holy

fog rolls down from hills above

you were one I chose to love

in anorac of blue eyes piercing,

through my soul I chose to love,

under stars of cosmic witness

we walked each other to the altar;

how I forget, how it fades!

fog of truth and mystery,

envelope us in holy robes

and never set us apart.

hate

hate: 
even hate seems like a gentle word tonight;

i see the struggles of this world
the wise man from afar

bearing the burden of

broken childhoods;

as he's a knight, I'm but a pawn
fudging forward in shallow stream;

with all the clarity of thought and soul
that I can muster, I pray

for hate to wash away
like rain on summer's day

and amidst all the decay --
live to see the rise of
broken dreams repaired.

parental care

quiet drop of penc
cilled in your birth
day, but cinema

tic swell, I

reached road

's end.

stardust

stand on edge of universe
and peek out of lost paradise
with well oiled gears at point of breaking

crushed to dust of stars i leave.

Tame the Saw Contrary

When Tame saw:
But one saw, it felt
To Tame quite raw;
But then a group of:
Pretty saws all
Lined up in a row;
Something changed:
Glowing shimmers came
Like gently breaking waves;
And now Tame saw.