The Line Too Fine

One of each body has said this line was too fine to be seen
One of oppositions that binds the letters
The other of attraction that separates the worlds
Contradiction and binary link
One of one
The other of another
Set from a date that pre-dates our existence
When ties are made
With the help of others
Outside influence carries a message
When we read we think of possibility
Holding it forever in our hearts
Until it springs
From the start we analysed the situation
The pros and cons
What out-weighted the other
How it would change the future
Instead of waiting for the unexpected
Say what you don't want to have happen just to please yourself when it does
Yet be just as satisfied if doubt overwhelms and brings false hope to life
With the future foretold in your mind you wait for the rest to come
But complications arise in a life to complex
So committed in life and in future events that are yet to come
Foolish as I would turn out to be
I would not bend over backwards just to see what my future holds
I am not inclined nor shall I decline opportunity
But I will take chance and with chance I will gamble
Gamble not life
Gamble not money
But gamble the unseen, the unforeseeable and the strength to make a change
Each and every one will see the fatal flaw
I shall see it as the bridge to cross
Blinded are the flowers that stare at the sun
For their own needs reliant and incapable
Beauty as they can be, wither they cannot stand
Held on for as long as possible
Seasons of the second coming
I live with others and die by unknown land and unknown people
With unknown cause and unknown reason
On the deathbed they shall stand
With no words to say and no words of comfort
End of the world will not stand on my watch
The world will stand still for a split second
And I will see the future
Cause the future to bend in my will
For myself I will create it as I wish
For others I can only influence for better or worse
Until my undying days

There Are No Words, Just Heart

There Are No Words, Just Heart

No matter what you are before it starts
In the entry you will be someone different
Someone with glee and with a smile that does not diminish
Changes happen in unexpected places of your mind
Nothing can put you down
Each day the sun seems to shine
At the end of the day
The sun will always set
But it will wake up the next day to shine the brighter

The next day with a grin on your face
You look at a face so familiar
As if those days stretched for years
Everything seems to be unrealistic
However reality doesn't wish to bite back for once
Confused and glad you continue
Each day grows a little darker but minute it may be
The polished silver forever shines
Dust begins to collect
With a little spit shine and it gleams as it did before

Continuing on and on
Each memory slowly scales down the stalk that holds the house
Slipping every so often on the waxy leaves falling faster but clinging on
Trying to keep itself remembered
It will continue to fall
To lose grip
To lose strength to hold on any longer

Rust soon collects and the bright shine it once gave becomes too dull
The food once delicious becomes so bland
Dust begins to come to life
Shadows grow darker
Lights fade to hide away behind the cracks left behind by the fights
Each menace comes out one at a time
But this is when the floor disappears and you are left floating with the rest on wide screen for you to watch

Each day of life begins to descend
Each note reminds us all of a moment in time
Each time we reminisce we are thrown back a step
Finally each step we take we question

What had once happened in magic
That which was so special
One who made it possible
Once the better half now walks away
You are left to rebuild
Brick by brick you find yourself fixing it all up
But even the construction workers are lazy
You are left to build it yourself
With your own two hands

Beauty Is From…

Beauty Is From…

...What an answer should consist of
Where the theory fits the facts
The numbers click the metal sheets together
How everything should plan out with every step of the way
From the first agenda to the next
Moving smoothly across one crevasse to the next
An open land that is undisturbed by man or machine
The lush grass and flowers in bloom
As clear as the morning breeze
No rain or hale interferes
As fine as the ocean sea
No wave too big to bring home the unseemly
Unlikely creatures to arise from the is the last to be seen and never to be heard of
Uncanny to the eastern morning sun brightly magnificent
Just as the western evening sun falls with grace
The moon could only compare in the setting and reflection of our star
Each gasp disappears yet taken with consent
Breathless with a smile
Blinded with a stare of pleasure in disbelief
Stillness in wonder not paralysis in fear
The combination to open the Pandora box
The key that unlocks the secrets buried beneath
But most of all...
Not words that are soft with subtle meaning
Whatever the word is
As long as it is from the one you wish to hear it from
It will be sweeter than can be imagined
Sweet dreams...

What To Say

What To Say

How can we possibly say a word when eyes do not meet
Each others skin soft to touch yet to make senses switch
Comfort in arms and twisted logic
Withering in soft sheets further with the heartache and pain
How is it we can read words yet we cannot read faces
Confusion from the smiles and the tears that do not dry
Messing with the hearts of those not near
Weathering storms of unfathomable power
Trickle of water seems to run down the face of those insecure
Heated converse and cooler breeze
Ended with wretched crows upon eyes
Red rings surround those that were once windows to the soul
Sending those roses sweeten the blow
Sending the chocolates would rot the teeth
Each second that struck
The hand moved closer
Each minute that passed
The second moved faster
Until both will hold close to skin
Flesh upon cold fingers still
Sweet rouge of colour wet with wine
It will curse the rocks to wither
The water to ripple
The fruit that once bear the seeds will itself bloom
Trembling fear or be it butterflies
Beat after beat the songs repeat
Faster pace and heated waters
With a spoon it ends and the darkness silence
Whispers surround the depths
Entanglement is end and the end shall surprise
To return to the beginning and start again
Let lips reword and repeat
'Til light dawn upon the sands and shore

Instinct and Disillusion

Tracking the wolf from the baron wasteland to the west fallen trees

With might and anger guiding you through

The bridge of humble accord comes to a stop

With no steps to take the last string to hold snaps and left for dead is what they say

No way back intending for death

No second life nor second chance to pay those that gave

No scene to farfetched to seem so farfetched

As eyes scan the area that falls beneath your feet

No time left for dead but the unseeingly eyes of my enemy

But hope grows inside

The rallying of the horsemen that come to hither upon their steeds

Still to life's hands we hold on tightly to

The fall of the pen has begun

The rise of the gun sprung the traps

The bears that were meant to be caught have over come such simple design and forged their own weapons

Holding on so tightly

In life's grip

On mother nature's own roots do we hang in the balance waiting for a hero to come

It is time that we closed our eyes and not imagine but in vision take control

Raise up not arms but hands

put down not life but the weapon

Put up with not the torment

and hold onto hope

Is all we have not significant

but in hope we have faith

In faith we have hope

In destiny we fear

In fear we have destiny

With emotion comes darkness within the light

So with light there is shadow

Hidden until the unset grows darker

In the time we shall not see

The fall and rise of the great deceit

Given the Will to Write

Time after time

Sat at the screen that replaced the machine

Mechanical as it was but beautiful as they are

Still time moves to dawn upon us technilogical advances

Helping and aiding but in aiding came new villiany

Scenery, scenario's, life experience

The subjects that gave writing reason for being

With windows that face a dark road of wide eyed menaces

Orange glows light up the lines that guide even the worse of us

Making sure we end up where we should be placed

But those have gone

Never to see unwritten words on the paper before it appeared

As plain as the one who smiles with no expression

Not pretending or false application

But loss of the ability to fool even a king

A painter can see what they wish to paint

A photographer can see what they wish to take

With each image they give a thousand words appear

Harder than just an image a thousand words to be

Finished is the art that are sharp and beautiful

An artist of words cannot paint the letters they cannot see

Lost for words and imagination is what has become

Hard to shape the letters or continue the flow of words

Cohesive lines that make no sense

Much to the disgust of the artist as the art itself

Looking for inspiration and bringing faith into the equation

Searching for the light that sparked my intention

The flicker of hope to continue this essay

The switch that has shrowded into the depths to wait and stay

Before discovery is made to return it back to its rightful place

Thanks to you the words have returned

No need for scenery nor life experience

Projecting a single light to follow

Giving a lifeline to hold on to

The winged ones will wait another day

If In Doubt

It is the steadiness

It is the soft calm sound

It is the ease and comfort

Ever known only as the crash and burns

Only known as the pain and suffering that it can bring

It was always a dream

It was always a distant call

It was always the hardest thing to do

Seemingly difficult to let out

Difficult to understand the reason why it is what it is

It never will be the thing you hope for

It never will be the delightful end of a story book

It never will be the unforgetable moment

Sometimes by chance it all makes perfect sense

By chance it will ever be a passed phase

It can be the best in ones life

It can be the one moment you dreamed to dream

It can be the very contradiction of attraction

As if in doubt you are unable to see

If in doubt you are afraid

Follow not my words

Follow not the history

Follow not the advocate

Continue on with your words

On with your lifes dream

Sat in front of you is the one who was, is and will be remembering you as you are.

Help For a Lost One

This is was asked of me to write and therefore I shall gladly pursuit this request although I'm not too sure how this can help but I shall see what I can write for you.

Contradiction works for every situation

Whether in the road or on the footpath to a destination outside our range

We can always believe

But understand that one perception is another clueless thought

You see a clown another sees fear

One wink is another ones blink

Obvious is also in the line of fire when you speak of such confusion

It is only done so when you think logically

But with every notion there is illogical thinking involved

Mensa could not work it out

Chemicals change what the result is and you believe what your experiment results give

You can say it was one

But to another it was something else with you as the middle joker

Maturity was mant to make things easier

To make your words sweeter and lighter on the ears

But backfire comes from the best when they change too soon or too late

What is hated is loved and what is loved is hated

Looks the same but stayed different

A smile is what is needed or is that naive?

Cheers to the drinks we once had in a circle

Clinging onto the memories we hold but thinking of possibilities creates regret

When the coin falls, it won't go straight

It hits the bottom with a clink that resonates in the sea of blue

Couldn't whip this away if I tried

Your lessons are for yourself to teach and learn

Never hearing what you want to have done

Make up your mind and dream of a breeze that carries away the instinctive ways we give and take

Your mind questions what you regret and what you understand

Clasped so tight we walk far

But only so far as to the curb

A lipful connection doesn't consent in further directions

But the blissful fruit we all try to reach for

At the top the apple fell

That is why the tree grows ever so much stronger

Picking it for pleasure or picking for keeps

In the end it was gonna be forever

and it is your sense that makes it not the collective minds around

Which is it that you choose to keep up

Likelihood that weather will come and blaze upon you and then you will sing

Remember hopes and dream only happen with strive

Motion with force

and trust in the smiles and arms that open and speak