Do you watch me when I'm sleeping,
Lose your breath when I am weeping?
Can you hear me through my confusion,
Find the truth in my delusion?
Your eyes speak loudly
When my heart fails me
Your pursuit for love
Is faithful as the dove.
My strength that bears life's unknown
Derives from my being known.
Life is not without true love
What life is is birthed by love.

My heart suffers the battle of Love and Hate.
Inhaling Heavens gravity defying fumes,
To hit my head on Earths jealous armor plate.
What's lost is reborn in my tear drenched soils bloom.
Rebounding with a force fortified to mend fate.
Fertilizing Hopes systematically barren womb.
The bitter Offense strikes at this heightened state.
Plundering my altars, threatening adandonments loom.
Collapsed with fatigue, all I can do is wait, biting the promise that Love is never late.

Every now and again, something happens...
A light gets lit that dispenses the dark.
The eyes closed for fear are opened by hopes spark.
The day threatened by the storm is welcomed by the rainbow.
And you say just the right words that quicken my hearts flow.

I have you today, so I will make you mine. I will study the color in your eyes, and notice every facial line. I will hold you every possible way, and listen to everything you have to say. My plans to rule the world can wait, for making you smile is the only power worth its weight. Your future calls for us to separate, so while I have you, I'll make you mine and cherish every breath you take.

Is freedom born or is it taught?
The baby new, defenseless and poor, awaiting the truth it's breath has brought.
Foundations laid on brick or sand,
A life formed by trust or cut by command.
The fresh fruit of joy
Or the rot of ploy.
Is freedom taken or is it given?
The secrets of love give birth to this haven.

You can travel the world and never leave your own.
Gather the people and seat yourself on the throne.
The heavy pockets and echos of praise,
feeding the beast hiding in the hearts cave.
Insatiable, his appetite grows.
Swallowing would be charity, regurgitating self-obsessed woes.
You can look into the eyes of your neighbor
Know their hearts cry and consider their labor.
Sharing a moment, giving wings to trust
 Whispering to hope, maybe love is enough.
Strength arises with the gift of flight
Friendship undoing the forgotten's plight.

Alas the dust has settled, with no beauty left to see. All the life that was is now a memory. Time laments loss causes of men, fortitude and strength adding to the pain. The future decides the battles true victor, what legend will the children render.

I stand not alone, but apart. Separated by the wealth of my heart. Take me in and give me shelter, pour me love and serve me honor. My peace will enrich you, my joy captivate you, and my simplicity will completely empower you. My treasure is born from a communal chest, easily found by the soul in earnest, and shared with any who show an interest.

A legendary love.
Outlasting man's divide, giving death a shove.
His eyes boldly behold all he has forsaken.
While her stare piercingly proclaims there's only one- her heart is taken.
History takes note of a covenant so rare,
Begging its remains to give up loves heir.
For witnessing such vigor, and partaking in such fumes
Might provoke an ardent quest to unlock the secret of loves bloom.

The scholar tries to play the artist, appropriately appointing his lines, his words are potent and his detail divine. Perfection by standards, a gold mine for the vultures, and one more thing he can say he has mastered. His painting on your wall will not create a wake, and his words on your table will not leave you to think, for what you have acquired is merely a fake.

She wakes in the night to the sound of the moon- eternitys manifest of true loves swoon.
Her eyes are wide with the limitless sky- mystery laden with heavens eye.
She follows its rhythm to the edge of the night, remembering the promises of dawns daylight.

I can live without you, and get along just fine. I can soldier through all the things lost and undone in due time. Every now and then a tear might break through, but I'll remind myself that this is what the independent do. Hide away our junk, keeping emotions at bay, making room for pride to have it's selfish way. I can live without you, but I hope I never do. 

The peace of a man lies in the state of his leisure. Whether it is humble or glorious, peace carries the same posture. Now will never be again, close your eyes when you kiss that gem. Inhale the fragrance bliss emits, and taste the sweetness of no regrets.

I will never fit in your circle.
Too many edges, lines and angles.
Flattery will not help the situation, that's not what feeds my soul.
One of the reasons I am standing here, and you are in that hole.
At least you are not lonely, that would break my heart.
And out here, I am free- to approach life as I may, pretending I'm not sad that we have to live apart.

Out with the fairies I have gone. Be back tomorrow by the setting sun. Feel free to look for me, but with the naked eye, you will not see. For in this side of the world, you must have the eyes of a child. And your heart must be known by the beasts of the wild. I'll bring you back a song and a smile that will last as long as your calloused hands will hold them. Treasures from the fairy land only stay where they are welcome.

Time has made an alliance with my heart. Promising it's kindness as I willingly do my part. Making my way in the darkness, thankful for the moon. Trusting when I see the day, my bliss will come by afternoon.

I am in love with love.
It moves me in ways only a heart can feel.
Tremors of passion and hopeful zeal.
It breaks me in ways causing such dread, with worry and vulnerability filling my head.
Love is the reason the world goes round, why we don't give up and turn in our crowns.
The phenomenon of love drives men to war and mothers to their knees, "I give my life so this one will be free".
Love leads two people to a promise of life together no matter the labor, no matter the wounds.
And it's love that so finely brings their song to tune.

An apprentice to Love. Knowing home like the dove. Oh Daddy where are you, where is it you've run off to? Is it the stones you threw that have you worried? It's not your death, why have yourself buried? Just ask Forgiveness, she'll wipe you clean. Don't listen to the ghosts, it's your soul they'd like to glean. Daddy come back, all is not lost, we have eternity to learn what a heart really costs.

A son has been given.
A man and woman chosen.
"Guard this life as if it were your own. Teach him to love and never let him think he is alone."
"What you ask is great and we are not sure we're ready,
but if you trust us then we will say yes and promise to always do our best."
Another mouth to feed, another heart to hold.
A promotion of greatness weightier than gold.

There will always be an easier path. One that costs less and is painlessly passed. With hollow rewards and stunted growth, fulfillment found in an unkept oath. The path more daunting increasingly demanding, with personal conviction putting itself on the stand- begging prosecution to call its reprimand. Tested and tried true, the regrets of such fought battles, a rarely found few. 

Sail into the sea, where an unknown world awaits.
Take with you the letters written from the pearly gates.
Forsake not the one who tugs on your heartstrings.
Remember always the power that the decision to love brings. 

Walking on pebbles made of glass. Running through wild uncut grass.
It's peaceful here where you know your place. Knowing you don't have to hide your face.
Because here you're loved for who you are. Distasteful or charming, neither is barred.
Visitors are welcome, but rarely stay.
Poor souls are too used to being abused, whether by their own hand or the ones that they "love"-
their "serving" hearts a beacon above.
Here, no one will notice your unwavering performance.
It's best to leave that lying on the fence and come in naked, it's your greatest defense.

Royalty depicted by the point of a gaze. Excellence displayed in the stealth of a craze. Hallowed heart and humble frame keeping that which fumbles tame.  Beloved and formed in the shadow of a King. Betrothed with a promise far greater than a ring.

In the mystery the secret lies. Alone with the poppies history cries. Answers bring chains, perpetuating blame declaring a risk an ultimate shame. Freedom decrees, "There's no need to know, can't you just be!" Allocating peace for all who agree. Between the lines there's always a tale, but future unknown cause reasons to fail.

Standing tall, it's easy to see the ones who fall.
Living softly, creates a sway, catching the burdened on their way.
Revelation brought by senses, can pierce the heart or lay it on a bed of roses.
Perception can stop a thought before its deadly, making haste to keep things friendly.

A bird has wings, like a man has dreams. Confined to a cage, the bird has no need of them. Consumed with conformity, the man has no room for them. Both surviving, but neither of them thriving. Would their eyes take notice if a door were opened or are they too numb to see, blinded by their monotony? Grace sometimes is accidental, thrusting us forward into the land of fundamentals, giving cause to wonder potential and consider a plan increasingly questionable.

The gentle voice of wisdom whispers love is more. As the patience of a seedling is knocking at my door. Time will tell what sort of strength this fortress of ours will bear. Building upon each other, each dream an entrance stair. The bliss we know is felt in the moments shared together, exchanging unbound joy for age old hope untethered.

My prominence comes without condition. Suffering or prospering, my inheritance is provision. Circumstance has no hand in my capacity to trust. An urgent need for answers as dangerous as lust. Liberation has no voice when strong armed by endeavor. Leaving me the choice of a princess or a beggar.

I am not afraid of tomorrow for I have witnessed love today. To replace this wonder with dismay would be like asking a burglar to stay. Success takes failure to know its face, recognizing the imprints of hope misplaced. If I foresee the worst approaching I will shield myself with trust engrossing. Remembering a heart filled passed the brim, will keep the dust from settling in. 

There will be no walking away nor laying down of swords.
When "Yes" has been spoken, there's more at risk than souls.
The head and tale of history, rises and it falls.
On the shoulders of man's promises.
And the waking of the call.

Blue sky. Ruby red wine. A crisp white sheet. The grass an emerald green. Beams of sunlight peaking through the trees. The wind releasing a gentle breeze. You ask me to runaway forever, pledging your love as true as the weather. I tell you I am as good as dead without you filling my heart and head. On this perfect Summer's day we vow to do life our own ceaseless way. Never looking back, nor too far ahead, but holding the moment before it slips like satin woven thread.

A princess born, a kingdom won. A king who's heart beats with the sun. Evil watches with eyes of envy, keeping sharpened talons ready. "She sleeps in peace for now" he thinks, "but there will come a day, when I will have her ear so near, to sow the lies that will cause her stray."
Through the tower window, the king, he spies his foe. Carefully he stares, flooded with courage from head to toe . To be under such scrutiny was cause for certain certainty that his work was good and his love enduring. This princess born to him was a treasure of unfathomable worth and she would know his heart ached for her and the calling of her birth. She would laugh and she would play, dancing in the way that only freedom can portray. She would not be moved by the dread of the forsaker, but forever filled by the faith and confidence of her maker. 

Which captive to set free, in which cause will I believe. As I hold my babe upon my breast, breathing in her innocence, I cannot help to look ahead partaking in a mother's dread. Will she know freedom, will she know joy, will her heart's desire be employed. If it's true that love displaces fear, then to the darkest corners I will shed my tears. My heart will bleed for love unknown, for trust won and hatred gone. To settle the chasm between who is better, righting the wrong of the spiritless letter. 

About the time our worlds collide, you will be too busy and I will be too old. Time has not patience when its grace is forsaken, leaving the lonely cold. I promise to love you in my heart, nay to harbor a bitter thought, and to pray to the one who holds the sea that alone He will never let you be.

Caught in a world devastated by fallacy, and overdosing on mimicry, there lives one so winsome and lovely. She knows not how she got here nor whether she should stay, she only feels compelled to hide herself away, locking up her gift of flight, keeping bliss until full moon's light.
When all is quiet, she can hear a voice, speaking with such passionate flare, "Let it loose!" it shouts as whispers can, "Don't be fooled by what are tares. Our freedom lies within your hand. You must believe and not lose sight of what you know is fair and right. Stretch out your wings yon true maiden and fight this dragon that has you laden."
 "I am only thus small" she pleadingly replies, "It could never be me that saves you all."
"The smaller the better you'll see once you start, for you'll have to get through the cracks of the heart. Alone you are not, we are here with you, the prayers of those who have lived long before you. Nature and Spirit together combined, is the power you need to let yourself fly."

My beauty is mine, while you have your own. A picture of love for the world to behold. Acceptance is a door to a bedroom furnished with peace, covered and adorned with confidence laden sheets. Come close and see the reflection in my eyes is a face so true, a heart so full that one could not help but be breathless still.

Oh melancholy, how I love you and loath you. Your depth is rich and stirs my heart, but your weight begrudges my soul.  Your power not harnessed, a tumultuous storm, your wisdom descended from ages old. A kin to passion, you crave a space to roam. A birthing place of freedom for those who refuse to be alone. For us to get along, I will find where you belong and tend to you there on the streets without care. For travelers and friends, your grace does not end. Not one to be shunned, but nurtured and loved. No war will I bleed, for a fortitude be.

Steady, strong, selective. Faithful, foolish, fierce. Beautiful, belligerent, believer. Promised, alive and kissed.

A picture perfect world is alluring to the ones hidden and unseen. Their shelter is forsaken and their grace not gleaned. There is beauty in the shadow, intimacy to be found. For fame is not a dwelling place for feet on holy ground.

Sunshine or rain, the sky is the same. When the storm dissipates the constellations remain. The dreams that are stored there, tend to find shelter where, no one who isn't looking will see, that though what it offers is offered for free, the price that is paid is the faith that is laid on the stairs to be climbed one step at a time. The body must bear the burden of weather while the soul fights the shame that comes from another because the staircase you chose is hidden like prose from their eyes that despise the beauty that lies in your smile when you say, "I have found the dream for me, the one that shines above the sea, the stairs I must climb, only show a step at a time, but the height is what gives me glee. When I am in air my hearts without care. It's here I'm allowed to be free."

She knew he was out there. The man who held her heart. How long would she wait, how long would they be apart?  There was so much to be thankful for,  so much that was right. But the hole that tore at her kept her awake at night. The morning would come and bring new light and again she'd remember he was alone too, searching and waiting until he was blue. So she would put out her song and let her heart beat with its rhythm, when he heard it he would know his love was calling. He would follow the sound that lifted his spirit and gave cause for the falling. Together they would fight to believe that without the other there could be no bliss, until their eyes met and their love sealed with a kiss.

Hello. I looked for you today. I heard your laughter, but never saw your face. I smelled your fragrance, but never held your embrace. You were there I know, because I felt your benevolent glow. Were you hiding from me? Did you see me, and chose to be unseen? It's possible and fine, our love transcends place and time. What you have done for me will last me an eternity. I have patched my holes and diligently check their wear, letting what you've given me seep away carelessly is more than I can bear.

Love me in the morning and let me have the day. I will return, but the sea is calling. The land of my dreams has been flowing through these veins, pleading with me to give up the grey. I will go and I will fight for mine and for yours and the world of tomorrow. Bloody she will be but oh how happy I will be. These wings were meant for flying and this heart was meant for growing. Love me in the morning and let me have the day. I will return, but the sea is calling. The land of my dreams has been flowing through these veins, pleading with me to give up the grey. I have done my best to ignore it and love where I am at and even explore it. My time has come to leave this nest, gracious and kind and fulfilling at best, I will make one of my own and welcome in the birds of the sea, with the salt sprayed eyes and the tattered wings. The love you have shown me will not be wasted for a new world waits for all I have tasted.

High above, in the trees where I sit, the wind shares its secrets with me. He tells me things I shouldn't repeat, though their glory I could wear on my sleeve. He doesn't mind if I believe or agree, he only desires to be close to me. To feel my eyes when I speak or the tempo of my heartbeat. I do not care if you think I am queer because I sit above all that is near. What I know is that the one who causes the tsunami to grow, has chosen my heart to bestow his passings, and I treasure this more than your blessings.

 

Sweet and lovely, wake me when your gone. Kiss me with your lips and whisper you won't be long. Touch me and leave me, cradled in your love. In your absence, I will wrestle with time, pleading with him to sprout wings and fly and bring back to me the one that I crave, the one who keeps me entranced with his gaze. I do not wish to slumber trading ignorance for bliss, I would rather feel the pain and know exactly what I miss.

In my heart I know. In my heart I see. I could let you in there, but what might become of me? My treasure lies in this place, a bounty won with toil and grace. To share it with you I would be happy to do if it meant that you would be happy too. But what if when you have a look, jealousy sets its dirty hook? What if when you see inside you become so inclined to judge my jewels as not worthy, and in desperate need of someone's ruling? Guard this heart of mine I must, but without friendship its gold will rust. I will find the ones that will give and not steal, the ones not ashamed of being perpetaully real.

Today is the best that you can give. Tomorrow, too far away and yesterday, over. In the moment lives the magic of breath, inhaling the hope that breeds possibilities. "Please, please me," says the mind. "Please, use me," says the heart. "Please, free me," says the body. Let it be me that your eyes look after, wondering how we can squeeze more out of this life that has been handed to us, I know more when you whisper and I see more when you dance. Right now is what matters when nothing never lasts.

Where there are two, the victories of foe are few. In the night when fear comes with might to deafen the sound of friendship found, the one whose hand rests in another will find the peace it takes to conquer.

You thought you knew them, til they took off their mask. The face they showed you was part of their daily task. When the world passed out instructions, theirs were misunderstood. They figured what was meant was to "always look good". It's really not their fault, they are doing what they're told. Poor sight and improper hearing has created this nasty mold. Perhaps someone should tell them, probably not too boldy, that the true instructions were to "Love eachother wholly".