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Struck

Struck (For Emily)

Love’s coil hath wrapped around,
my heart so very tight.
For somebody I have found,
an angel of the light

Wingless she still flies,
above and beyond the rest.
Her beautify knows no bounds
topping even the very best

Her songlike voice rings
so fervent, sweet, and smooth.
Like a river running,
my mind ever does it soothe

And even in the dark
when no hope is present found,
you hold my spirits high,
like a goddess crowned.

Descended from above,
a path unknown to man 
ahold you took of me,
newly woven is my plan.

So on and on you fly
your careful wings drawn out.
Are you not an angel?
Never less has been my doubt.

Before your grace I cower
lost as if in foreign lands,
I simply hope you guide me
please take me in your hands

and teach me your perfection,
show me your unearthly ways.
Allow me never to lose sight,
for you my Love, I praise

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Time

Time (Based of Hans Zimmer's Time)
Down the day, great heroes spent and spilt
An eternity of flight and fight and courage.
I hear them singing- but only for a moment.
Must I open my eyes? My oh so heavy eyes

The needed breath of light washes out my outer dirt,
but still remain the frightened faces, like scars
wrapped around my mad mind- it shrieks
for a fleeting escape to calm lands unknown, serenity calls.

But the glory plays on much like hope never dies
and I will march on with soaring strength to no match
for victory is behind me with the dark and demons
And left for me only, is light and freedom

Reason rarely runs, but as I steady stride
the victor’s way, away my thoughts slip.
Like fantasy’s fledgling my reality is true not,
surreal to some, fake to most, but headstrong I stare into life

Is there something I have missed, lost along the weary way?
For gaps and holes break the focus of my mind 
and my gilded history feels ever far behind
Tears supplant my missing memories unfound. 

And my steps tick on, though each second is too long
So why does a smile find my face now? 
The journey isn’t yet complete, and somehow I know
I have met my fate, and at last I can go. 

written April 27, 2014
Be sure to check out Hans Zimmer's composition here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0kGAz6HYM8

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Run

Run 

We will walk to the depths of eternity,
our visage bruised and brown.
A medley of alluring anguish draws us to
the basic brink of life,
institutionalized by inhabitants of virtue
or so they say...

Muddled, muddy days form a maslin
while the swift days are soon forgotten
and the bleak cloud hangs heavy
like tar clinging to the sole
screaming with each searing step.

We derive what we know from vision,
our eyes are scavengers and vultures.
We look to others, but see just a veil,
mystery, majesty, and malice lurking beneath.

So we make an alliance and agree to parley 
for only then can we truly play
our gray cards of life.

On and on and on and on
invigoration guides our grotesque spirits

to feed the flames of absolute oblivion. 

April 27, 2014

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Blind

What is it that we see when we open our thick eyes? 
Are we astounded by untouched beauty, or seared by caustic lies? 

But our eyes, see only what they wish to see
be it pristine, dull, or a stain, we strive to understand, unknowing

that a concrete truth is almost impossible to find, hidden beneath layers and layers of illusion
much like a gem is buried in stone, never shown to others, and lying alone.

Truth matters not, not in the game we call life
when a decorous portrait can hide the ugliest imperfections

in a sense an image is evanescent, and like a picture can be painted over and over
making those oblivious to the meaning behind the mad blend of color.

Some artists are wisened and know the game well.
But at the end of the day, you look in the mirror, and all you see is yourself

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Unknown

Am I a dove, a snake or a bear?
Like a bandage my words mend and heal
but my bitter tongue bites back
a venomous rage of uncertainty and deceit
and I feel as if I am fighting foe after foe
my thick pelt puncturing blow after blow
yet no enemies there are, within comprehension
or is thick fur masking my vision?
Be I a lion or a fox? Confronting fears headstrong or running and fleeing on.
Could I be the monster from whom must I hide?
My cogent thoughts a weapon concealed in my shadowy mind?
I fear I am becoming lost in the great unholy scheme,
a fool searching for the unsearchable with no success but failure
Unclarity is the only clarity in which I have come to know, or do I know nothing?
Perhaps I am a bat, 
built on thin wings with blind purposeless eyes
my own mind the cavern which enervates my very soul 
into this decrepit state.
However I am no more lost than all the others, yet still I drown
and gulp for air unfound,
the only strength within reach mine own. 
Or does it originate somewhere else? 
Perhaps those whom I hate I love
and simply poison their image within my understanding.
Perceiving the world through my eyes, all is gray,
like a wolf I hunt, my prey is meaning. 
But the harder I dig into these questions
the more deeply I fall, lost in deceptions.
Now I see something new and explained
I find myself through this mystery and vanity
I am oblivion.