the world is full of many different kinds of peoples and many different kinds of life. in all this mixed up lives chaos reigns as the major factor. this is my own interpretations of it, and hope you like it. If not, let me know why because i am a rather curious fellow and will try to think differently to see why :P

happy trouble

I am troubled you see
by a single thought
of if i am so happy now
what would i be in a month
or two or even three
it isn't a troubled of bad
but one of being glad
I am just wondering you see
about the options happily :P

monemt

i seek a topic of this rythme
of a way to keep it up in time
with a twist of will
and a flourish of words
i would make a piece
of a poem to make a live
and present it to the world
as a momument of the moment
that i met someone like you

my needed art

a word of mine seeks out a way
to make the art i need right here
for making the life within my mind
to express the words of my heart
it isn't so simple as some would say
as it is to say i love thee my queen
or to hold her hand and give her a smile
true, it makes our heart beat quicken
but the thing of the matter is
that the heart i have is strong
and the art it seeks is love
seeking out it's other part
of a single whole :P

storm of rage

a storm has been raging for some time
a darkened voices rise from she
the source right now of my misery
why must she be so cruel
when all i do is try be
what i try to be
but it isn't what is wanted
it isn't enough for the source
damn it all
why can't it let go
of me?

Please

my lady friend i ask of thee,
the troubles of your heart
for if i could be of help
i wish to stop your tears
and calm your very fears
for you mean much to me
so i worry when you are down
I dislike to see your frown
I can't bear it all when you
are in such pain as this
My friend, hold my hand
and give me your troubles
for all the pain in this world
is worth the darkness i would take
to see that smile of yours awake.