Poems, Vol. 3 - a Collection

Out in the dark night sky with
this power within beyond containing.
Never letting it loose. Just keeping it in.
Cant contain it anymore so let the hunt begin.
Animal instincts and spirit energy colliding.
Battling each other for supremacy. Both
asking if I will deny the savior before my eyes.
Which one is my savior I wonder to myself.
This battle making my sorrow like a bleeding rose
that will continue to bleed forever into tomorrow.
Inside my mind is a serenade of haunting voices
condemning and torturing me. I cant get away from
this thing that I am. Evolved and immortal is what
they say that I am. Desperately seeking refuge and
solitude from those who wish to do me harm.
My mind is burdened and heavy with thoughts
and memories of old. My heart is broken and weak
and abandoned out in the cold. Trying to escape myself
to no avail. These claws of madness my heart they try to
impale. Stronger than the faith of man but I let my armor
fall again. Wandering in this world beyond controlling
needing the strength to face them. This power within
beyond containing. So let the hunt begin.

Tears of a Rose

I watch this rose bleed
forever into tomorrow.
Tears of red go down
it stem. Wonder what is
it feeling, what is it thinking.
Why does the rose cry.
Why does the rose sigh.
As the rose wilts away
I shed a tear and beg the
rose to stay. As the rose
cries tears of blood I ask myself.
How many times will it sigh,
How many times will it cry.
If only the rose could talk to me
If only the rose could tell me,
why it cries. If the rose could talk
I would ask why does it cry.
If the rose could talk I would,
I would ask why does it sigh.
What does the rose see,
What does the rose hear,
that makes it cry.
I ask the rose why does it cry?
But I get no response.
Is the rose lonely?
I do not know.
I hear a voice that says "Look inside."
I look inside myself and I see,
that the rose cries because of what is,
inside me and the world around thee.
As the rose wilts away it pedals start
to fall. As the rose wilts away I shout
please stay but it doesn't hear my call.
The rose now wilted away,
and I cry in shame of what I and the world
have to make this rose wilt away.

Simple Hopes

What are my hopes? My hopes are
simple ones really. My hope is that
we as a race will evolve into higher
conscientiousness, and see what we
are doing to each other and ourselves.
My hope is that one day we will come
to love one another like we should.
My hope is that the trials and tribulations
that we must all face hurries and comes
and goes so that we can attain true peace
and enlightenment. My hope is that the
bleeding rose will stop bleeding forever
into tomorrow. My hope is that I have
finally found my true love. My hope is
that the people of the world will forgive
everyone of the wrongs that they have
done to each other. My hope is that I can
make it work with us this time. My hope
is that the journey of myself is soon over.
My hopes are simple.

Loneliness

Here I sit in loneliness.
Confused of mind.
Broken and weak in spirit.
No where and no one to turn.
No place to run. No place to hide.
I sit here all alone,
inside the emptiness of myself.
I watch the rose bleed.
I listen to the wind cry.
I think about lives past,
the torment and pain.
I look at others and see how they,
live there lives in vain.
I seek somewhere or someone to turn.
I search for a place to hide.
I wear this mask to hide my true,
emotions inside.
Here I sit in loneliness again.
I wonder how to escape myself.
I wonder am I really alone or,
is there anyone else.
Who sees like I see.
Who hears like I hear.
Who wonders like wonder.
Is there anyone else or am I alone.
These thoughts and voices,
tormenting me. I wonder if they see,
what they do to me.
Once again I sit in loneliness.
I am without shame.
I am without fear.
I am alone as I sit here behind this mask.
Here I sit in loneliness.

Before Days Dawn

I fly into the night sky.
Running away. Seeking to escape
this place. I search long and hard
for place to lay my long weary
head. Adventuring into the perilous
abyss to find a place where my spirit
feels peace and my mind feels safe.
In my search I get lost and cannot
find my way back. Lost and tormented
by the creatures of the night. As well
haunted by the evils done to me in my
past. Frantically moving about and
and becoming more frightened with
every second that goes by. These things
within myself fly in and out of me like
an airport. The other sides of me converge
like a raging lunatic. Lost, broken, beaten
and feelings of defeat. Dawn approaches
the sun comes up and all of a sudden I find
myself back in my bed.