Symbols on Pages
A great mind thinks
And no matter the subject of his greatness
The thought is lost without our art
It is made with innumerable characters
That we have imbued to contain the Universe
It is our method of permanence
We not scientists have made
The human mind immortal
With the power of our symbols on pages
Home is a Place to Me
There are many houses, ones I’ve lived in
Many places where I laid my head,
but there are no memories of these places.
Instead they emulsify, and have been lost,
in a great mass of a bad childhood,
with bland details and forgettable names.
That place you call home is only so...
because your brick and wooden houses, are home
to you...to me it’s another place.
A new one, again.
A place without carvings in a doorframe,
one with no holiday cheer of many years.
There is no attachment
and it has no hold over me, these places...
that you call home.
Wars Among the Stars
Clashing like hard flames
Dancing, swift movement and energy
Their ancient masters guiding them
The light or the dark
These sides burn with heated strife
Their feud immortal
Galaxy weeps like rains
They meet, suffer injury
Creating mayhem
Fighting to keep the spark
Brought to every persons life
Fate like immortelle
Eventually
There is hardly room to breathe
In the darkest parts of me
I sink beneath its thick and heavy pitch
I’m not one to ask
And no one sees the pain
The horror of being empty
It’s nothing like the river Lethe
As it offers no chance to flee
And gives no peace to reach
But I’ll scream through the mask
And hope it is not in vain
Someday... I’ll be mighty