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

a shot at a muse

a muse is a muse
but what is the use
when the muse is running way
and every time we try
it just keeps ahead each day
the muse is a muse we know
but the muse teasing us now
so why can't we keep her
from bottling up our temper
and smacking the muse away
not to piss her off you see
but so she would be fased
and we could finish our days
with a writing or two complete
without her fleeting feet

unseen

The world i rule is always unseen
the way of my life it guides
the world i rule it no one else
but the world of my own mind
each day i rise the sun so hight
to fight the battle of life
for good will i strive for
for evil will i quell
for all the morals i respect
this battle is my life
so i keep my rule strong
else my life will burn

a poets way

Play of words go in my head
as each of the voices sing
of a place that they all rule with grace
but that place is me
so what will happen if one rules
with all the others revolting
will i become one of many words
or a word lost in a storm
do they all align straight up
or do i lost my way
forever will i wonder this
as i stare at the rain

a bond so deep.

If you would take my hand
the lights would fade away,
the night would rise so high
and we would stand together,
embraced as loved ones do
this moment is my dream
that dream is what i hold
as i travel along the path
that will eventually join
with the path you are on
i don't know when,
i don't know how,
but we were meant to be,
and as you will soon see,
The world decrees this,
a life of you and me.
please don't fear,
for i will always be here,
even if i fade to dust,
my heart will live with you,
my arms will hold you close,
and you will feel my spirit,
tied together with yours.
If only you could see,

fire

The night is quiet,
the lights flare up
a gentle spark is the start
as a dance of heat remains
with fuel sacrificed
for the beauty of the Bright
the simple little flame arises
to start with bigger dreams
but as i stare at it
it makes me think deep
of the way it use to be
of the hopes of our future
well many things really
Tis a kindle of my heart
and hopefully this flame will rise
Inside my own life.