Lyesmyth

Today the sun rose over a beautiful sea,       today I wished you were close to me. With the sounds of waves crashing the shore,       it's the heavens above and you I adore. In darkness, lead me home to the fire's light,       bring me safe through the day, and into the night. Chase away my worries, my frets and care,       at the end of the path, I know you will be there. The Moon sets this morning across the bluing sky,          amazing this beauty is, in my heart and in my eye. Chilled wind blows and brings presence back to me          For I so love my time here, by the sea.

On tomorrows eve I take a trip out to a distant shore Where demons cannot find this soul, they will haunt this life no more. Out past the bar of sand, yonder past the breaking wave. For I swim into a black abyss for my retched soul to save. Peace will find me long beneath the green-tides salty kiss. For on the shore I leave behind all the hurt I seek to miss. Wing-ed creatures tearing near this ill-fated life. They that hold the pain that cut's deeper than the fishers knife. Be ye not afraid of fathomless oceans blue. For there will come a time that she calls even onto you. And when at last the icy pain does find its way to cease R

Father, your face has become but a memory. How I miss you, your glory, my service to your majesty. Still I love you though you threw me from your sight. Tossed me into blackness, into the void of bitter night.. How I cried those first hundred years.. Called out in vane to your unforgiving deaf ears. Its cold in this dark, your creation before the light.. This black hole, this abyss where my demons take flight... Why I am still here, did I not champion the cause for our kind. To be true, not an brother in heaven has not thought my sin in their mind. The wish to face you in the dawn and ask you why.. If you deny that they do not, tis

I feel for you my velveteen flower.. Picked from your life's finest hours. Now you wilt, dangling stem in my vase. Your soft scent lingering and licking my face. Its as if at that moment that you were plucked. The brightness and joy of your beauty was sucked. I have watched you for days failing to gravity. Lingering in the shade, filled with depravity. Torn from those roots that bound you to life. Stuck in this glass cage to suffer such strife. How sad you have made me in this time. I never realized I could commit such a crime. For in taking your beauty to keep as my own. I stole you from your life, from the seeds you would have

Unto the hills did the children call. Voices hollowed rising then echoing they fall. Coming forth from the distant greens and greys. The wee people race forward to hear their praise. To the valley the Fay folk scurry. Delighted children is to whom they hurry. Flowers blossom as the winged ones pass. Dew slow to drop, falls on the grass. On this night as the May pole finds its home. The humble happy druids read from their tome. And lads and lass come from miles and miles around Just to find their place near the Oak on the hollowed ground. And as their voices ring out through the hillside All the woodland folk come out from their h

Tell me did they see it, The end coming near Tell me did they feel it The change in the air. Old things die and new is born. Time seemed to stop the fabric was torn. And as the village passed the children marched in line Slaves to the wage directed by the taskmasters tine. Most called it a fever some called it a flu Little did they know they were just receiving what was due The world fell to sleep lain in rows on the hills Those few left living marked their losses on window sills. For ten years they mourned they watched the graves grow green They gather once again for prayers to be heard, for a face to be seen. Now the

Dear God You painted armless beings in blinding color and they had to exist like that forever. Could they see you with all those tiny, scattered eyes? Or did they see only the heaven and hell of their own shining realm, anchored to the studs in the wall by a piece of twisted wire? What have you to say for the armless Aphrodite's? Those works of perfectly broken perfection in that which makes them perfect makes them flawed. How like are we the smeared art as your self. In being perfect you are flawed. Never to know mortality. Never to know our suffering. How is it that you, the great artist, is to never know the colors seen through a blind m

He held me close. I could hear his heart beating. He wrapped his arms around me I always loved our meeting. His chest was broad His shoulders, so strong His voice came in whispers Though he never spoke long. I told him I loved him he smiled and agreed. He asked me if I had any wish If I had any greed. "How can I- " I spoke "when I have you so near When you are with me I have nothing to want, nothing to fear." "I am safe in your visions Of beauty and grace I know no other wisdom Like that I see in your face" He held me tight with these words He stretched his wings and pulled away I begged him not to go Not to leave me fo

Your words, Strewn across my bedroom floor. These eyes tear up, I can't read them anymore. Its your memory, that keeps my mind company This lonely hearts bleeding, To the spirits I am pleading For release.... Release for your memory That keeps my mind company I sit and think, Its not to late, I'm strong enough to call.. Then the tears fall... I realize then Its not the where but the when.. your memory Keeps me company.... That's all that lingers here Your memory and my fear.