strider

When the hurt is gone
and the crying done

when your tears have dried
and your resilience tried,
I shall go, as usual,
without a sign
without a sound
without a word

For your heart will be turned else
and the road is where i'll always belong.

It was told that I would stroll on
and never stop
until I reach the end of my journey
but my journey has no end, nor beginning
So I stroll on.

The end that I have seen
strayed far beyond, I have
so that the only memories in my mind
are that of the January rains
That the only sounds in my ears
are your soft whispers in the dead of the night.

I've made mistakes
over and over
and now is the time for the reaping.
I'll take the bullet
I'll take the wind
And I shall never complain.
So that the moment I'm gone
I'll be forgotten, without a doubt.

I've turned out
to be the Wolf
that scared me so.
Yet I've never shed blood
I've never slain

Where's the wisdom in that?

jan ripples

You only know the worth of what you've had
when you have lost it.
You only live every second's breath worth of life
When you are drawing close to the end.

I've seen them all come
smile and wave goodbye
I've seen them all land,
conquer and leave.
Without a word
Lest a clue
as to who they were...

To hell with their empty promisses
Hollow words and furtive smiles
they were fake and lost
even before they were thought of.
They were bait and lure
even before I were born.

And now today they flock and await
like maggots to rotting meat
now that I am down to my last breath
I see them raise their swords...

But nay I shall not perish
onto their hands
buth rather to my own sword
I shall do justice.

I should have jumped long ago
I should have known...
That this moment would come.
There can be no escape.

crows and crowd

in reply to junean: http://junean.blogspot.com/2006/12/looking-into-your-eyes.html

... then suddenly the crowd turned to crows,
and the crows to shadows

Yet you chose not to see me
and I walked on
admist the gaze of the crows
but your thoughts were burning right though my mind
and i was nobody
you could ever come close to understand...

And your eyes were looking for me
Black on black
crows on crowds
crossbows and arrows...

I was nobody
until your gaze met mine.
That little voice in you
sent oceans in fury
gales and untamed winds hurling...
and into the turmoil you fought
and thought I saw no difference...
but nay you were right...

Admist a crowd of crows
I was nobody you chose to see
so that now the game you played
has turned into a life I lead.