XII - 2000-01 - Untitled

Friends we are,
Friends we’ll be,
Friends we’ll stay,
Friends forever be.
Never more than friends
Yet never close till the end,
But that End never comes,
And dreams falter while sadness remains….

XII - 2000-01 - Untitled

The meek grasps for the wings of love,
But fails and plunges down into a trough,
Feeling only the same lingering sadness within himself,
He feels no pain, or so he thinks,
For life has dealt him enough blows to drive him insane.
With crushed desires in mind mixed with false peace,
The fool treads through the years,
Aimlessly walking about, hoping for nothing more but for the pain to go away.
(So the seasons came and went,)
Yet the pain remained,
And with each passing day,
The morality of the decent dwindled under the constant strain,
And with it, the mind, the soul and heart of the fool went down the drain,
Lost were his dreams, lost was his past, lost was his life, and lost is his future.

XII - 2000-01 - Contrary Contradiction

Longing love loathes the lord of light,
Whose pleasing pattern people proves to plight,
For the frightened fool fears the frail will fly,
Leaving lost love looking longingly for luminous life...

Written by a fool who sees life through a broken window,
Happy he was once when his dreams seemed achievable,
Looking through the eyes of the confused,
He looks once more into his past,
Hoping to find words of comfort and wisdom that he went by last,
Before the burden of his dreams crushed him beneath his feet,
And sent him plunging into the depths of defeat.
So this passage the fool shall write,
Hoping to rekindle the fire and compassion buried deep within the misguided heart of spite…

Through the will of the heart,
Nothing is unachievable
And against inadamant of objects,
All things are possible.
Knowledge comes at price, a cost many dare not pay;
But for those who take this chance,
The reward gained far outweighs the pain.

XII - 2000 - Dreams of the Past

Past passes, yet torments the presents
Dreams dashed and destroyed the decent
Swallowed by sadness, seething with sorrow,
The heart hopes, for what’s hollowed in a hole,
While the broken body breaks bit by bit by day
Willingly waiting for woe to go its way.