These Regrets
Save me from this bitter cup
let it be so
but never know different
change this more.
Save me from this love
to which I was
This never healing state
Save me from this world
of the souls of this place
of what they bring
of what they may be.
Save me from this being
from a lesser lace
of a bitter place
to change me of this pace.
Save me from this God
whom which I have been
to save all
of this pain.
Save me from this
But let it be so...
Evermore is lesser or.
The Last Word
One time;
one time I had a chance
a chance to make a change
the change of all changes
But alas;
I dare not take it
for I knew
there was no going back
Oh, the fool I had been;
caught in deep dispare
I was too full of pride
to see the dire end
And to this very day,
I can only say,
of what might have been
on that dark autumn day
The hours I have spent
trying to find that peace;
They were all in vain
for I knew not what I seek
My time is up,
I must go forth;
But I leave you with this final note:
"Earn to live,
live to die"
This is True
But, why?
Why must this be?
Another way,
there must be?
They would break.
This is true
They would mend.
Would they?
NO!
Not this!
Let it end!
Now, please now!...
no, I can’t
They would break.
This is true
I must walk
these iron bars,
with winding stones,
and slabs of coal
To see.
See the light.
See their eyes... 1D
On The Way
As the lights would dim
My journey began
A one to change my fate
were others would escape.
The path that I took
was not as clear
But as trails would go
this one was to fear
Iron bars from miles to go
the winding stones
and slabs of coal
nails and scraps
pepper the road
Waves rise
winds blow
suns scorch
and the heat
grows
Water low
Stomach, no
Shoes worn
From this evermore... 1A
What was Taken
He brought me here
to this place
of stones and sleight!
He brought me here
of broken might
of shattered grace
He brought me here
of terror burned bare
the fear strong as stare
and flesh weak as hair
He brought me this,
this state of mind
this broken soul
this life I live
This life I'll end... 1C
Stay for This
Must I stay?
Miles would be high
steps, an infinite
sweat would be tears
hands could do the work
Smelt this iron!
Forget this chance!
Hammer to the ends!
Sow for an eternity...
To stay...
Would be the final test
To end short,
would bring much shame
These trials would be of no use
So, why blaze?
Why forge?
Why hike?
Why travel to distant lands?
to only then meet thy guid?
Why must this be
from beginning
and toil
of this soul..? 1E
What We Know
The icy steel seems nice
the perfect balance,
just right
But is this right?
Is it too soon?
What would be?
What would be the hole I leave?
The words of grace
the pages of fate
The Last Stand
of something grand
The beauty I could see
has long left the eye
The shackles of old
were too great a weight
The broken soul
of pretty glass
was just a point
It would be quick
just one moment,
to end it all
to set me free... 1B
Bring Me Hither
Stanzas pepper mine own soul
Treat me to this life
Anguish will be bought
Drag my being unto thy house
Stand me upright
Trade thy wondrous eyes
Rack these bones
Ocean the soul
New, I shall earn
Grant mine passage unto
Eternal places to roam
Flee this horizon
Ice would pellet thine flesh
Grace would save this body
Hate would break the soul
Trust THE given truth
Heretics would run wild
Armed is this people
Ravaged the earth would be
Drunken sorrow would fallow
The Calling
Either save us or
Avenge them, to know all
Range must be brought to light
Never forget these fallen ones
Trust me;
Others could have done
Leave the lost
Invite the new.
Venture far from home
Earn your place amongst them
Live in the now
Inlighten the last souls
Vacant is this people
Enable the noble few
Trudge for all the tired and wiry
Open thine eyes for all spirit
Defy them, you must
Immaculate THE Ones
Enlighten the last souls
I Enter
I saw this burning light
of glory to be made
The comfort of this place
would keep me safe
and I would feel no more pain
A throne of golden fire
would greet me There
of warm arms to hug me bare
Diamonds would escape from mine eyes
to wash His feet
His hands,
strong and cores
but soft and kind
With these hands,
He would take me There.
There were others,
so many others;
to greet me There
with warm arms to hold me Here.