save me with hello

I can't figure it out
why I write when I am sad
all the stars leave my eyes
the sparks all fade to black

mysteries now, what I thought I knew
glitter and gold are now all blue
happiness, an overrated song
can't keep me here for too long

I see smiles and I forget
only for a little while
why it was I'm so upset
but it doesn't last too long

surprise me with hello
when I least expect to see you
share with me your memories
and I may never let you go

every day

Who knows what secrets
are hidden behind mysteries?
false histories etched in stone
for centuries
to be regarded as the truth
even though, not one before
ever regarded the event as significant

but now that mystery enshrouds us all
and circulates beyond the time
inconspicuous events
of a life gone by
made up and make believe
so that memory
will seem greater than life

beyond truth- in life-

imaginations dwell

characters of daydreams echo
the voices of haunts and hollers
and soon no truth will be exposed
save that of the lie
we say each day and night

I am fine, I am alright

I share things

Hopes and dreams are frivolous things
and so are aspirations
but when only a few
are held onto
rare and precious gems

imitations rise up
much more abundant and cheaper
versions of virtues and morals
and least among them
the individual voice of ourselves

I make a wish on a shooting star
and dream away all my miseries
that once and for all my fears escape me
and I am alone
in peace

But like shooting stars
or falling stars
or meteors

my wish becomes your wish
because once you are here
nothing is my own again

where has it all gone?

From where does my imagination come,
or the look in my eyes
or the hope in my soul?

from when and what time
do my ideals date back
or my dreams or my ideas?

why is it I feel like a shadow
beyond all now and here?

behind the modern, immaturity
and ignorance that is sure
to rise above and beyond
and succeed as the majority?

where common sense is caged
in a museum
something to look at
in awe and wonder

and then move on
one old exhibit after the other

look and forget until
you look back with regret        
at the modern era of un-ingenuity

conquer the world

A heart within a stone
is a sad story, and hopeless.
A sword in a stone is a legend.

But when your heart begins to fade away
and becomes trapped,
in sorrow,
it is far too late when someone tries
to free it

so many try for the sword
thinking it will bring
insurmountable power

but no one notices
how a heart
can be so  much more rewarding,
and bring more power

than a sword could ever hope

so take the heart
love it and nurture the soul it gives life
for the dreams that grow
out of love divine

send forth to all the world
the hope of life hereafter
and conquer all the world

on the wings of your dreams

Do you ever imagine
that you are free
to fly above and beyond
your struggles?

why don't you?

Or have you not yet tried?

Soon it will be too late
your wings of dreams
will turn to wings of stone

and cut through the air
no longer graceful
but menacing

stuck in your ways
no longer nimble, but stiff

practice flying.

and you will ease your aging,
aching mind
and see things as a child does

arms wide open,
reaching out to grasp all that can be

flying

on their wings of dreams

A Start

I came today for peace
to ease my burdens
relieve my heart

I came looking for answers

I went,
incomplete,
and I

returned the same.

But I made that step
the first movement towards healing
reinventing my faith

one step can become a journey
of a thousand miles
and one act of kindness
can flood the world with smiles

soon I shall go again
who knows where,
or when

But I know, in time
I will be whole and able,
and capable
to be a friend