Desu NotoHeartbeat fails, blood to ice,The makings of pride and avarice.Do it again, seal a fate,First their name, then the date.Then the method, make it right,Make it suit their sin and crime.For you are just, your word is law,Your power strikes all, rich and poor.You're unseen, a phantom hand,Your reach stretches over all the land.Take the pen, open book,Let no crime be overlooked.You are God, let all bow down,Your book and mind, scepter and crown,None can stand against your will,Those who tryYou will kill.
No definition...Love isNo.That's not right.Love isn't something that can clearly be defined.It's unique.Different for everybody.Love is......it's when you see them walkingOn the other side of the road.And you don't want to say "Hi!"For fear of melting from their smile....it's the feeling you getWhen you hug someone.And no matter what happens,No matter who talks,You don't want to let go....it's when you search the internet or read a book,Look up the definition for "love",Lean back, and think:Yes, that's how I feel....it's when you can't get to sleep at nightBecause they spin round and round in your head.And refuse to leave your thoughts.Love isNo.That's not right.Love isn't quantifiable, defineable.It's something that, despite all the evidence ofPheromones, hormones, compatability,Genetics, eugenics and chemicalsIt can never be controlledOr understood.That's what love is
I Dream of Her...If this is a dream, then let me not wake.Is she just a reflection on a sleeping lake?Or could I see her with my very own eyesLest she discards her sleeping disguise?I see her now, and she gives me peace.Undoes my shackles, offers me release.Closing my eyes I begin to dreamOf the maiden lake that I had once seen.
Summer dreamsThe sun shines on the horizon as the day draws to a close.I hoped this day of memories would never end.I say my goodbyes as everyone else goes,Knowing today was a day well spent.Flowers sway in the summer breeze,The air filled with the hopeful futures of tomorrowAnd the sweet memories of yesterday.I recount each face, each friend of mine.I wouldn't swap them for the world.They are my strength, the force behindMe - I hope they know.Leaves fly in the summer breeze,Alongside the sounds of blissful laughterAnd loving promises.Days like this will become rare as time goes by.We must all go our seperate ways to seek our destinies.But I will remember my friends until the day I die.Perhaps I'll see them again - we'll see.