LIGHT

Happiness is real

It's something I can feel

I missed the feeling of sun on my face

I missed the feeling of having a place

Light was shining through this doorway

I walked into it's warming ray

Laughter should be more than an echo of the past

Chilling our bones for as long as we last

Laughter is real, pure and good laughter

The joy is begining to fill us faster

Silence the voices which should not speak

Forget the things that make you weak

Life is too short to live in despair

Freedom awaits you. There are those who care

Light, life, freedom, joy

All these things are possible for us to enjoy

So put down your weapons, take off the masks

All this pain is worthless, for the short time we last

Hiding

My mind goes back to a time so distant

When the air was heavy with the load of whispers in it

Every truth, every lie, every hidden thought

All the hiding, all the searching, the confusion it brought

Oh how the silence screams the truth

In the sickness of our youth

A pair of eyes spoke of a worry

Another soul learned of a pain

Inside a heart, feelings grew blurry

A spirit tried to hold on in vain

Hidden thoughts drown our freedom

A black umbrella hides my face

So many truths. I don't want to see them

Memories have a bitter taste

Mouths say so little. Eyes say so much

So many secrets I fear to touch

That is why I am contented abiding

In this place that some call hiding

Nobody can see me, nor do I want to see them

If knowing is poison, then seeing is its stem

Some say I'm just fearful. I say I am fine

I close my eyes and leave the memories behind

Water

Life, they say
Has not a way
To exist a day
Without water.
Water, its said
Is life's bread
And we'd all be dead
Without it.

A thirsty child
Frail and mild
Who has been dying a while
Is saved by a pure drink.
The glass reaches
His parched lips and to us teaches
And beseeches
To love the saving of lives.

Another boy far away
Won't live to see another day
For while swimming he did pass away,
Murdered by the water.
Ironic how life
Can cause death and strife,
How it can take away life.
And so it is with water.

A mother at home
Sits alone.
Through the window is shone
A fast approaching flood.
Her heart fills with dread
For soon she'll be dead
Water killing her instead
Of saving her.

And so is life unfair
When we get to where
Our life source is bareof love.
It kills us to see
What it can really be
A murderous sea
We can't live without.

So were her thoughts
With sorrow of lots
She to the room brought
As she took a glass of water,
Next came the pills
The bottle did spill.
So much of thrill
Of living.

Her body fell cold.
The lies had grown old.
What was real had been sold
By the liars.
What seemed all good
Didn't do what it should.
This truth has still stood
About water.

What keeps us alive
Stabs us from behind,
Makes us helpless and blind
Like water.
It gives us life and takes it away
No brighter days.
No other way.
That is water.

Words

People breathe and people live
People walk and people move
People take and people give
There are people all around
But what do the people mean?
So much of the understanding
We possess is simply pure assumption.
Do we ever ask them who we are
Or are we afraid to make and interruption?
Uninterrupted, completely ignored
So many go about
Hiding inside themselves
As they wander in and out.
If you listen close
Their words tell a tale.
Their hearts do beat.
They live, they laugh, they weep, they wail.
They have hopes and dreams
But so few hear.
I try to listen
When I am near.
They struggle, they succeed.They rise, they fall.
That's what they tell me
When they speak at all.

Trains

Life is nothing.
Life is everything.
So slowly it kills us, as if it is death itself.
Purpose is a waning feeling.
Alive today, dead tomorrow.
Are plants for beauty or poison making?
Are knives for food or for our blood?
Are trains for travel or suicide?
Is life for living or only dying?
Is hope for truth or only for happiness?
Maybe life itself is a lie.
Maybe purpose is just a dream
Fading in the flames of our pain.
Are trains for travel or suicide?

To Be Alive

The longest story
The darkest night
The most painful sacrifice
The hardest fight

The most beautiful gift
The most freeing grace
The most monumental opportunity
The most pleasant taste

The most trying trial
The best reward
The bloodiest wound
The best in store

Full of love
Full of hate
Always too early
Always too late

Coming undone
Coming together
Never alone
Alone forever

Finding yourself
Losing who you are
Going the distance
Never getting far

To wound
To heal
To be numb
To feel

To die
To strive
To be alive

With the Sun Always Come Shadows

It's warm enough I do suppose.
The light is bright as brightness goes.
I'm alive and that's alright.
I suppose I'll be so through another night.
A new road stretches forth before me,
A new chapter waiting to be.
A new adventure waiting to start,
But why can't this sun warm my cold heart?
I am thankful for the sun's shinning
And this new start, this silver lining.
What hinders me from this road
Is something in the darkness of my mind that glows,
Something else the sun reveals.
Something that will never heal.
With the sun always come the shadows real.
The shadows of the past at our doorsteps kneel.
Though, the sun is bright and full of hope
With these shadows I cannot cope.
I wish I could go on, I really do.
I wish to leave this all behind and find something new.
But with the sun, shadows always come.
Sometimes few, sometimes many, but always some.
Close your eyes. Do not see the gray.
Where is our hope for a new and brighter day?

Nothing Better

Here we are at the end of this story

Looking for a new and brighter beginning.

It's been so long that we've lived out this chapter

I can hardly believe that it's ending.

But we can't stop time as it goes along.

Nothing can hinder its path.

Another day, a different song

To get us by through this world's wrath.

You are there and I am here

In another life than the one we shared.

We all smile to make the days worth living

But sometimes we still feel lonely and scared.

The new and umfamiliar has many effects.

We must all become who we are meant to be.

We must give up the old for something better

Give up blindness to see.

Sometimes we wonder if we'll ever feel right again

If we ever will have what we need.

What will we do with this life we are given?

Will we make our own way or follow where others lead?

One thing is true through all of this time.

This is something that many miss.

When we lose something good, it's for something better to come along.

There is nothing better than this.