The MusicianA dreamerA rebelA loverA poet.Life louder than words, a pure songFilled with hopePrideFriendshipToilsStrife.Tribulations that make his song slightly bitter,Are the notes he most needs.It is his inspiration to write,To sing.A melody that floats alone in the night.SoothingCallingImploring.His song touching my soul in it's very core.A dreamerA rebelA loverA poet...The Musician.
EnlightenmentLook at me.Head bloodied, but not bowed.For years I have suffered,Been tormented,Ridiculed.All because of you.You hate me.All because my beliefs are different,The way I live and love are too.And for this,I'm persecuted,Hunted.All because of me.No more.I am tired of staying down.Too long has this gone on.There's no need!I will not tremble,Nor cower.Not anymore.Look at you.Your face on the ground.Can't you handle it?Everything you did,Shunning me for the way I am.All this thrown back at you,Didn't you think I'd return the favor?No?Well then...Permit me to enlighten you.
Holding BackSilent tears trace your cheek.A barrier cracked, but not broken.Your fear holds you back,And you are hidden from me.Instead of being your lover, you turn me into a spectator.Dont you see my arms?Wide open, ready to receive,Ready to carry your soul when it tires.Put your hand on my chest.Cant you feel in each beat the comfort I yearn to give to your own?Silent tears trace your cheek.A barrier cracked, but not broken.Your fear holds you back,And you are hidden from me.Instead of being your lover, you turn me into a spectator.Cant you hear me calling your name?Pleading to be let in?Let the walls fall down love,Let our weakness become our loves strengthLook into my eyes, and find steadfast trust.The trust I have in you
In us.Silent tears trace your cheek.A barrier cracked, but not broken.Your fear holds you back,And you are hidden from me.Instead of being your lover, you turn me into a spectator.Your fear holds you back,And you are h
Lord of the Dance"May I have this dance?"One...two...three...One...two...three...He leads you effortlessly,Gently pushing you where he pleases.An effortless waltz.One..two..three..One..two..three..His fluid movements leave you in a trance.Drawn into the dance,You lose your will in his lead.One, two, three,One, two, three,He spins you once, twice...When did the music get faster?Your control, you find, is gone.OnetwothreeOnetwothree...Chaotic beats pound in the air. He spinds you, dips you, hands burning their mark in your hand and back.Everything is a blur of noise and color, his steps faster, faster, faster...You can't stop. He alone holds your will as he spins faster...faster, fasterfaster...The music stops.He smiles and steps back...As you crumble to the floor.Lord of the Dance.
DaydreamerTell me my dear.When those blue eyes of yours become distant...What do you see?Do you dream of far off lands?Of the golden dunes of the Sahara?Or what about the sapphire blue of the Australian coast?Do you see yourself walking down the dirt roads of Jerusalem?Or exploring the heart of Africa?What makes that light appear in your eyes?Is it a kind word someone has told you?Or an inside joke only you could understand?Was it the kiss of a loved one that put it there?Or just the pure joy of knowing you are loved?Tell me my dear.When my brown eyes meet your blue ones,And they begin to glow with a light of their own...What do you see?
Rag DollThere is a rag doll...Smiling at me with empty eyes.Telling me that they are you,But that cant be right.Your smile cracks your face in half,Its not a thin line drawn on.And who replaced your eyes
With glass orbs?If that doll is really you
What happened to your laugh?It was loud and echoed.This haha is only a ghost.These hugs have no warmth.Those words no meaning.What kind of sick joke is this?Who decided to take this doll of the shelf
And pretend its really you?