EMPTYEMPTY=====Climb insideTake a peekWhat do you seeWhat do you see I ask youA whatYou see emptiness do youRephrase what you seeI cannot see what you describeA darkness you sayNo light you sayI still cannot see what you seePlease try again I beg youA hole you sayI still cannot seeUse words that mean thingsSomething I can graspYou can'tYou say you can'tI cannot see that you can'tWhy notYou say you cannot describe to me what you seeThen what good is seeingYou choose to use larger words nowYet I still cannot see
EARTHEARTH=====Everlasting.A foreign concept to us.So fragile.So...Mortal.One minute, we drool over the "latest and greatest."Next thing we know - it's already found itself in the trash.A fast-paced world for a fast-paced people.An ever-changing race.An expendable race.Are objects the only thing we abuse?Of course not.If not us, whom would hurt us the way we do each other?We are all loved and unloved.Beautiful and fragile...Corrupt garbage.Take your pick.Pick your side.We are all to blame, "an eye for an eye.""Out of reach" is what we preach.Perfection would come from correction.Will such a people ever learn?If they do will it be too late?In the end, who's fault will it truely be?Who has the final say?We decide our fate.Perhaps one day.In failing to reach our goals.We will realize we are equal.That nothing matters more than our own petty existance.To be drowned out by the light-years upon light-years of emptiness.That it is more than we are.More alive?Perh
Winter NightsWinter Nights=============Emptiness surrounds such a void.No one is there.But her and I.She stands there, pale.Long dark hair,Flowing to the floor.Her face simple,Yet the definition of purity.A whiteness, a cleanliness,Unparalleled by nature itself.Her thin back, supple but stiff,Strength and beauty intertwined.The voice of the angels,crisp and comforting.Everything I ever needed,Ever wanted.So far away,Out of reach.Perhaps one day...I'll wake up.
Jager DreamsJäger Dreams============What are we?If not mounds of flesh.As do the seasons,We come and go.Past, present, and distant future,Time flies by as feelings grow.It takes but one man to make a difference.If people were to know what immenently approaches,Would they change their ways?I'd hope not.Rewards are something, but there's more to us.Whether they have one God or many,Few or none,Who they are should not change.Who is it that determines your fate?Inspiration may feel rare in dire times,But there is a way.Open your heart to the truths inside,And be who you were meant to be.Hope resides in the most unlikely of places at times,And in the most interesting of people.Though missed when they are gone,The population persists and moves along.Power corrupts and morals fade,But blessed are those whom remain just in the most foul of societies.Man to man,Impressions,Truth,and what is right.Go forth and change the world this night.Dreams of fog and mist loom nigh,