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

luck lost

have you ever knocked on wood
when you felt your luck could
become the greatest of something
if only you could find your fling
I did long ago in days lost in time
when I once thought i was in my prime
yet looking back to that spree
none of it was truly real to me
I left the world of fantasy behind
When reality left me in a serious bind
so when you knock on wood and such
do it twice for me, since i don't much

Insomia

Tick tock tick tock,
Another night of looking at the clock
No matter what I do or say
Nothing will let me fade away
Each night it comes to me in waves
This creature comes with slaves
Helpers to turn my greatest desire
Into something like ashes from an abandoned fire
The thirst I have to find my sleep
Is the one thing I wish to keep.
But it seems that is not meant to be
As I sit here mumbling curses, you see
For all the thoughts I wish to hide
Come with me with hordes abide
If only I could find the cure
To keep my restful sleep pure
If only, on only it could be true
It’s just, the reality is blue
As I battle the insomniac heart
Forever more a battle set apart.

the art of breaking

What do you see when great art starts to falter
The greatest of buildings starts to crumble away
Pictures from artists of ages long lost,
Flaking away into nothingness
Sculptures of great legends given form
Turning to dust and debris.
Many forms of the greatest of ideas
Will eventually start to change
That is the fate of all creations,
We may be able to release our urges
each form they make changing too
But no matter the greatness we see
There will be a day, maybe even in may
Where the once great beauty you see here now
Will break down into another form
This is the art of breaking,
And if you find the value true
It will become a new view to you.

wind

Can you hear the wind blow by
The slight yet subtle breeze we feel
Caressing our cheeks with a sudden chill
Why can it just let us by, leaving us behind
Wind, please come back this way,
Lift me up and take me away,
Away from the place I hold right now
To another view, another life
Please come to me wind,
And take me there,
Show me what I need to do
So I can be one to travel with you
Through thick and thin,
Above the ground in skies of blue
Please, just come to me,
And set my spirit free.

beginnings.

When the world was young,
The stars shown true
the wonders of this life we have,
Started in a slight bloom
For in the beginning,
There was no life like what we know
There was only one being in the hue
Of bleak and dreary chaos
Out of that one being though
Brought forth others to see us through
Beings of untold power,
Who brought about the great design.
Which in forth started us
Simple, ordinary weak little lives
Which will one day become spirit born.
That is what most would say is their plan
But why would beings that cared so much
Who created life out of ether of nothingness
Make us nothing special at all, just trophies basically
Bragging points to the other denizens,
That exsisted through the ages past
Why would we be just little toys
Little girls and little boys,
It is just madness to even think
No, that isn’t the true goal of it all
For they cared enough to make a spark,
Which gave us souls through each new couple
Babies born and babies bred,
Spreading forth new lives each day
Yet, with this spark you have a mind
Subtle, yet with great intuition,
Each life has a power of creation,
But we just don’t unlock the key
Which would bring and end to out humanity
And bring a rise to the gods in us,
Beings to help control others chaos.