Village bard

You will succeed
At the stroke of the night
When the children are asleep
And the widows start to weep

You will remain strong,
Resilient to the wind,
The Piper is on his song,
And against his words you're pinned.

But do not quiver,
Do not shudder,
Your resolve,
Is your only strength.

So you fight hard,
You show your strength.
You're the village bard,
You fight till the nth.

sugar.

With the past gone by,
And future away.
Lovers looking ahead,
Hoping the memories to stay.

The future looming closer,
The longing almost over,
dreading desires dead,
Hope seeking light.

The nights get colder,
With trembling memories of your touch,
The ghost of your skin,
Warming me up within.

Time flying by,
Dreams Coming true.
We're almost there sugar,
It's the time to be.

So hold on a little longer,
Let's fight those little monsters,
Because the life we longed together,
Is one worth dying for.

Phase II

A different train ride today. Not to another stop. Just riding along. Taking myself to another world. A world of big and mighty. something so overwhelming that everything else from back home looks like a Dream. A fantasy of unrealistic proportions come true. This is it now. A new world and another race. You're not forgiven this time. I do not get to fail. I must succeed this time around.  There are no second chances in your second beginning. Only hardwork can help me. And we strive to succeed. If I do the numbers enough then I get to see the sunset from the skies. And that it what I am working towards.

Love and you.

My first word and my last,
and everything in-between.
I shall love you,
and I shall love you most.
You are the centre of my world.
In this one and across the seven.
Our lives will as one,
together and eternal.
I shall love,
and I shall love most.

Begin again.

To begin again,
After a great fall.
From a height created,
by no another soul.

To start afresh,
after years of toil.
Invested time lost,
buried beneath the soil.

Dreaming with my back,
rested and comfortable.
Life and people passing by,
not one stopping to look.

Get up, Get out there,
Run along, together and far.
Grow, reach out and achieve.

I don't love you on those days...

I don't love you on all days.
I don't feel loved either.
Love, to me is transient.
It comes and goes in short pulses.
Like panic attacks in a crowded place.
I do not wake up wanting you,
I run away and hide when it hits.
Weakened and mortal,
I wait for it to pass.
I try harder on the normal days.
You don't understand that,
I don't feign my feelings,
Or tell you fancy things.
I just want to get through these troubled times,
hurting you less, wanting you less.
But I know how these things are.
They take control of you,
wrecks your defence,
warms your heart and finds your weakness.
I don't love you on those days.

And there are days I give in,
I let myself be wrecked,
I stop caring about the fire,
I wait for it to burn me down.
And I regret those days.
I want to hold you close,
Feel your warmth, touch your skin.
I lose control over myself.
I crave for you.
I tell you I'm not ready for love,
even when I'm filled with it.
I tell you to go away,
when all i want is to hold on.
I don't tell you I don't love you,
on those days.

Goodbye bee.

I wanted you. I longed for you.
Truly. Wholeheartedly. Honestly.
I wanted the whole of you. Every bit.
I wanted to make you smile.
And I wanted to make you mine.
You are that one memory..
I've played over and over again.
It gives me the shivers even now.
Thinking of that one moment in time.
How it could have gone.
And how it ended up being.
I know you felt it too. That one time.
And that's all it was. That one time.
Now I see you. And I don't.
I long for that feeling to return.
I hope against hope that you remember.
But I know you don't. Might never again.
Yet I gaze away from your eyes.
I'm afraid to show you my burning soul.
I will wait for it to burn down.
And the memories along with it.
I'll be broken again. Melted and cast.
But I'll be shinning on the outside.
And you wouldn't know.
I wished it was different this time.