Bitter rejection

What they see...

The warrior strong...

The galant knight..

But the battle inside...

Hid from view.. 

The demons dance...

The pain intense...

But hope...

What of faith...

The warrior snaps...

Tea pot shatters. .

The pieces spread...

The voices cheer... 

The pretenders dance...

He has fell again...

They point...

They taunt...

Kick the pieces about. .

He screams...

But cheers drown it out....

He slumps...

For a moment....

Then the soft voice...

The kind hand...

She brushes past..

Then oh so slowly....

The pieces gathered...

And deep within...

His heart begins again...

To beat strong....

The heart of the warrior...

But the strength is her's....

Her courage tenfold...

For when he is weak...

No one sees...

She is strong...

Her gift...

That when given...

Is all.. 

Not ever in....

Pieces....

If i was different...

If i wasn't raised as i was..

If i wasn't awake...

If i saw things as others....

If i was patient....

If i didn't care....

If i didn't have pain...

If that didn't hurt...

If there were no lies...

If i could do what i want....

If i didn't believe...

If words had meaning....

If i saw her eyes...

If i read minds....

If i ever made sense....

If i knew when to not speak.. 

If i ate tomatoes...

If i was dead....

If i understood...

If rain wasn't wet...

If gramma had balls...

She would be grampa...

The race had no finish...

The blade gave no pain...

The virgin lied....

The trees stood still...

Her eyes were plain....

No one came out...

Someone died...

Someone didn't...

Soup was ready...

The warrior wasn't...

The dark became light...

A fight never happened...

No one asked why...

What about tomorrow...

What about trust...

Who wants a purple bus...

The penguin dance...

I don't...

What about love....

Read a book...

Plant no peas...

What about us...

Stones grind no wheat...

Alone is easy...

I owned a Dodge...

Pumpkin splatters above...

Tomorrow...

Is Today...

Smile...

The laugh....

A nice fuck....

Just some play....

Nothing more....

The dragon's mist....

Searching....

Finding lillies.....

Ken and Barbie tease....

The rocky path....

Celery has no use...

In a battle of fears....

But i sit...

She smiles....

At my soul....

Then the voices come...

A plan....

To die alone....

In a field...

Before her throne....

Ginger cures a cold...

Jasmine dances free...

Just not for me....

Doesn't it hurt...

Isn't that the point...

On my island...

The dawn rose slowly over the castle. Young Nakisha played just inside the courthouse gates. She was but 5. A beautiful girl, long flowing hair. Deep green eyes, that would pierce the soul of common man. Suddenly all was chaos, the outdoor servants rushed through the gates. '""Orcs!!! Hundreds of Orcs!! Run Nakisha!"" She turned, then he was there...Lord Nicholia...he grapped her up. He turned and walked calmly toward the castle. But from the chaos one came, long firm strides. But he did not seek safety. He pushed out, moved out to meet death. His long blonde locks moved with each stride, broadsword in hand. Nakisha screamed.. "Nicholia...help him...he will die!!"".... Nicholia did not pause, moved into the castle as he spoke. "" Yes child, one day he will die.  His time will come. But not this day. This day The Slayer may bleed. But by his blood you may live Nakisha. And may Mother Earth have pity on the souls that meet his wrath this day.""

Young of age....

I saw no fear....

Then he just died....

A child so dear... 

I thought i loved...

She showed no grace...

My vision blurred...

But no tears on my face...

But life went on...

Gave pain no break...

She nodded yes...

I found her fake...

Again and again...

My tarnished heart....

If found a spot...

Simply torn apart....

So i vowed no more...

I would grow cold....

Sit on the porch...

And just grow old...

Then a flash of light...

Pierced my heart....

Surely one time....

Love would not depart...

But the devil came...

Tore her from my grip...

He pulled her down...

Lashed with his whip....

He slashed my heart...

He did not miss...

I lay in ruin...

Waiting for a lavender kiss....

Anyone can have faith when things are good....when your bank account is plenty...when relationships are good....but true faith....true courage comes when you get knocked down...when people tell you that you are wrong..that you're a fool...when dogma marks you as a failure...at that moment....to get up...to fight for what your heart believes... What you know is right and good...to put others first...when you hurt....to fight...no matter the outcome...because the fight is just...that is courage... We do not need heros..we do not need superman....we need common peoole to show courage....to show faith in each other...and for me...to believe in Angels....

They search.....they struggle...it alludes them...the answer the puzzle....i grin from the shadows...this i have...i finish....i leave nothing standing....drag me from my santuary...the four horsemen... They rip me in four... They drags my limbs to the four depths of hell...the Jackal tears my hurt from my chest...the queen of hearts laughs...they set it ablaze...grind it with glass...they feel such joy...and i could fade...but i beg for more...i still feel pain...there must be more...i must be punished for my sin...then all is still....i am alone...just my pain...just memories of the cannon shattering the dawn...and i surrender... And release all reason...into The Abyss... One last time...I sigh...

Do not weep my precious child...

The breeze is cool....

The light is true....

I beg no more....

My needs are gone....

The sailors dream. ...

The seas are still...

Where once was anger....

Only time moves on....

The dreams of foolish hearts...

Have run to there end...

But weeping has no place...

Tears find no home....

I found my dream....

I found my way....

Nothing to fight this day....

And now i know...

The fool was true....

So weep no more....

I found the distant shore...

The mighty destroyer....

Rusts upon the ocean floor...

The warrior strong....

Feeds the worms of the prairie...

Strong we stand.....

Defiantly we pose....

It is folly of the fool....

There are thorns on the rose..

I once saw a way....

I once felt love....

The foolish boy....

A peasants throne.....

He pounds his chest...

Then speaks grand words...

But trembles and weeps....

When she takes his sword....

For words are weak...

And fear is strong...

The lord of both....

Is lost too long....

But now my home....

The boneyard lawn....

Oh to fight...

To boast....

The hero way....

Is but a ghost....