Reality

You make my heart flutter
My pulse starts to race.
My cheeks start to glow
Seeing your beautiful face.

My eyes they sparkle
I can feel myself falling.
Into the sound
Of your voice calling.

My skin starts to tingle
From my eye comes a tear.
There's a knot in my throat
Knowing you are near.

My head begins to throb
My chest is getting tight.
Knowing this is a dream
That will end in morning light.

With the morning comes
Reality, You are no longer here.
All of this is just a dream
Confirming all my fears.

bROKEN

Broken hearts, love's deceit,
pieces fall down to my feet.
Broken promises, love's a lie,
puddles form from tears I cry.
Broken dreams, love's illusion,
sorrowed cause of your intrusion.
Broken hope, love's a game,
doesn't last, ends the same.
Broken sleep, love's the cause,
digs at me with sharpened claws.
Broken spirit, love of sorrow,
stolen now is my tomorrow.
Broken life, love is lost,
Broken now and that's the cost.

How I See You

Ever wondered how would looking at your loved one feel when you couldn't see? Try putting yourself in a dark room with someone and then try describing to them what they look like to you!

Eyes that don't see
see the things that you do
do you wish me to describe
describe how I see you...

Skin so delicate
delicate as a rose
rose that will blossom
blossom as it grows.

Hair moving gently
gently you tease
tease...softly whispering
whispering summer breeze.

Voice so melodic
melodic singing birds
birds, such sweet tunes
tunes enchant like your words.

Dress...rustling
rustling, swirling...trees bare
bare as leaves fall
fall, the colour of your hair.

Your perfume..sweet fragrance
fragrance morning dewdrops bring
bring back many memories
memories of spring.

...Yes I am blind
blind, yet I see
see you in my mind
mind filled with glee

Love is....

What was the sound of love? The taste . . . the texture?
Pale brown leaves, the texture of coarse words, fell from the even scratchier trees. The wind sounded like screams around us and we had to cover our ears to ever slightly muffle it. A hand goes out to catch the rain that was falling, but the fingertips looked nothing like your own. You wonder again, what is the texture of love?

Sighing gently, you accidentally stir the wind around you, and the leaves fall quicker. Was it (love) the same as the texture of lips, or more like the texture of a kiss?

You touch your lips tenderly, a little more lost in thought then you intended to be. Beautiful were the thoughts you encountered, but couldn't possibly be true; thoughts such as love didn't have a taste, texture, or sound, only a meaning of existence.

But everything has a thought, a texture; a moment where they could be played upon and tasted. You don't much like the thought of this feeling being nothing but a meaning that could barely begin to be described.
You contemplate more. Love certainly had a taste - the taste of a kiss. Love certainly had a texture - the texture of touch. And love certainly had a sound - the sound of your voice. So, you contemplate to yourself further, how could love be merely a feeling, and nothing more, if it has all these things?

Perhaps love wasn't a feeling at all, you consider, but a moment in time where everything is perfect. Yes, that was it, it was time. Love was time, not an emotion, and time was life, and love is what we live for. So, love is the reason for living, most definitely.

Yes, love wasn't a feeling at all, for one could live without malice or failure, but one finds it difficult to live without love.

You shake your head in a smile. How smart you really were.

A Time to Come

I stare into what seems to be
A void of emptiness,
My mind paints pictures seen before
They pull me to digress.

Before me stretches endless white
Bleak and lacking form,
But I can sense beneath it all
Feelings soft and warm.

My ears can faintly hear the words
Written by my heart,
That time has laid here, dormant now
Which sorrow took apart.

My eyes can see another time
A time I remember now,
That time we stood side by side
And made a simple vow.

To always hold within our heart
A place where we would stay,
Tethered tightly soul to soul
Waiting for the day.

When time would once more let us walk
Along our path as one,
Soothed and guided by the rays
Of a never setting sun.

Unseen except by you and me
Each of these signs remain,
Reminding us our time will come
To walk the path again.

Queensryche - Silent Lucidity

This is my inspiration....hope to write and think like this some day. Click here to view the video.

Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?

There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension

I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help you see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity

[spoken during solo]
(Visualize your dream)
(Record it in the present tense)
(Put it into a permanent form)
(If you persist in your efforts)
(You can achieve dream control)
(Dream control)
(How's that then, better?)
(Hug me)

If you open your mind for me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but...

I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help to see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you....