Elements stronger than wind,
Can find the hope from the soul within.
Eternal darkness is changed to light,
Through the long struggle and the endless fight.
Each day one more piece of the puzzle is found,
And I listen to life and its infinite sound.
Death surrounds me, but I cannot give in,
Hope will be with me until the end.
The love I know here, now on earth,
May someday give way to a brand new birth;
But I will be ready if I hear not a voice,
It is not a consequence nor a choice.
An eventuality, some would say,
But I'll just take it day by day.

Gone again, but not for long,
The intermittence is like a song,
Sung long ago by someone unknown,
She must have felt so very alone.
I feel the same, but different though,
For you're not the one she waited for.
Love is like a old recipe,
It only works if followed carefully,
But watered down won't make it grow,
It spreads too thin the trust you know.
The day is gone, yet another near,
I think it's your voice on the wind I hear.
Take to heart what you feel,
It will be your strongest shield,
And save the thoughts of yesterday,
To shine light on another day.

Silence is a virtue,
Though I don't know why,
A wise man may have said it,
But to whom does it apply?
To the oak tree in the meadow?
Or the flowers in the field?
To you and me silence offers,
Nothing but a shield.
A shield of empty words,
That echo in the night.
A shield no one can see through,
Even if they try.

Virtuous in essence;
I'm sure that was his thought.
Silence can be beautiful,
But between us, it's just not.
Language breaks the silence,
Like the dawn breaks the night,
Giving a foundation,
For us to set things right.
Given as a gift, the choice is yours to say,
Whether you use it or just throw it away.

Sitting there is silence,
I wonder where you are,
If you'd only tell me,
We will have come so far.
With my life before me,
I hope that I can say,
Each day is worthy of remembering,
Even in the most simple way;
A smile from a stranger,
Or a hug from a friend.
Those things are silent,
But do not try to end,
The communication between two people,
Who struggle so hard each day,
With the problems life's created,
And the emotions in the way.

Conceived by only words,
Are the feelings deep inside,
Those words help to reveal,
Things your heart tries to hide.
It may all sound so simple,
Because they're only words,
Silence may be virtuous,
But to me, that sounds absurd.

Though Destiny may part our ways,
And separate us from today,
She has a way of knowing when,
To end it now or start again.
Life is forever hers to hold,
As every day we see unfold,
Amongst the chaos, hope and fear,
It is not she who shed the tear,
But us who all in turn,
Make of ourselves what we learn.
A tattered book from long ago,
May still have so much to show,
Of life today within our time,
Like a distant bell without a chime,
Which goes unheard for lack of sound,
Just like the world we never found.

Though Knowledge is the root of all,
Along with it we sometimes fall,
But Wisdom is the soul within,
And lets us stand on our own again.
You may say you need it not,
But for it, many a man has fought.
Through years of anger, pain and hate,
Yes, then we stand and call it fate.
But fate alone is just a word,
Without the thoughts that go unheard.

Along with the tree, Knowledge blows away,
Taking with it, the promise of today.
It's roots are not in solid ground;
Branches are all that will be found,
If not for the spark in the young boy's mind,
Or the glimmer in the smile of the man walking by,
Would there be enough hope to Wisdom sustain,
To have enough Knowledge to extinguish the pain.

Though fate may string us all along,
And finally circle round,
Down the path of life we stroll,
Never on solid ground.
The foundation of the soul within,
Was built so long ago,
Though some would say if born again,
It will truly become whole.

I believe I've found the truth,
To mysteries unknown,
Looking past the darkness now,
To see what's clearly shown.
Accepting knowledge graciously,
And holding it so dear.
Voices are so meaningless,
Unless someone is there to hear.

I feel so overwhelmed at times,
Not knowing what to do.
Life holds so many mysteries,
That no one can see through.
Letting go of wondering,
Would surely be our fall.
It's probably right within our view,
Or right inside us all.

A precious thought, a memory, a friend that has passed on,
Make life more intriguing,
For the soul to carry on.
Don't stop asking questions,
If you really want to know,
Or you'll go on unanswered,
With nothing left to show.

Believe in what you need to,
Accepting what is gone,
Dream of how it feels to live,
Above the gleaming dawn.

A ritual of faith,
Carried on from generations past,
It's the people that believe in it,
That will always make it last.
And when I look around me,
I know there's something more,
Than what I can conceive of,
Behind the open door.

A silhouette in the misty air,
Made of images that aren't really there,
Drifting by the open sea,
Suddenly time seems to carry me,
To a place without a well-known name,
All the feelings that you can't attain,
Can be found here in a different form,
You feel the cold, but then feel the warmth;
The warmth of love that's passed you by,
Now you can keep it and want to cry,
But hold back the tears for another day,
There's too much for one to say,
If love will keep you holding on,
And when you pass, is that love gone?

A sound, a smell, a vision far,
Can they be who you are?
Created from the heavens high,
Given life, then left to die.
The pain of loss is eternal now,
Will it ever pass somehow?
Slowly time will wear away,
The visions you had of yesterday.
A flower blooming in the field,
You see it; use it as your shield,
To let you feel the world without,
The emptiness and the doubt,
More than once befallen man,
Who wondered why and took a stand,
Against the mystery of his fate,
Which dragged him down like an eternal weight.
Breathe in the air that's all around,
And remember always what you found.

Let me ask you once again,
Will you now, or did you then?
Open your soul for all to see,
Or are you afraid of what will be?
Ask again the same thing now,
But look inside and wonder how,
The complexity of life within,
Can exist now and later end.
No, I think there's something more,
Reaching out for the unopened door;
It might take longer than we thought,
But I'd rather know, than say I'm not,
One whose spirit has flown so high,
That the clouds themselves I have passed by.
Perish the thought of not living free,
Under the reign of what could be.

Alive with thoughts of empty dreams,
Oh how meaningless it all does seem,
But then the flicker of light shines in,
Letting you know just where to begin.
One step at a time is all it takes,
Some have said, but did they know the stakes?
To live a life with just one path,
Of course, death would be the aftermath.
Responsibility, I guess would be,
The essence of humanity.
Sad, but true, I accept this fate,
And live the challenge of another day.

Beyond the depths of the human mind,
I think that's when we will find,
The answers to the mysteries,
That in this life must simply be.
No explanation could define,
The questions passed down by time.
From distant lands to here at home,
The longing mind will forever roam.
Science is an amazing gift,
Given to man by his own spirit,
To understand the world around,
Complicating what we've found.
Meaning is the end result,
To life there is constant doubt.

A rose, its petals wilted and torn,
Representing a passing storm,
Scented by lovers from past in time,
The perfume lingers on my mind,
Like a dust covered album of the days gone by,
When you see it, sometimes you'll cry;
Though a smile occasionally trickles in,
Bringing a sense of happiness again.
I need not another to be thankful for you,
Every day brings feelings so very new,
That rose that existed only a moment to see,
Will last in our memories for eternity.

Inspired by the world around,
To wonder every day,
If the love I know I've found,
Is really here to stay.

Sustained by the eternal soul,
To be the one I am;
Finally feeling as a whole,
That part of me again.

Carried by the hope of life,
I see you looking far,
At the mysteries of night;
I wonder where you are.

Burdened by the acts of man,
He knows not what he's done,
He looked, he saw and finally ran,
A new life has begun.

Summoned from a far off land,
I've never seen before,
I reach blindly for a helping hand,
And then wash up on your shore.

Un milagro is a miracle,
The language matters not,
The man that lives anyway,
In spite of the shot,
That pierced his body inward,
And inflicted floods of pain,
Life continued onward,
El milagro has sustained.

To amazement you have witnessed,
No explanation will arise,
Acceptance is the answer,
And it shows in your eyes.
An avalanche has fallen,
And claimed a life or two,
The miracle that happens,
Will save just me and you.

Wondering only makes things worse,
Then hope evades that space,
Inward through the human soul,
It's a never ending race.

Who will cross the finish line,
With victory achieved;
Who will straggle on behind,
Wishing they'd believed?

Dangerous is wishing hard,
For something out of reach,
Unattainable are the things,
Other men do preach.

Wanting is considered sin,
When demonstrated to excess,
Moderated and less extreme,
It guarantees success.

Perfection is a myth,
It never will appear,
Pushing onward through your life,
It's always there to fear.

Suspended for a moment,
I feel not the breeze,
Blowing through the world around;
Then at last I feel the peace.

Peace of heavens far away,
No man can tell this tale,
Maybe for a minute or two,
But his heart will not yet fail.

Captured by the passion gone,
Known to others well,
Without the hope of Heaven,
Living would be Hell.

Gently blowing overhead,
A faint voice can be heard,
But the wind blowing all around,
Muffles the true word.

Lost forever in the soul,
Of a man past on through faith,
Clinging to stories past,
The truth is never safe.

I remember the expression on her face.
It was only a simple act.
She believed in me with out a trace;
Of the hatred that had passed.
A candle flickered in the window,
Reminding me of night,
The smell of timber in the air,
Which then provided light.
The air was stagnant but comforting,
And the sky not yet gray,
In my mind I could release,
Just what I had to say.
But fear gripped my speech that night,
And prejudice prevailed,
I left her to fight alone,
Now sadness is my veil.

A corridor of fallen shadows,
Glistening with chilling fear;
Desperately clinging to withering hope;
The end will soon be near.

Risen from an eerie mist,
Alive with life's glory,
Though it lived so long ago,
In someone else's story.

Rekindled in our present age,
Though the aftermath remains,
We struggle through the living years,
Just as if we have no shame.

The breeze trickled by one day as we talked,
It added lightness to the togetherness we shared.
Tickling my skin like a feather fallen from the clouds,
I turned to you and felt alone.

I sense an urgency in you now;
I no longer feel the awareness once there.
Dependency, I think it ill suits you.
Maybe from within you'll find the truth and see.

The breeze remains, but only as a reminder.
Its softness I no longer feel in its touch.
Carrying so many loves on its wings;
It only circles round, but never fades.

A name once passed over me,
I cannot seem to recall.
Faded in my memory;
Like a child's favorite doll.
Tugging away at the rusty lock,
Trapped behind a life passed by,
Discovered again; an awful shock,
In the setting of today I cry.

The image of a smile so faded,
Like the edges of an ancient scroll,
Its strength weakened by every day passing,
The image now has no home.

The present day seems just a myth,
The reality lessened by life's circumstance,
Struggles seem endless and overpowering;
So scared just to take a chance.

You never really see me;
Symbols of emotion now pass unrecognized,
Something in you fading;
You won't look into my eyes.

Yes, I understand that feeling;
Afraid of what you might see;
If you venture past the threshold,
You might really have to know me.

A figure of a noble man passed on through the ages,
Weakened by generations past who came in different stages.
Discipline by example is our motto now,
But our example is quickly fading, leaving us asking how.

We stand for all upheld by law of tradition now so strong,
Knowing what we stand for, means admitting when we're wrong.
Although not so noble may we be each and every day,
We respect the authority of life and carry on in that way.

To protect and serve is an honor, but a decision hard to make,
For we know if we do it well, our lives may be at stake.
Accepting flaws of humanity is the easier of our tasks,
Correcting them all is an impossibility behind man's frightened mask.

Finally I have realized,
That life is not a trial;
Burdened by the weight of thought,
I want to rest a while.

Given life by Freedom's will,
And dragged down by her laws;
Reaching out in search of hope,
Yet, in sight there is no cause.

Time taken for the little things,
That some are blind to see;
They mean more than the preacher said;
In the end, they set you free.

Reach for it, though unattainable by concept.
Dream of it, though impractical to life.
Remember it, though painful to recall.
And then live within your thoughts today.

Dreams too unrealistic to explain,
Passages of time too heavy to carry;
Almost like no one else knows,
Yet someone will understand.

It wasn't long, I must admit,
But I think it gave me hope;
A certain sort of worldliness,
I know my mind awoke.

Mesmerized by differences,
Anyone could plainly see.
I absorbed them all and realized,
That it was destiny.

Shining bright on the peak of dawn,
Something inside me knew,
This place was meant to captivate,
The souls of very few.
Thoughts of her release my mind,
To wonder far away,
Melting time away so fast,
It seems like yesterday.

A melody of humming voices;
Blended together to form one.
Identities lost within a sea of ideas,
And passion floating endlessly on the tides.

A new sound breaks the melody,
Drifting closer yet far away.
I cannot follow any longer;
We need to let go.

In deeper this time than I ever imagined,
Chasing a notion of unreality.
Pulled down by a surge of unconscious thought,
Just barely escaping from destiny.

Almost too far to see;
Set your sights closer to home.
Within your touch is where I'll be;
I don't have far to roam.

The dream I'm in is more comforting,
Than what I know while awake.
Yet, living allows those dreams to exist,
If only for your sake.

Almost to the crest of understanding,
Though slipping slowly from the peak,
Clinging to knowledge of the past,
Feeling every day more weak.

The internal motion dampered by failure,
The outlook is so bleak.
Praying for a spark of inspiration,
Yet too scared to actually speak.

Then I feel the force of my remaining days,
And want to live them free,
Holding on to this vision,
I keep looking for the real me.

Crystallized moments of long ago.
We read them every day;
The feelings are much different now,
But no one is here to say.

The accuracy of time elapsed,
Will never find its place,
To the hearts of readers now,
In the form of facts erased.

Spaces filled with possibility;
Liberty not applying to you;
Prosperity glides over your head,
And frustration remains your companion.

A decision made on impulse;
A wealth of confidence invades your soul.
Should you share it with me,
Or should I try to find my own?

Equality of opportunity somehow abstract,
And possibility of comprehension lessened each day;
Only as a reminder of our lack of determination;
Happiness doesn't come in a bottle.

People who have known each other for so long,
Yet they sit as strangers with nothing left to know.
No more mystery surrounding the other,
And passion is lost in the memories of yesterday.

Once happy together, neutrality is now the sentiment shared.
Intensity of love turned into mutual toleration.
Wanting faded now, they pass unnoticed.
Breathing in and out, in and out...

Believing in you I plan my future;
Without the thought of you my thoughts are lost.
Yet I have myself to depend on;
I have not lost my identity.

Identified by your soft, soothing voice;
Calmness sticks to you like the moist air,
And I am the positive side of the magnet;
But you are not the negative.

Negative would make us exactly opposite;
In many ways, I suppose it is true.
You don't stick too well; easily persuaded;
Sometimes too easily.

But, perfection is parallel and intersecting;
Contradiction seems easier to support.
We are happy...most of the time,
And we stick together through it all.

Answers are hard to accept;
They offer no consolation.
Justification for thoughts unexplained;
It rarely occurs for the average person.

Oh, but then you must define average.
Again, an answer not widely accepted.
No one knows, so guesses fill the gaps;
Average seems only a distorted concept.

Disregarding appearance; I think would be easier.
Less to judge; less to criticize.
At one within our own lives;
Can we ever cross paths?

Trapped out of practicality;
Dreams too unsure to peruse;
Strength only enough to get by,
And fading with each oppressive hour.
Smothered by facts and calculations;
Creativity smoldering; not aloud to burn,
Passion held back because it is out of place;
True love is unattainable like this.

Ribbons of falsity, dangling, swaying in the breeze;
Caught on branches and torn by the elements.
All the colors are fading; once so bright;
Reds, greens, yellows; mingling into one, ugly shade.

The wind slows and the ribbons sway gently, but they can not break free.
They are trapped with their washed-out colors, tangled together in knots;
Spirits lost amongst them in the madness of our world;
Like the colors of the ribbons; gently fading away.

You are so beautiful.
Like a wild flower untamed and unknowing.
Hate never touches you, yet you are always alone.
A spirit so wild and mystical; almost fearless.
Then you drift away, like the angry tides of a storm;
Carried out to sea by the thrashing waves.
You do not understand what surrounds you;
So beautiful, yet you do not care.
It needs nurturing to grow, and you run away.
Your ignorance defeats your beauty.

An image so hard to explain;
It's a timeless sketch in my memory,
And its power increases with my imagination.
I want to feel its beauty surround me.

It seems like so long ago. It was.
Too far away to relate back to myself;
Someone else's passion; mine is smothered by shadows;
Shadows of determination drowned amongst my practical thoughts.

I try to feel the happiness; the youth and mystery of my future,
But I know it will never return; desire is lost because of others.
So many ideas gone unexpressed, and I feel a loss;
Seeking the companion who understands just by knowing me.

A pool of unforgotten pain;
Filled with words mumbled in vain;
Deep with pity hard to release;
Searching for that eternal peace.

Choked by civilization flooding in,
Drowning in the struggle to win.
Saved by logic, hope and trust,
Driven by an eternal lust.

So strong, reality almost fades,
But life's consequences will evade,
That strength within you falling down,
To the depths of the infinite burial ground.

Cheers to the long journey before us.
I'm sure it will be hard.
Remembering why were going,
May be the hardest part.

Retrospect may be the key,
To believing in our fate,
Yet the task of reliving it,
I would surely hate.

The present time is much more calm;
With peace of mind achieved.
Painful moments changed my views,
Just because I believed.

I know the road before us is unseen,
But love will lead the way,
Through the mysteries ahead;
Through the journey of today.

A strangeness covered all the walls,
And darkness trickled in,
Like the rhythm of the ocean's waves,
And the melody within.

Lashing out to reach the sky,
The water cold and clear;
Now the ceiling shields my eyes,
And the walls protect my ears.

A feeling deep within me stirs,
Of passions in a dream;
Recollecting moments past,
But the walls now block my screams.

Rising higher, they secure my fate,
Of practical thoughts and words.
How I wish I could fly above the walls,
With the wings of a fearless bird.

A freedom stolen from within;
It seemed to disappear, but you can't remember when.
Time seems so unimportant now; just rolling by,
Taking with it all you want to capture in your thoughts.
Can you ever appreciate my ambitions?

Sadness seems to be your alibi now;
You never even appreciate the beauty around you.
Your unobserved feelings make me angry;
I want you to be different.
Can you ever change?

Will letting you go be something acceptance will be forced to encounter?
I always hoped it wouldn't be,
But I tried too hard to change you,
And you just don't want to change.
You lost yourself and I can no longer find you.

A choice must be made.
Indecisiveness rules our lives,
Carried by dreams we do not reach for;
Dragged on by time; circling round.

A choice must be made.
Is there anything worth saving?
I am not permanent;
I am drifting away; far away.

A choice must be made.
Will you decide?
I think you have lost yourself;
You must find us both.

The days pass us by,
Yet we do not notice.
All this could change,
If a choice could be made.

A wrinkle in the blanket of fate;
A fragment of time;
Nurtured, though noticed too late;
The melody still rhymes.

Cracks faintly run down the wall;
Reminders of yesterday's sound;
A hollow tone throughout this house;
And the atmosphere around.

Slowly, memories flood the mind;
Building stronger your sense of now;
Never knowing what you'll find;
And never knowing how.

Intrigued by your mystery,
I look into my own,
Wondering if my emptiness,
Appears to you alone.
Do you long for passion,
Discovering life so deep,
Or is that a promise to myself,
That you can never keep?

Monotony will drown your dreams;
You will never let go,
Of values instilled within you,
So very long ago.
I feel someday you'll realize,
You wasted precious time,
Never really knowing,
What lies beneath the line.

Changed in an instant by understanding,
Reality is relative to time;
Lingering on...I wait patiently,
For a day when breath comes easier,
Less complicated by emotion.

Love, so powerful. Its grip embraces me.
You are there too, in a dream;
Only a dream. You feel it so differently.
So far away. I miss you always,
Yet I fear a time when I can no longer miss you.

Please stay in my dreams.
Love can be found there,
And it passes into reality;
Returning its power to us.

Challenged by the cruelty of fate,
I realize it is not you I hate.
The anger comes from mysteries,
Taken from life to puzzle me.
And if the time has come to leave,
I'll understand why you grieve.
I care so deeply, yet want to be free,
To discover what exists within me.
And if the circle brings us round,
To rest upon a common ground,
The love so strong will still remain,
If you want it to be the same.

And to the past I say goodbye,
With a hesitating tear.
All my dreams once so certain,
Are now replaced by fear.
The memory of future hope,
Is extinguished by my choice,
I feel alone and empty now,
Waiting for a new voice.

Around the corner I see a light,
And follow with my heart,
Yet looking back could be my sight,
Of feelings in the dark.

Scared to think of what you'll feel,
When time reveals the face,
Of my deepest thoughts so real;
The opening of a new space.

When the novelty of truth wears thin,
Will love replace the start?
Is this my imagination I'm living in,
Or am I really following my heart?

A drop of time has changed the face;
Of reality in its previous place.
To the present I've brought the past,
But the future will also last.

A sigh of sudden relief,
Gained by understanding and belief;
In the love I work to attain,
Within myself, for you to gain.

Certainty would end it all;
There'd be nowhere left to fall;
Though a new place lurks so near,
And I hear the sound of love so clear.