I Hate You"I HATE YOU!" I wanted to scream.And yet I had not the courage to."I HATE YOU." I thought.And yet the words would have no effect to my tongue."I HATE You." I would have said.And yet the rage had dissipated."I Hate You." I never said.And yet the words sat, heavy, in my chest."I Hate you." I wanted to say.And yet nothing but my breath came."I hate you...""No longer."
Drowning to DeathHere there are no lightsI've got you in my sights.You cannot see meI refuse to let you beYour blood is far too sweetAnd you're simply too fun to beatI'm drowning in this silence;In the water of your indifference,The shadow of hateWith more than love can sate.You purposely live a lieAnd never give reason why.Are you scared of what is to come?Or is it what's already gone?
The Eye of Fire Part 2There are two deep pools filled with fireBelow fine arches of golden brownSet in canvas-stretched faces of siresFar down a line ne'er set to bend down.Fine features carved by an angel's handAnd a devil to keep him at bayAnd bound by curse in the devil's handHere in hell will he forever stayNe'er to rest in eternity's peace,Trapped forever here on earth to killThe innocent - rip them piece from pieceAnd remain in the empty world still?The eyes of fire burn holes in me.If you look at them, you, too, will see.
Conversations UnheardWhat does the sky say?His message is not clear.What does he whisper to the bay?That whisper escapes the peer.Only seamen hear itAnd only seagulls pass.Only in the ocean fitThe salty, old sea bass.Never mind the sea speakingIf a land-dweller you are.All your time, continue seekingFor echoes near and farOf peace on the ground.Tell me, what have you found?
WinterThere is a place beyond the seaWhere snow falls and only fairies beBut once a year they visit usTo bring their wonders and, thus,The land is cold and icy whiteAnd fewer birds are seen in flight.Though it's dark, it's filled with wonder -Wonder of the cold and darkness underThe stars are bright with fairy dustSome white, some blue, some colored rustin the distance, somewhere farA bell rings clear as a star(Brilliant and beautiful)Silver tones piercing the airAs the moon looks on - her face fairAs people are asleepThe fairies are their safety keep.
Masked Angel in two partsHis eyes are black as indian ink,So many questions, is it possible to think?This strange man won't say where he's fromWhat or where or whence he's come.Seduta, what does that mean?He's the most confusing man I've ever seenMisunderstood - is that what he is?The answer, I know, is only his.But this angel, can I trust him?The chance of him telling is very slim.Can I trust those deep, black eyes?How do I know that what he tells me isn't just lies?Is this a phantom of angel?Somehow he reads thoughts.Is he really that gentleOr just using us as props?He is a man of mythA mystery of beyond...