The stars refuse to shine
In the noon-light
The sun bask the world aglow
But my heart is cold, empty, dark
And filled with fright
Where did my troubled moon go
Now it’s clear clasped in hand
Your radiance eclipsed
By my growing sorrows
The love we had,
Not mine to demand
How can the tides still ebb
The sea rock and flow
If I must let the moon go?
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Kikyo I can feel your sadness there
I am certian it will fade
How can you know my pain
When you are but a shade
Did I not die for you?
At the shot of your bow?
Yet you are not real
Not the true Kikyo
I tell myself I cannot find
The light in your eyes
No my light is not found
In the arms of a false priestess
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In painted coats I wear a mask.
Quiet the voices inside me
Name my soul, dare you, my dear
And if you can come find me
My lady fair lives inside the mountain
And sings ballads to the moons
Upon her back the archers bow
Loves arrow shot too soon
For struck am I by beauty’s lies
Blind her voice is all I hear
Note for note I plead to die
And see my Aniya most dear
The sky is hers on dragon wings
The earth is mine to be buried in
If only I could fly to Sora
Instead I lie in my grave unforgiven
Oh troubled moon I am troubled waters
Oh mistress of fire let me be your wind
Alas! She is but a dream and I wake
For my heart to break again
Water, the ever crashing sea to shore
The source in the mountains flow
A trickle, a stream down paths
Water erodes and water grows
It etches rocks, smoothes pebbles
Water, life giving, life taking
The soul of the planet, water
People’s tears in drought heart breaking
Water pours from stormy skies
And bring about the healing rains
But also deep deep floods of sorrow
How water, swirling, is our pains
Drink deep the well of love
The joy that life giving spring
And how we hold our memories
Wash us over in happy things
The river, time, in weaving lines
Flows ever forward to the seas
And in my life water constant
Relief, growth, pain, joy, it washes over me
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Fair the shadows of my dreams
The gentle kiss of misery
How I thought it were she
The lady of light come to me
Only dark recallings are left unaware
She stares the window twirling hair
Her love burning, how unfair
That all these dreams lie broken there
How often must I repeat my shallow song
Am I the one who is im the wrong?
I, a god, a king, I must be strong
She comes here, unintented I strong her along
No I knew she was not my dark lady
My queen would recognise me
And how I rage each day passing
That I keep arguing identity
Does she not know how hard this is
How I spend enough time doing this
Makes me hate being here, no bliss
When this is my castle, she witness
My home, my castle, my dreams written here
None shall claim I am other than me
I will dream, love and declare my fears
My writing is mine I am alone in this Agony
Silence is wiser
Than opening your mouth wide
Uttering fools hope
The words people say, cruel shades
They are but false reality
Ignore their tired refrain
that is hard for me
I do not know if my meaning clear
When I use such pain with word play
Though I call for my lady dear
Meanwhile try to walk away
Let go the haunting memories
Of past wrongs when life is short
I don’t do it for them, it’s for me
Any moment I could burst
And with the fates holding my thread
Good and tight in their hands
Would they cut me down dead
I won’t leave my regret in this mortal land
So I guess what I mean is I have to let stress go
If at any moment my body, my heart might let go of me
Holding on will only kill me slow
When I let go Like the dragon I finally fly free
My journey with bipolar depression, PTSD, anxiety & paranoia
Books any time any day.
This is all going on in mine....whts in yours??
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
