REstrained

Let there be a soft bed,
Where I can stare at the sky,
And forgo all who judge,
And fool all, who look in the eye.
Them that I care are strangers,
And strangers do still show care,
This be no place for a heart,
No place for thoughts laid bare.
Let there be a closed room,
Where none can meet my stare,
None to come, none to go,
None to lie about care.
Let my thoughts be a monologue,
And days diminish into nothing,
For stars are a haunt,
The dark is more soothing.
In desires awake and gone,
Of words spoken and feigned,
Truth is this heart stands alone,
Of labours lost and gained.
Let the paths be as dark,
For the darkness I am used,
Let none shine a light no more,
For I cannot stand another ruse.
An excuse has been always,
To think that there was better,
For once let it lie,
Let the silence be my fetter.

A song and the night

A reason to live,

Is it so hard to find?

Talking to self, wandering about,

Restless ,listless,

And forbidden moments I've left behind.

They now whisper,

My thoughts speak to me,

Seeking the way, speaking asides,

Countless, speechless,

Ghosts I see, a deep frost in me.

Rhythm now deserts,

And those words I forget,

What is faith or was it hope,

Faithless ,Reckless,

A song and a day are but long to forget.

Fool of the bargain

False the heavens have been,
Your gods , they lie ,
A summer but I have seen.
A few doors away I was,
Or was I so far,
Yes I looked the other way,
Yes I fought another war.
But the day a man looks back,
All to naught been shrunk,
All the houses bought,
That day he knows,
The value of a wink
And a second thought.
The doors are now barred,
In graves the past interred.
Off winter do heart's flee,
And the lonenly heart sings,
No fires do my eyes see,
In cold do I sleep without,
Yes I have paid my fee.

one

If i could a flower find,
One that withers not,
With age or slime,
Of love begotten,
And faith sublime:
Happy i would be.
But flowers wither,
of age and slime
for love i gather,
Is not all bliss;
and faith is they say,
Is blink and you miss.
Off heaven ws white made,
In heaven it stays,
And all mortals who faith search,
In graves it lays.