Darkened Clarity

Wake up O' child of the night
Shed your dreams at the break of light
For the darkness is scary yet true 
Each thought of clarity now renew


For the day is hazy and confusing
To a clear mind, may it  seem amusing
Like moths are blinded  by the light
The enlightened  dead struggle to fight...

As they, their inner voices murder with light
For nothing is noticed when in plain sight..
Dream dream little one ..dark is the sky
Leave the dead behind....let your imagination fly....


Escape little one into your space
Where truth and lies have separate face
As the bright world for truth screams
Remain true to yourself and your dreams.... 

Logically Reasoned Love

Why is Love so strong ..and expression weak
it hurts both the strong hearted and the meek
there is no path trodden and no path worn
the child called wisdom from past is born

for words don't quite seem so fit
to describe the intricacies of love that is tightly knit
Oh why does this mind seem so troubled
By a single word has it's anxiety doubled

Love is selfless ...love is blind
If felt by the heart and not thought by the mind
For the heart can show what no dictionary can define
 For it knows true love is divine...

For the mind sees only loss or gain

But the heart cries out when it feels  pain.... 

The Incessant Battle

somewhere in the shadows lies a person wide awake
"can life give far more that it can take?"
he asks himself time and time again
"no answer" cries every element of reason
for the heart sees not time nor season


the laws of love no reason do heed
warmth and affection are it's sole need
cries his heart but not his mind
then declares his logic "love is blind"
for logic itself has no feeling..and logic itself is confined
for not seeing isn't not believing
retorts his heart to nothing kneeling

for in the shadows they wander together,both heart and brain unclear
whether love or logic can coexist in people governed by fear!!

The Dawn Of The Light...

The still night is stirred by a gentle breeze

The leaves awakened from their dusty beds

The bats and owls discuss change

Oh!how the wind howls...it seems so strange...

Slowly move the heavy clouds

Now laden with their burden dark

Over the moor they slowly pass

Casting shadows on the sheeted glass..

In the night a cry is heard

Shrieking across the dead sky

As the zombie,so wide awake

Is trying...

Trying to cry..

For his mind, he has filled..with "knowledge"abounding 

But knoweth  he not how to think..or reason without doubting...

Burn... he burns those "books" of his

For they are not worth keeping

For "knowledge" gained is time lost

Is his heart repeating

All his life he tried and tried

But nothing did he gain

Nor did he earn the respect of man

Nor did he stop the pain

The pain of hunger that burns inside

For "true" knowledge yearning

 For deep somewhere ..it does reside

The urge for "true" learning