The Mountains

They stand

guardians of past

like trees

their roots grasp

Sometimes they sway

but not in the breeze

for that is nothing

to them

But they sway

to a beat, a rythme

their heart

our earth

And as they watch

swaying like trees

with beating hearts

and sharpened brow

They share stories

like men around a fire

they whisper

they groan

They discuss the fires

of old

of distant lands

of past days

These whispers

breath around the earth

always there

always speaking

Like the men

telling fireside stories

can be heard

in all chests

Like the whisper

of new lands

breaths life into

weak

Like the challenge

to win

to conquer

to live

That is their call

These ancient keepers

of dirt

of rock

That is their wild whisper

Their sharp sigh

Their bitter echo

Their uneven breath

That is the cry

That will drag men

out of their comfort

and into their home

A Hand

Take my hand

You hurt and pained

Take my hand

You weak at heart

Take my hand

Oh lonely man

Take it.

Can you not see.

For as you always have

Blindly.

You sit still

Against the wall

You mutter to yourself

You stare at the floor

You imagine

That you’re happy.

But once you take hold

Of my hand

You will see

What you have always missed.

You say no

You say you have what you want.

And I sigh.

And you return.

To weep in your satisfaction.

Sometimes.

Sometimes I catch you laughing
and I didn't hear the joke
But'll laugh with you.

Cause if by laughing we grow
Closer than we once were before
Then I'll be laughing

And when I catch you breathing
I can't stop looking cause I'de kiss you
If you'd let me

And when you write me I imagine
your hands were shaking so I held them
And then we smiled

And as you smile I stop
To I forget that I'm still hurting
because I'm with you

And being with you
Is all I can think of

Cause now its all that matters.

Trains

Oh the trains always seem to be traveling east
But my souls telling me thats not me in the least
And the paths always head where I don't wanna be
Never to the lands my eyes have wanted to see

So take me home
I'm tired of being where I don't belong
Take this soul
For fear of the light has kept me here too long

Oh my prayer is long and my sighing deep
Can you awaken my soul to a place we can meet
I fear I'll be stuck in the damp and the cold
And the life that I want won't be mine till I'm old

Forgetting.

How can I forget

The whisper of many wings

Beating quick this lonely chest

In silence and in hope.

How can I forget

A breaking dawn through windows

That though nearly breathless

Were stolen of their breath

How can I forget

The quaking skin I wear

Being calmed by purest warmth

When your eyes take hold of mine

How can I forget you

When your smile

And your laugh

Can heal the hurt of days

So I never will forget you

For forgetting is as much a sin

As seeing the beauties of heaven

And being satisfied to never return

Crying voices.

Funny how voices are just passing birds

Fading off into my mind

Cause when I look around your all I’ve heard

You and God intertwined

Then they pass and ‘light on the moon

While I’m laying here on my back

How many times have I wished for it soon

Not to fade into the black

Cause endings begin the unforgotten

They start anew what’s been gone

But the blackest night can’t stay pardoned

When I weep alone for my sin.

For my sin.

Liars.

Oh my dear and lowly reader

From the grasping clawing mirror

How I weep? How I weep?

For the body I can’t keep

Oh I cry, Oh I cry

For the flesh that’s never mine

And I tear at the skin

In a din, In a din

For the fear of the dark

Keeps awake my hark

So I hark, How I hark

For a flesh that so dark

Keeps in it a heart

Oh the heart How the heart

With the bloodless hopeless mark

Of a fearful generation

With the gloomy innovation

Of a dim and lowly standard

So far-fetched and pandered

To the desires of a few

And is now the hope of many.

How they lie.