No help from outside places
No kind looks on outside faces
Bold acts left no traces
I wish upon a star, somewhere very far,
For the happiness of seas
And the callousness of trees
To float on a cloud is my dream
And everything in between
With soothing reprieve
Seeing the good in hearts
And those that deceive
But when times get hard
I remind myself,
The wind always comes back
In the end
And I will have my friend again
I raise my head and sigh
On my bed I lie
My Aching Heart fills my eyes with tears that cleanse me of my dreams.
Saving Grace took my hand at the
Brutal Truth helped me realize;
Warm souls set me free, helped me
fill the void.
Sifting through the gray moss and dust,
Finding what I'd hoped was lost.
Sharpened blades tear me apart,
Through the form of a broken heart.
Those of pure heart
Do not understand
Nor can they know,
How fire keeps me warm.
While forgotten in the brambles,
How the soot warms my toes.
Another poem thrown, crumpled to the floor
where it lies, waiting for something to be done.
I'm waiting, tired, outside your door.
There I've been, thinking your not home.
Written to my Ghetto Queen in a note by her -then- Incubus Kris, now -Whimsical Kris.
"I feel like a sparrow lost in a hurricane. Every once in a while I find the eye in the center of the storm and have some peace. But I have no place to land, I'm not a sea-bird. At times the gales force me upward, and that is when I am free and may rest. But I can't go up for long, soon I must be pushed back into the storm.
But I live for the moments when I can fly and be free."
Jinenji and Drakus- Some of these were written a *long* time ago. So don't try to interpret each one of them to today's standings.