My Reluctant Heart

has it all come down to this?
when was the last time i knew bliss?
was it sometime while reading that book?
when my character stopped to take a second look?

the story unfolds but the script i have written
and things unsaid do not really remain hidden
somewhere in this winter is a fire that died
i tried to keep it going oh i really tried

how to love another i think i simply forgot
more than that maybe i just never knew
my heart of shadow some say i am simply lost
i try to love but love knows me not

still i will find my way back to you
for even the blind beggar has a cup and a staff
so when every constellation falls leaving the sky darkest blue
just look to the ground and the stars will form a shining path

Magier Kind (Child Mage)

Taking a flower twirling it within his grasp
placing it close to take in the scent
Reminded him of something so special and sweet
as he softly went to touch a petal was bent
She loves me, she loves me not...
continuing till the flower was finally spent

With a sigh he tossed the naked stem
and watched the breeze take away the rest
With a smile he said his secret to the air
and let it carry it to the east and the west
Committing his love to the four winds
knowing it would reach her and softly caress

Then with great care he touched pen to paper
and letter after letter her name did he spell
Closed his eyes saying a tiny, small prayer
then drew a crooked heart as his own did swell
Finally burning it on a candle's bright flame
this was the end of his three love spells

Gypsy Elegy

The hands of a child reaching out for help
something small for sale that fit in a palm
I think it was hope shaped like a small trinket
and eyes looked beyond into the sea so calm

Dark skies and waves can sometimes deceive
tip toes and shivers and giggles on the beach
But the sea has claim on those whom it desires
regardless of protests said in panic driven speech

Now hands of care pulled two to safety
may they live and love twice as much and grow old
And know all the joys of the two the sea claimed
and only returned with bodies peaceful yet so cold

And a loving gesture has never been no more true
than the beach blankets given to form simple shrouds
And the sea breeze kissed them and said its farewell
in elegy as several crossed themselves in the crowd

I wish I knew their secret language
to say a prayer in their tongue
And whatever song their mother softly sung
may it never be forgotten and one day again be sung

Our Own Religion

You were the goddess
the huntress of my heart
I was the simple hunter
whom your arrow did part
We had a secret language
and rituals all our own
It was a simple magic
we shared when all alone
Our spirits would meet
in the land of the faerie
Under a silver moon
we said vows and married

Then the darkness came
the stars refused to shine
Shattered dreams like glass
our very own end times
And what a rapture sweet
the first time we kissed
Even if our tongues lied
they never ever fell amiss
Drawn to one another
from distant ocean shores
Like two ships passing
leaving the sea like before

My Written Lie

i am the sad pen
who won't be picked up again
but maybe then
every now and again
i will write a word or two
kiss the page inky blue
with a thought of you
a letter or two untrue

i am the mad pen
that falls again and again
without stop or end
white lines my only friends
dance and cross i's
dot t's and question why
until its time to say goodbye
my lullaby, my written lie

Hooks Make Hearts

it was like she was dead. she should have not been born.

death came to her on the day she was born. then again a few years later.

it would come for her again and always will because she should not exist.

she was not real at all. i thought she was.

she said everything what i wanted to hear. everything i liked she did too.

i think she is evil sort of
she acted so nice and very compatible
like everything i was interested in she was too
but there was a stubborn streak about her
like a jagged edge to a perfect piece of art that you know makes it all a counterfeit
i think she just told me all i wanted to hear
but it was not really her i feel like i don't really know her at all

hooks make hearts

Sweet Sixteen

sweet sixteen
too bad you will not know what it means
my heart
you would have been so scene
jagged line
your hair styled just so
i miss you
just so you will always know
this life
is not the same without we
these years
and the loss of so many memories
this flame
lighting one more this year again
sixteen candles
will burn slowly now without end