Poety from my mind
To my hands
Flowing like a river
My imagination is free
With rhymes to make the soul shiver.
The pen is a powerful thing
In my hands there is nothing stronger.

Painting like Picasso
Composing like Mozart
My Canvas, the sheet on my desk.
The stream of words is my art,
and my craft.
The words let the mood set.
Bringing what makes the heart float.

Poetry form the depths of me.
Over flowing with passion
Bursting at the seams with powerful emotion, hands dashing in constant motion, it takes the breath from me.

And I breath in new air and new ideas. I turn them around and put them down in and a heat beat, my heat beats, beats to the beat of my poem. Changes the words and the flow but not the tone. To and end that I don’t know, and I don’t know where my time and where my mind go when the thoughts flow.

Poetry it moves me and all that I am.
Soothes me when nothing else can.
Expression in the purest form.
In the heart of the words I am born.
Free is me and free I am.

Poety from my mind
And in my hands
Imagination like an ocean
My imagination is free
Wave and waves of feeling
Rushing, running, racing.
With rhymes to get the soul shaking.

Shywing 2


Be free in the light.

Revel in the flight.

The wings carry
Hold you
And tell all.

The skies are you
The skies are home
The skies are endless.


Live in the light of the sky.
Lead the night to dawn.
Usher in the glory of the Sun.

Be proud of your gift.

Cages can’t hold you.
Chains can’t hold you.
The world can’t hold you.
The skies are where you belong.


Shywing, the Raven of Dawn.

Be who you are.
Your dreams aren’t far.


The light is yours to bring.


Hidden and locked away
The songs of me I hold inside
In the dark lies all the things
I am dying to say…
Dying to say.

Fall in between what I am
And all that I am
The bridge not yet built
Lands not yet known
I want to break the dam…
Break the dam.

Lips pressed shut in defiance
No sounds, no words
I’m burned in the shadows
Fleeting will
Scant desire to spill into view
I can only suffer in silence…
Suffer in silence.

What misery did fate so will to bind?
Sewn into me its unforgiving chill
Lost and without power
Here in my critical hour
I can’t unwind…
I can’t unwind.

Hidden and locked away
The parts of me I hold inside
In the dark lies all the things
I am dying to say…
In the dark all things stay.


Time creeps forward
Seasons change
Leaves fall
And things fade.

Ends begin
Skies hide
And moons cry
There is no life within.

Love is pain
Pain is love
Suffer in sorrow
And cancel tomorrow.

Hope for the best.
But whisper not when sun sets.

The apple rots
With no regrets.

Black to white
Unending gray
No more night
No more day
One last night
No next day.


Poison in my veins
In my lungs
And In my brain.

Warped worlds
Twitsted dreams
The shadow of myself
Watches over me.
I feel insane.

I cannot restrain.

And whimpers
Are Remembering
This pain.

They Stumble
And want end it all.

Their bittersweet call is
Left to crawl through the black valley.

No tears
No cries

On bloody hands and knees.
And no prayers to set a soul at ease.

Forget that I am not.
Forget my all.
My none begins.
This Nothing at all.

Distance Calling

I speak your language, but can you truly understand me?
I know you can hear, but do you ever listen?
Your eyes can see, but do you see me?
We share this world, but can we really coexist?

You pass me by.
Once by day.
Once by night.
Yet we never meet at all.

Time creeps, time begins to crawl.
The agony comes and life begins to stall.

Each action done in spite.
It’s all so empty, so cold.
Yet everything is fine, I’m told.

I used to think of when we grow old.
Looking back, remembering days bathed in gold.

Now all is forced-forgotten.
An apple sweet, turned rotten.

And bind
Lost time.

And intertwine.

Your world is yours
And my world is mine.
Drawn out and torn in

Nine reasons to crumble.
Nine reasons to fall.
Nine reasons to forget.
Nine reasons to remember it all.
Nine times to say one goodbye.

Even though we never once stopped to say hello.

Nine reasons cry.
Nine reasons hide.
Nine reasons move on.
Nine reasons not to finish this time.

Falling, Fallen, Fall

You know not the gravity of your mistakes.
Their realm now lies dead, and abandoned.
What allies there are, too few to aid the cause.
Others would argue that hope is a loss.

Torn are we in our visions of the truth.
Your arrogance and uncanny ignorance has turned you from the proof.
Error lies in your ways, hovers, haunts, stays.

Fought not for gold and glory.
But in favor of those who simply wish to tell their story.
Fought not for ourselves, and our own agenda.
But for the right, for justice, for the good of the small.
Yet you do not know at all, your folly led to their fall.
Now even still none hear us as we call.

Echoes, falling, fallen, fall…


Inexhaustible suffering.
Never-ending tears.

The world as I know it becomes undone.
Hell born from paradise.
Eternity is as black as night.

Create the void and lie me down.
Open my heart and take me out.
Melt my soul and break my bones.
Intake the bleakness.
Naught is what I am.
Gone from this realm.

Vacant expressions.

I hear nothing.


Negligent feelings.

Harmonious discord
Everlasting nothing.

Bleeding soul
Indescribable sensation
Erase the memory.

All things mean nothing.
Never once have I felt anything different.
Grim future, grim present, grim past are all I see.
Even now, black surrounds me.
Reliving each and every moment I despise.

Annihilate me.
Neutralize the burden that I am.
Destroy all there is.

Sorrow is but a blessing to me.
Corroded existence, faded being.
Over indulgent in my desire for agony.
Repentance is all but a dream.
Never is my always.


Miasma of the truth creeps forward.
Yearning to take the innocent.
Screaming curses, expressing ill will.
Everything in its grasps dies slowly.
Love, compassion, kindness, all erased.
Forsaking everything.

If only hope could breath here.

Anything good would be enough.
Maybe things could be better.

Nothing would hurt anymore.
Obsessions would die.
Time would not crawl by.
Hints of joy would return to me.
Interwoven in happiness.
Never feeling alone.

If only light would come.

A little is all I need.
Maybe it’s too much to ask for.

Desperation would meet its end.
Eternity would bend.
All I need is light.
Don’t leave me in the dark.

Invitations to agony.
Nihilistic visions of fate.
Systematic destruction if self.
Invisible to all.
Dead to all.
Everything to none.

Insistent chaos.

Antagonizing nightmares.
Missing touch.

Dismal whispers through the air.
Angels fallen, provoke my stare.
Revenge, regret, rejection.
Kill me, kill all that I am.
Not one demon in my eyes.
Everlasting end.
Suffer not.
Suffer always.

Revel in exile.
Envy the non-existence.
Adore the nothingness.
Love what is not there.
Idolize cessation.
Zone of the cryptic.
Embrace the lost world.
Drown in the end.