Your Spirit In The Twilight

......I pray you'll be our eyes.....

I walk out of the house and look up at the star-speckled twilight

......and watch us were we go......

I used to believe in you as a child,
but now I believe in something greater than you,
I believe in your spirit

......and help us to be wise....

your spirit brings joy, love, relation, and relief to the world
and we need that the most.

....in times when we don't know....

I might not have gotten what I deeply wish for,
but I have gotten something I don't deserve,
Something beautiful that can not be just rapped in bows,
I have be given love

...I pray we'll find your light
and hold it near our hearts....

Please spirit, fix the world to be a better place,
show the arrogant the truth,
show the hopeless some light,
show the masked a friend,
show the bitter true love,
show the hurt a way,

.....when stars go out at night...

That mysterious twilight

....when shadows fill our day....

show the spoiled need,
show the blinded your glow,
show......

....lead us to a place
guide us with your grace....

....a new world.

...give us faith so we'll be safe.

MERRY CHRISTMAS
JOYEUX NOEL
FELIZ NAVIDAD
AND ANY OTHER WAY IT MAY BE SAID....
.....WITH LOVE

What Do You Do

What do you do when the Christmas lights seem to fade?
I am sick of writing lachrymose poems.
What do you went the raucous air shows monotony?
I don't know where to go.
What do you do when every song on the radio is the same?
I don't know who I am anymore.
What do you do when old friends are hard to speak to?
I am falling into the void.
What do you do when your days run out of excitement.
I am turning 17.
What do you do about people with a overabundance of hubris?
I have rectitude as I lie.
What do you do with quixotic dreams?
I wish I was covered with a blanket of stars?
What do you do when the questions don't get answered?
I don't know that answer...

Phantoms of Wise and Nefarious Kindness

Surrounded by phantoms,
some nefariously kind,
others sympathetically mean,
Recurrences of what I have already seen,
my life is full of these,
I can't understand what they're purpose is,
Will this ever be his?
Unsureness of happiness,
like a danging carrot of paradise,
this is not the actual idem, but the love,
a forever lost, pure dove,
They tell me I should do this,
and expect me to do that,
They don't understand my want of freedom,
does the secret lie in an ancient tome?
Going now to a place
where more phantoms lie,
they see me as foreign and unwonted,
should all of this have been prevented?
Like an exhibit enclosed in the glass of youth,
the wise phantoms think they can see,
I just wish for my future to unfold,
a story that is still untold,
Am I cared for or just agknowlegded,
as a pupil and nothing more,
another stick in the road of Life,
containing the usual amount of strife,
Mystery, magic, they interlock,
all I want is some amount of faith and beauty,
but what people want they don't always receive,
I guess all I can do is believe...
....for how long shall I believe?

Just Stir

What is this feeling
inside of my heart.
I am not sure when it will stop,
or when it did start.
Is it the feeling of rejection,
or being ostracized by your loved ones,
is it the threat of a madman,
who probably has multiple guns.
Is it the plague of hopelessness,
that your life seems trite and gray,
This ineffable feeling,
what it is I just can't say.
I want it to be gone,
and be replaced with unbridled joy,
i am sick of this feeling,
all it does is annoy.
I am sick of everything,
everybody, and every thought,
it seems hard to remember,
how much I have actually got.
No stopping the train,
life goes on,
from each lonely night,
to each painful dawn,
No matter how much better I become,
or how much more I learn,
I can only see a dark day,
with a vase and an earn,
This feeling inside me,
that turns all into a blur,
I'll have to keep fighting,
just move, just stir.