Secret

Haven't seen him in the past few days
But I see him in my head now, anyways
I miss him so very much
I wish he knew how much....
I remember that very night
That night I felt so much life (when I probably shouldn't have)
I gave the little girl a piggy back ride up the stairs
As he watched me, I felt him watch me............
I watched her as she banged on a drum in one of those bean bag chairs.


Later he came up, and peered through the door,
I didn't have to look up when he did, I felt him there at the door
Caught me red handed as I thought I might sing a bit, sing a little love song....
(Oh, but I decided against it.......... Even when he was gone.)
I put the microphone down my face dropped
I knew I couldn't with him there, so instead I silently sobbed
But his eyes looked on, looked on me without seing the tears through my wall

He left and when I came back he had his red rose in his hand
His rose in hand, rose in hand, in hand
The one I gave everyone from the start, the one everyone threw away (But him)
He smiled at me peculiarly which made me wonder....... which made me wonder.....
which made me wonder............ does he know my secret?

Beginning to Go

Beginning to go, starting to leave
Beginning to walk, starting to step into the sunlight.

Marching the walk, treading in the sand
Marching in silence, treading away from where I now stand.

Learning to fear, wanting to cry
Learning to love, wanting to laugh.

Walking to heaven, going towards hell
Walking to judgment and my God as well.

Small Deaths

A wolf cries for the moon

The moon cries for the sky

The sky cries to the heavens because it

has no desire to die.

Breaking in the Dark

Darkness swallows all
As I sit here, it consumes me;
I watch my bestfriend with him,
Whispering sweetly, smiling happily,
laughing
laughing
laughing

I know they cannot see me,
I am like their shadow
I am around, But alarmingly
they don't know.

In the dark parts of the theatre I hide
Look closer, maybe this time you'll see
Have you ever felt that you were being watched?
Have you ever thought that you were breaking a heart?
Have you ever thought
that you might be breaking my heart?

Ms.

Into The Forest

The smell of musty undergrowth,

The sound of twinkling laughter from the stars.

The taste of adventure,

The feeling of exploration,

The first one to see.



Am I the first one to see?

The first one to hear that laughter?

To taste the fresh, intoxicating feeling of

exploration, of adventure?

No, not I.



There must have been others before me.

What happened? What changed?

What changed.....................



Now I smell meat, dead meat.

Now I hear sneering, laughing of

stars, jeering, jeering.

The taste of fear is a surprising sensation

on my tounge;

Now I feel sweat upon my brow.



What happened? What changed?



What changed.......................................................





M.s.

Silence In A Scream

Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The unheard gasp, the thoughtless passion,





the tone of which emphisizes the other sound?





Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The garish crying, the emotion rising,





the sound the provokes it?





Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The endless noise, you can not hear it,





but it makes you hear the scream, loud as thunder,





clear as icy water, sharp as a sword:





The time you hear it, you cannot ignore it; for the

silence is louder than the scream.



M.s.

The Land and I

When I glance away,
My soul stares anyway.

As I gain control,
My mind is yet to be found.

As I enter this world, this land,
I must exist in this empire, that democracy.

My heart is gong to beat with it's own rhythm,
No matter what the cold world tries to do.

When I turn away,
I find myself echoing that sight through my mind.

It's uncontrollable,
Yet it's not terrible.

It's passionate,
Passionately insane;
Yet so am I,
And so is this land.



M.s.