Stars

Hello bright lights

I see you shining

glimmering so peacefully in the sky

stars that seem so close

in reality, so far away

Two glowing balls

separated by years of light

yet one can still see the other

when space is as dark as night

so when your light went out

way out there tonight

I knew down deep

you supernova-ed ages and ages ago

So why did I feel nothing

if what happened laid in the past

the pain of personal loss

came slowly and slowly without duress

There was no epic storm

no epic tidal wave

of sweeping emotion

digging my heart into the grave

For there always remained that distance

between these embers of ours

so what of this night sky

filled with so many stars

why did I focus on you

the one so far away

what made you special

than those as bright as day

I saw the fire you could give

so deep within your eyes

burning hotter and hotter still

unwilling to fully live or fully die

Nebulous matter is all that remains

from that you shall begin anew

my embers still grow brightly

I will still wait eons for you.

Refrain on Your heart

My sword and shield set ready,

willingness to die without a doubt.

Let thee fight for thou,

Your heart be thy battle ground!

Clash and clang on this mighty day,

an upward surge of demons round.

Let thee fight for thou,

Your heart be thy battle ground!

If I am to die today,

let it not be in vain.

Let thee fight for thou,

Your heart be thy battle ground!

Through prayers I will try,

sleep tight, my dear, sleep tight.

Let thee fight for thou,

Your heart be thy battle ground!

This harsh battle, let me fight!

Heart of mine (repost/edit from 3/12/2009)

Reaching in, I removed

the most precious thing to me,

this little beating thing

all clean and whole was he.

as you drew closer

to take in your hand

this little beating thing,

it beated faster and faster

with each departing step

until finally it beated and beated

and beated until it beated to death.

But you cared for it

nuturing it back to health

allowing it to beat once more.

once again giving life

to this precious thing of mine

that I gave so willingly

to only those who mean the most to me

will ever be entrusted to bear

the charge of safe keeping it

from harm and despair .

Oh, but sad to say,

that once you made it whole,

you promptly gave it back to me

saying, no, no, no!

it cannot be the time

for you to be handing out such things

to people you don't know so well

regardless of your feelings now.

And, so you gave it back to me

beating in your hand

I saw it quiver and quiver more

trying to never beat again.

Now, this little beating thing

that I so long ago removed,

so willingly gave to you,

returns to that hole

from which it was taken from

beating less than it did before,

bearing a scar that reminds

the terror of stepping towards

the one it may have loved

for eternity through and through.

And with the little beating thing

all bruised and broken inside,

it waits for the brighter day

when wounds heal and tears dry,

but realizing that

wounds created this way

heal crooked through and through.

it was broken for too long,

and time is not so kind.

With a chip off its shoulder

and scar in between

it walks the streets bitter

at all the hearts shared among

the people during spring time

when love just waits to be seen.

And though it may never meet

another heart in which to love,

it will continue beating,

that little beating thing

until it meets that perfect one

to wipe away those scars

and make the little beating thing

once again clean and whole

to live the life it was meant to live

two hearts, one soul.

To my wanderlust

Who is to say

from heaven or hell

the decisions we undertake

are false through and through?

for our judgement

of right and wrong

should not be limited by physical nor spiritual bounds.

tethered to that subconcious feeling,

these gut reactions set forth,

motions upon motions

a guiding light

that leads us from our earthly plight.

Thus, my soul is still a wanderlust.

adventure be its name.

lessons I learn from mistakes I make

remind me that without moral strain

there can be no goodly gain.

so i travel through the woods of dark

to see whom I can find;

my life led by circumstance

to that i cannot change,

for why do i predict the chance

to see what is unknown

I should always prepare for battle

with whichever unseen and mighty foe.

for what do we attain

from conquered men

than just rewards and mortal souls?

but, craving still that battle heart

we loudly call out for any row!

though the battle is won,

do not fall stray,

keep your swords sharpened still;

let not that shield of yours,

emblemed with family name,

gather dust and rust from time unused

that one strike, a crack, destruct.

always keep at the ready;

for those who question your morality

will one day face your sword.

so sword and shield kept clean,

be ready for that battle cry

to which all men duly jump forth

to protect that which cannot die

the soul and spirit of the wanderlust

that guides each heart though life

and shows each and every one of us

that right is always right.

Be scared of what is known;

fear not that we cannot see;

for life is just a chivalrous adventure

let your wanderlust call out to thee!

Four + Three

Four plus Three...

Was it just a fantasy?

I woke up today

realizing it may never be.

Even plus odd;

Did it glorify God?

each with their own facade

discovering their love

was just a lightning rod

As seven approaches

a division sign poaches

Each strike

a cleave

back to Four and Three

this division sign

faulty by design

showed addition as its goal

threw back its cloak to reveal

two mighty holes

it brings hurt and pain

but can we stand the rain?

Rebuild that broken path

prove what we had was not simply

faulty math

who is to say

that Three plus Four

cannot mean anything more

than simply love lost, love scorn

I do not forsee

this change in we

to days that end unhappily

for love triumphs over the most

improbable uncertainty

So, can it be,

A treasured number of harmony?

a combination of Four and Three?

So it is written as our destiny

A perfect addition

of karma proclaimed

to seven the number

with luck exclaimed