What truth is there is favourites?
For a favourite's face is weak
Vanity can only feed lonely minds
Once pride has gone to sleep

With intervals of shimmering doubt
Riding the waves of song
Offering itself as a nursery rhyme
Amidst the promise to belong

Colours cascading down the walls
Of a place I call my home
Each one triggered by a memory
And my fondness for each stone
The vibrant pinks are rushing past
While yellows tug at my sleeve
They all obtain a special charm
That they hide not from me...

Raven's Sentence


A hovering shade
Owning roots in the madness
Of a shadow that fell before your time
A product of rhyme
Feeding hope through the sadness
Of a black that endures just to fade

A Rare Monologue

Leave me to remember
What you remember not
Or might not remember quite as well
Because if anything says; "'t is all the same"
It's the words you choose to tell

Leave me to abandon
What you abandon not
Or might not abandon as gracefully as I
Because if anything shows the face of Love
It's the consistent presence or lack thereof

Leave me to surrender
What you surrender not
Or might not surrender as willingly as I
Because if anything states a reluctant goodbye
It’s the moment our tears fail to die

Leave me to accomplish
What you accomplish not
Or might not accomplish quite as well
Because if anything bleeds; “not to be forgotten”
It’s the pulse that drives me to rebel

Leave me to bear witness
What you can witness not
Or might not witness as selflessly as I
Because if anything claims a genuine anchor
It’s the fragmented path of vanity’s odor


Leave it to me to remind you
When to walk away
And take my lead
As I enclose my feelings, unafraid
Leave it to me to reach you
On levels you did not go
And look up to me
To see the face you do not know…


You heard me
You heard me
Then; leave me
Please, leave me
Leave me to remember
And leave me to forget
And, by chance, it might be
That I shall not regret…

He stares along a busy street
And stumbles to get to his feet
Having run so fast, having fought so long
Even in weakness he is strong

You’re the man who’s walking with the shadows
Just like it’s judgment day
And you weren’t at the trail
Cause you’ve got nothing left to say

Standing there, amidst the quiet chaos
Just like a falling sound
And you wouldn’t turn to face me
Although your feet left the ground

You’re the one who’s always in the distance
Just like a memory’s past
And you couldn’t ask assistance
That might knock you from your cast

Staring there, as if a silent witness
Just like a newborn cry
Hold your breath and that might help you
To reduce your will to try

Sometimes I wish I had a bottle
It would be made of glass
Maybe that would make it special
Or maybe make it last
It would contain a heartfelt message
Once swept up by the sea
It would travel across the depths, I know
A gift to you from me


And over the rocking waves it’d go (…go…)
And over the endless blue
And past the darkest secrets (…secrets…)
Because a promise can come true

And over the rushing streams it’d slide (…slide…)
And over the purest green
And past the midnight revelations (…lations…)
My words will cause a scene


Sometimes I wish I had this bottle
To let it out so sea
Maybe that would make it easier
For you to notice me
It could remain a man-made castle
To shield our truth from time
And you would place it on the family mantle
And say it wasn’t mine


And over the rocking waves it’d go (…go…)
And over the endless blue
And past the darkest secrets (…secrets…)
Because a promise can come true

And over the rushing streams it’d slide (…slide…)
And over the purest green
And past the midnight revelations (…lations…)
My words will cause a scene


Yes, at times I wish I had this bottle
Like a casing for my heart
But to think it might affect you deeply
Would be the ending of a start
Although my words do long to tingle
The shapes that make you smile
I know you claimed it’d be much wiser
To stick to things worthwhile...

You're welcoming their loud applause
A thunderstorm of little paws
Yet unbeknownst of you it dies
Just like the fire in your eyes

You're keeping warm their hungry mind
A helping shadow for the blind
Yet unbeknownst of you they stray
Just like echoes of yesterday

Enchanté


Sweet, sweet mystery
Let no one know your name!
Are you lost or afraid?
Oh, will you tell me?

Sweet, sweet tragedy
Let no one steal your fame!
Do you know who's to blame?
Oh, will you help me?

No, I am not like you....
I am not like them....
I am simply here
Watch me disappear

I am nothing more
Than all that I say
And our words relate
Watch me hesitate

Sweet, sweet melody
Let no one find your frame
Are you calm or estranged?
Oh, you compell me

Sweet, sweet remedy
Let no one claim your game
Are you asleep or awake?
Oh, you held me

No, I am not like you....
I am not like them....
I am simply here
Watch me disappear

I am nothing more
Than all that I say
And our words relate
Watch me hesitate
Watch me hesitate
Watch me hesitate
Watch me...

Before it's too late

Garden of the Forgotten


Like the sculptures in the dark
A niche inside a memory
Standing vacant and alone
In the dust of failing shelter

Like a library of dreams,
Where bookmarks lead to no man's land
Acting as a hidden storage
For the last of your brave remains

The Reaper


Yes, to harvest adoration
A common goal it is
Yet let the harvester be warned
If foul intentions are the reaper
The fruits shall never be as sweet