Opposite Ends and Separate Flows

The shots come from around every corner.
Whizzing by, I try to duck and hide.
Death is in the air and I’m terrified.
Every step I make seems to be wrong.
Before I’m hit, it won’t be long.
The push away from what good is left.
Letting the broken stay broken in the end.
The shabby bridge I just can’t seem to mend.
No matter how much I suppress myself and try to bend.
It feels like it’s over, but I don’t want it to be.
I’m scraping the bottom of the empty barrel, trying to hang onto eternity.
It doesn’t seem to be working.
My palms are sweaty and my voice is coarse.
My eyes are blind, and my head is spinning.
I keep on fighting, but there doesn’t seem to be a chance of winning.
It’s hard to let go, and then let go.
It’s hard to be good, and not know.
On opposite ends, and separate flows…

Crystal Rain

Falling.
Echoes in the wind.
Crystal Rain, tranquility begin.

Captivating.
Whispers in the air.
Crystal Rain, provoking my stare.

Peaceful.
Tapping thirsting grounds.
Crystal Rain, gentle, loving sounds.

Unity.
Melding of heaven and earth.
Crystal Rain, true beauty given birth.

Crystal Rain, overwhelming flow.
Uplifting sensations, I forever wish to know.
Crystal Rain, consume my day.
Crystal Rain, wash me way.

When The World

When the world comes crashing down, who will be there to catch it?
When the seas run dry, will you be there to refill them, or will the tears be the source?
When the forests die, how will the world breathe?
Can trembling hands plant new seeds?

When the world starts to fall, who will pick it up and help it turn again?
When the volcanoes roar, will you be there to calm its rage, or will deaths be the sedative?
The mountains crumble away, and the dust spreads on winds that soon die.
Chaos rules, and discord thrives. Order lost with broken ties.

When the world ends, does it ever start again?
Does the void consume all within?
When the darkness wins, who will let the light be?
Will it be you, when it can’t be me?

Unfree

Free me from my chains.
Let me go, and fly away.
A meager soul, even smaller heart.
The remains of being torn apart.

Challenge me, force me to rise beyond.
I watch the time, it’s almost gone.
At the breaking point, singing the bleakest song.

For naught, and nil.
Slowing down with waning will.
Forsaking wisdoms, embracing passion and the irrational.
Settling into the discomfort of being unknown.
Out of my own mind and body it feels I am thrown.

The wicked thoughts are hunting me.
Lusting after the sanctity of the little tranquility I hold.
Robbing me blind, and beating me deaf.
I see no hope, I hear no whispers of comfort.
There is no chance for succor, the darkness remains bold.

Wilting like a flower in its final days.
Defeat sets in, and on the shoulders it stays.
Burning sun, it’s sting etched deep into the skin.
Only vaguely compares to the burning within.
Take me down now, I need my rest.
Free me from my chains, my one request.

Atlas

For the world, I give my soul.
No hill too high,
No challenge too hard, with my heart I pay the toll.
Gladly, I will hold it all in my arms.
To transform, to become the support,
And carry the weight of creation from my knees.
I am Atlas.

The world is on my back.

For a friend, I give my life.
Their struggles, their pain, their strife.
Gladly, I will carry it all.
I can be the net to prevent the fall,
and carry the weight of companionship from my knees.
I am Atlas.
The world is on my back.

For you, I give my heart.
Even if I fall apart, gladly,
I will shoulder it all.
If I can carry the weight of the heart from my knees,
The burden will be a breeze.
I am Atlas, your world is on my back.