One

You and I
We are different.
And yet,
Not quite so.

When we are apart,
We are separate,
But connected in a
A distinct flow.

If you and I are we,
And we can be one;
Then perhaps one is not
As lonely a number as sometimes
It seems to be.

Phoenix

Faces of you, I don't know.
Phases of you that do not show.
Joy that hides a broken soul.
Sorrow resides in the unknown.

Void I fell into,
Numb, cold.
Falling further,
This frozen mould.

Voiceless wanderer
Sightless bird
Flightless phoenix
You now burn,

From these ashes, you will not rise.
From this furnace, the dark needn't hide.
Grasped in fate and fortune's folds.
Cast into destiny's hold.

Summer Rain

Pitter Patter.
The incessant drizzle.
Drumming in her head.
Drumming around her.

But the window is open,
Not a drop is falling.
Where is the rain?
Where is the sun?

Where is the giver of life anew?
Where is that which makes old things new?
Why does she hear it thundering through?
Why can she not see through the draught?

The silence resonates.
Mind muddled.
Where is the light?
Summer radiates with no sun?

Have We Forgotten?

If we keep walking,
Keep talking,
Keep moving on,
Does it mean that we've forgotten?

If we keep laughing,
Keep smiling,
If the world keeps turning on,
Does it mean that we've forgotten?

If I'm supposed to stand still,
If I'm supposed to move on,
If I'm supposed to make the world turn,
Does it mean I've forgotten,
Or that I shouldn't hold on?

Indifference

Rage.
It boils through me.
For a moment.
Breathe.
Free.

Instigation.
Provocation.
Rage.
I refuse.

You are futile.

This is War

I speak and hear nothing.
My voice thunders through.
I  listen to echoes of great men disappear.
I watch shadows of ages past turn.
In the silence, their memories burn.

The hourglass tips.
Time refuses to stand still.
We trudge on, set in our tracks.
Lefts and rights are all but one.

Echoes that haunt.
Echoes that hunt.
Echoes that cause a moment of love.
Echoes remain, echoes always.

Mind stunted, shaken.
Longing to forget.
Body, bruised, battered and broken.
Age can always tell.

Wisdom in the words of those gone ahead.
Warning in the words to those who follow tread.

Footprints and blood, no wave can cleanse.
Swords and armor from toe to head.

War, this is war, battle cries unheard.
Arise from the midst of humanity, dissected.

I will it to stop.
I will it to end.
I will fight it, to death.
To serve and defend.

War, this is war.
My lullaby to those gone.
Departed, they find peace from the broken souled world.

War, this is war.
Only sorrow it holds.
War, this is war.
Not for a moment more.

Before You Reach

You wish you knew what to do

Or even what to say

Helpless and burdened

You keep walking your way

You wonder, ‘Will it ever end?’

This mountain that you scale.

The valley may have been beautiful,

But it’s always about the climb.

You struggle to hold on.

You wish to give up.

You want to go home.

You’re just tired and rough.

Your voice is coarse as you cry out for help,

But not a soul will appear to dry your tears.

Then you quieten, leave every thought aside.

To hear a voice that calls your name, faintly from inside.

The more you listen, the louder you hear.

The easier the climb, as the peak draws near.

You’re going home, though a while it may take.

But you’re determined to give your best, even before you reach.

Blow Me Away

Blow me away, Mr. Wind

Let me fly on your wings.

Let me soar in the sky

That you see every day.

Blow me away, Mr. Wind

Let me dance with the stars as you do.

Let me see the world through your eyes

That my perception be renewed.

Blow me away Mr. Wind

That I stay here not a moment more.

Let me come with you o’er oceans and more

That I too can hear them as they roar.

Blow me away Mr. Wind.

That I may recall all that I have

That I may remember the ones I love

And bring me back no longer bland.

A Voice of Apathy.

The faint sound of help 

To a fearful cry.

A loud voice of apathy

That calms inside

It arouses naught but anger,

Naught but despair,

To see a fellow human

Cast aside without a care.

A broken arm? A shattered spine?

"Where will it stop?" I ask.

It's not okay, it's not alright,

To just let it pass.

It's not cool to walk away

OR be the cause of fear

It's not wise to stand aside

And exclaim, "Oh Dear!"

When will we rise to stand together,

Against the hate and harm?

Will our children solely grow

To count on shooting stars?