can You See the Black of Night

as for me

i stare at the moon

in the waking hours

of the night while

the stars above

shine like never before

as if knowing they

shall not get another

chance to give off

such a light that I'd

never been privileged

to see with the

eyes that belong to

nobody but me