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

Wildflowers

One in the spring,
when the sky was bright blue
I was amidst a field of wildflowers
Writing as i do.
When as i look up,
I gasped as i beheld
A woman in the field.
I thought i was alone.
But i was wrong.

She stood there you see,
About five foot three,
A tiny little thing.
But when she turned.
Tiny she made me,
I was frozen with fear,
Of the tiny lil thing.
As her gaze fell on me.

What did she think,
What would she say.
All this came to me,
As I stood stock still.
Moments past us by.
And neither of us spoke

Amongst a field OF wildflowers
Both our hearts beat fast
For as much fear as i Felt
I saw in her eyes too.
My only hope was Frail
Because as i look at her.
I felt loves first bite.

Weakness

I cannot let it control me
I cannot be that way,
For years i have been strong,
Fighting to overcome my faults,
Every day is a constant battle,
Never ending for a single second
I will not let it happen.
I will not fall again,
Never will I be broken.
For if i do so.
MY weakness will come again.
I fear that it,
For if i fall completely.
I fear i will never return.
Not me as a person
But me as I am now.
I must admit,
for all the faults i have,
I have come to enjoy my self.
and I wish not to return,
to what i once was.
Weakness.
OF caring

The Song of Night

When you stand out in the night.
Do you sense something beyond the norm?
Something that few people can feel?
Do you see the lights in the darkness.
watching us from far on high?
Can you feel the heartbeats,
Of the predators of the nighttime?
Do you feel the very power,
that comes from our souls,
When we are not distracted by light?
If you do, rejoice!
FOr you to can hear our song,
It plays when all lights are dead,
When all our surroundings are shaded.
This is the song of the night,
And it is wonderful

Wind of Change

For five long years she put up with his crap,
Every day she stood there, listening to his shame,
How he would provide for her,
Make her happy with his life,
That he would do what needed to be done,
But he never did,
And in his failure.
He dragged her down with him.
At first it was little things.
just small enough for her to notice,
but not feel she should say something.
then as she got number to those.
he got worse,
and worse.
Until she woke up screaming in the night.
wishing she had never met him.
And yet she couldn't leave him.
She was all he had,
that was what he said.
But she knew better.
each day she felt the filth,
the disgusting lies he fed her.
And she felt her shame.
She cried, begged the heavens.
Just let me free.
I beg you. Please.....
And as she begged.
A small breeze blew,
Nothing else moved.
No leaves, nor curtains.
When it blew through her soul.
She knew what she must do.
She packed her things,
And she left.
No more of his lies,
no more of his bullying.
She prayed for her freedom.
and The wind answered.

5 years

When all is said and done.
five years isn't really a long time.
a half decade, 1/20th of a century.
and only a wee bit of one's life.
but for me, five years is a long time.
if missing someone dearly.
and for me, that person was my dad,
When i was younger he was my hero,
Not a super guy, but great.
he sacrificed himself,
for me, and my family.
He made us feel happy,
when our worlds were dark,
He was my closest friend.
and i miss him so much.
A joker of life,
A counselor when blue.
He did so much,
that i can't count it all.
But of all the things he did.
Was love a son like me.
5 years ago he was lost,
But I still remember.
and I still care