In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong
In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong
a place to reflect
upon life’s choices
to encounter hardships
that leave behind a scar
turning away from the world
if one is willing to change
one must look within
in order to succeed
a cacophony of noise
in order to impress
the one who chooses
the best
when we sleep
one can experience
that our existence
is built upon a foundation of memory
a key to understanding
the reason we dream
lies in unlocking
the subconscious mind
my dreams are of stars
that swirl in the night sky
the light of the moon
allows me to see
a reflection of mine
you have too…
look into the shadows of the past,
in order to see the future
has become a catalyst,
for suffering the indignity of failure.
is ones destiny preordained,
or can those actions
be altered.
tormented by dreams,
of things we cannot change.
corrupted by violence and terror
can one be redeemed.
and when the light of hope diminishes,
their eyes will burn with the embers of hate.
a lifetime of servitude,
following a masters sacrifice…
before the sunrise
the sky is clear
a pink hue
amidst the blue
over the horizon
dreams are perceived
upon our awakening
the ink has dried
words begin to fade
as paper crumbles
but the sentiments remain
etched into my heart
light of the past
casts a shadow over the future
and conjures an image
embeded in one’s physique
were man tried to displace God
the resulting cataclysm
led to his demise
My ideals failed me
they led me to believe
in something more
when the one constant
is the shining sun
looking upwards
where dreams go to die
upon awakening
I found a purpose
to pursue my ambition
In awe of the world