Butterfly

The violins cry out for cultural identity. As bullets still fly from klashnikov's.
"The cold is coming." Sounds the whispers of suicidal writers.
Innocence is manipulated, developed, then kills.

Released from hate. The defiance, awe inspiring.

As caterpillar to butterfly, let the metamorphosis happen.

In a white stoned building I see lions in crowns moving in the flickering of candle light.
What lurks in such beauty? I ask the night sky.

Beauty draws lines, matures then dies. 
I'm released from your resenting eye's. As a golden thread is plucked from the fabric of an empire.

He isnt anything or he's everything. As nation stands by, upon their King.

As caterpillar to butterfly, let the metamorphosis happen.

Dead In The Water

My spirit meets my body when I pick up this pen.
Does truth always win or should I go again?

The beat goes on, as I watch the man in the Union Jack sing.
I picture Nietzsche dancing and dream I am a King.

It's once again just me and you. So this poem I'll rhyme for you.

I have visions of long lost lands and all that I could miss.
So soften your heart or they will submerge like the 10 cities of Atlantis.

I know you don't mean it, but it's still manslaughter.
When your pride leaves them all dead in the water.

Alone

Where we went he was never too far behind.
Lurking in the shadows, attacking in the night.

I cannot drink the blood of snakes and survive.
Only you, can search your own soul.

In his pain Cain was rejected, I could never reject you.
Then he killed his own ideal, killing everything.

I want more than just to hold you, flesh of my flesh.

There's a white coast in the distance.
Are you still aboard?
Reject the father of lies, not me.
I can, but I dont want to sail these waves alone.

I Wonder

There's a light in your eyes. Your soul, 
in this life has not yet died.
Though how many times, have you pondered it,
and cried?

We are fallen fruit of the same tree.
I hope God forgives as He looks down tonight,
on you and me.

Life it has its battles, this is your war.
I wonder how many, have been here before.
Your lips they did there job as your dark 
skin glistened.
We spoke and we listened.

I smelt your perfume on me, but your kiss I 
did not taste.
Did you find your hide-a-way? your words
you did not waste.
Them and you, I did not forget.
Them and you, I'm glad were met.

Nothing beats reality, I'm now where 
the steal is cold.
Where my soul is ancient, and my thoughts
grow old.

Awareness In The Dark

I think of you still, with just enough sour
to taste the sweet.
In a solo adagio movement the memory of you
is never complete.

I scream your name in silence and hope you
hear me.
From these marshlands let it be.

I remember you as perfect, perfect isn't true.
It would be if I could hold you.

Even in my dreams I don't have you. But in them
I know you are.
You were a butterfly I was the tree, but then
you flew too far.

Your sins will find you out, I would sin to 
find you.
Then pray that it was true.

Suffering isn't just life, it's a holy grail quest.
I heard the whispers blowing in from the west.

I talk to you when it's quiet but peace here does 
not belong.
And the sunlight never last too long.

I'm always waiting for that spark.
Is it you inside? That awareness in the dark.

As The Night Sets In

With balloons and union flags lets meet.
We'll sing and dance in the street.

But tonight, let me see and hear you.
One knee still on the floor.
He, like him, are not with us anymore.

My girl, I have not left you behind.
I'm waiting for you to overtake me.
The battle is in yourself. In you, you will find.

My boy it's time to sleep. Do not peep.
There's magic behind your eyes.
Wake me in the morning. Boy, we are the sunrise.

An as the night sets in.
I know with effort, we all will win.