ThePoetOfSteel

  I could hear your echo calling,   Within the howling breeze, A sound that travelled by wing, And fluttered as time began to cease. The scent of the scattered lilies, Reminded me of your never-ending forests, The ones that hid and sheltered me, And offered a promised sanctuary of rest. The safety encompassed my soul, As I imagined the sunlit mornings, Drenched in a peace that fills the deepest of holes, As my roses carefully bloomed in yearning. Your mysterious mazes, I thought, They captivate me so, But will I be lead through the hazes, Or will my heart lose sight of the sun’s gentle glow? I miss your warmth, I truly do, The one felt from my mind’s wistful trees, The sun that glinted against the river of blue, And the way time had ceased, or so it seemed. Why do I miss it? Your wandering forests, When I only remained lost, In a dreamlike state of stardust? Why do I miss it? When all I’ve ever known, Was the way my heart would sit, Awaiting your snow? Because your snow never arrived.

Stuck in a world completely of my own, None of which touches the eyes of this world, Longing to explain, though nothing quite leaves my lips, Wishing for an answer from the ghost of a question. The world I live, it is quite open and free, Filled with a beautiful tint of color and mystery, Love for the galaxies and admiration of the moon, Singing for the glory of the unknown in all forms. I dance, I laugh, I love, I feel, I allow myself to ponder our earthly home in sight, Unable to quite express how lovely it would be, To know deep within my heart of the riddle we call life. The secrets, the answers, the unnamed phenomena,   Of the place we are only to understand through a mind of limits, Breaking through the seams of the core of this planet, Though, indeed, there is so much more we must know of the deep. Tell me, will we ever truly know, Of the enigma we call living in this world? Of the beauty and grace of the universe out of reach, Of the curiosity and wonder of our colorful land of

  Open. Open. Awaken. Now. The world had flipped upside down for a brief moment in time as I felt consciousness and thoughts pour into my previously undisturbed mind. My eyes locked shut, I completely allowed my body to exist in whatever this environment may be.   ‘Where am I?’ ‘What am I doing?’ ‘How am I here?’ These phrases swarmed my brain, bees of panic attacking my logical frame of thinking as my heart palpitated in a state of distress. As if my head were a ticking time bomb, set to erupt at any given moment. ‘Really… Where am I?’ … Open. The thought once more pressed against me, ushering deeper. Deeper within, harder toward my mind’s eye. Please… Open. I sensed this to be of no threat to me. I realized this as my once fear filled heart had been replaced with one of slight ease and repose, my tenseness noticeably lessening as a tie would untangle.   I am asking you… to open.   The calling became clearer. Open your eyes. And I did just that. … As my orbs wandered , my vision attem

Today is a bellow of wind, Tomorrow a forecasted gust of clouds, Yesterday merely a quiet whisper. The passing of time, so strange indeed, How life can flow and flow yet stop so suddenly, Not enough time, there is more that we need, Yet there is an overflow of hours, gushing in to remind us so hurriedly. What a mystery the passing of time can be, With there being no real start or ending of this unsolved inquiry, How the minutes keep ticking with no finish to be foreseen, And consumes our beings with insurmountable amounts of worry. However, it is always important to regain our awareness, That the only time truly in this world is that of the present, And though it may be difficult to remember in periods of unfairness, Relishing in this world’s peace and tranquility brings a joy so whole and pleasant. Time may be an eternal portal of wonder, With no true answer to how it is unlocked, Though we can always attempt for harmony to be our discovery, In a world full of pressure from the tickin

 A sun filled dawn emerges within view, Replacing my beating heart's deeply wounded hole, The joy and heartwarming sight of amber mixed with blue, Carefully and beautifully writes the music of my soul. The autumn leaves drifting whimsically across the fields, Holding a youthful gleam as I take my mid-noon stroll, The remarkable secrets of the natural world revealed, Whispering their wishes directly to my soul. Bright orange and gold burn their mark upon the sky, As the wonderfully pleasant day brings the light that pieces me whole, Approaching the finish of the daylight with a sigh, As the last bit of radiance shines its rays upon my soul. The evening stars are at long last here, Their glint as old as the eternal passing of time, Gleefully painting the world above as I so serenely peer, Cleansing me with a spark of wonder as they sound their lively chimes. Every aspect of this world that ignites my dreams with wonder... That's what unlocks the radiance of my soul.

 When I look up at the stars, twinkling forevermore, I remember the true feeling of home. Home was not quite what others would think of it to be. Though the island of Fornhea provided a sense of security and complete safety, my heart dared to believe that the true meaning of home, at least for myself, was the calling of freedom and adventure to a land far beyond the seemingly infinite waves of the sea. And when I gazed up at those twinkling beings of light, excitedly glimmering without fail each and every nightfall, home had felt within my reach. Peace washed over my entire being as I closed my stormy blue eyes, relishing in the complete and utter silence yet undeniable beauty of the night. Nighttime allowed me to ponder deep in thought. Though life on the island I inhabited wasn't exciting in the slightest, the night nonetheless enabled me to collect my thoughts and emotions, and dream of the life I longed to be a part of. The royal dusk above painted the clouds with faded hues, r

 I sit upon my windowsill, Wandering within my mind, Atop the highest and longest hill, Sits a world that most don't find. Millions of weightless clouds drift across the wind, Mysterious golden chimes sound from afar, And beyond the shimmering bundles of mist, Lies a world I long to depart. Faded out pillars and stone colored ruins, A chest containing lost treasures, A kingdom of tales long forgotten, Though the fascinating essence will surely last forever. If I could hear the legends behind these remains, When the dynasty once prospered during the king's peaceful reign, Or how the warriors at dawn plighted their way across the sand, How my soul would long to journey and experience this intriguing land. Scavenging the silent mounds that had once beamed with life, Brings unexplainable emotions to my heart; of lonely sweet sorrow, Though as the beautiful reminders of what once was arrive, My heart fills with light from the shining rays of tomorrow. I return upon my windowsill, No

 Crawling on the ground Where I don’t make a sound I have no emotions left to bleed Because the pain has made me numb I’ve cried so much, I’ve felt some dumb Now it’s happiness that I long to feed Nobody gets it I don’t want to throw a fit I don’t mean to bug I just really need a hug

 An embrace as warm and tight as the sun, A melody that chimes as gracefully as the stars, The careful touch of the twilight-filled dawn, Holding the universe in its gently loving palm. The warmth of a fireplace in the harsh winter cold, As the scent fills the room with a familiar sense of home, The undying flames flourish as the passion unfolds, Overflowing with delight as it emits a wonderful tone. The soft melody of a bluebird's first song, Calmly yet surely trilling across the wind, The soothing noise of beauty carries me where I belong, As I gaze upon the natural world with a quiet moonlit grin. And all the glories and wonders in life, From the towering castles to the undisturbed trees, Joining with the ripples of the ongoing seas.. That is what I call love.

Good for nothing Never something These are the voices in my head Zero value No one loves you These are the voices I hear in bed You have no chance Just drop your fighting stance These are the voices convincing me to quit Piece of trash Everything you do is rash These are the voices that deal hard hits Every time I fall You rush over, energy and all Just to pick me up again Every time I stumble You make a sweet mumble Giving me power to once again defend The voices go over to you Trying to do the same thing, too I know for me you would never yield So I do the same thing and kick up my shield Charge at them head on Making them less strong They lose their power, falter away Do not worry, I’m here to stay

 I wake up fresh to morning dew Get up to see something new The birds are singing a new song they made As the stars and the Moon slowly fade The melody carries me to noon The Sun is up, but will set soon The light is warm to the touch I move on slowly, but not by much Sunset is here, setting in low It empowers me, and the energy starts to flow The sky turns to an array of amazing warm hues And that's when the stars get their cues It's night time now, and the Moon is bright Full of soft warm and loving light And will remain till nights end As the Moon sets, and the Sun rises again

 Lost in a haze of light and dark, Vivid streams of boundless warmth and bright, Along the slumbering world I quietly embark, I ponder to myself if I've ever truly seen such a sight. My sand dipped toes upon the earth, My mind immersed in the richly glowing clouds, The gateway of dreams emerges with endless amounts of mirth, Twinkles of stardust complimenting the scene with an exquisitely peaceful sound. A world completely and fully of my own, My library of fables my fingertips softly trace, Admiring the lovely herbs and mystical flowers that have grown, Brilliant sunlight showering the greenery with an abundance of grace. As I bid my farewell to this beautifully gleaming grotto, My heart flutters with a sorrowful sense of ache, Though I keep in knowledge that my place will always remain aglow, Upon the midnight dreams my mind wanders before I wake.

 If I lived among the stars, What a wonderfully vibrant life I would lead, Amidst the ethereal singing choir of the planets from afar, My sighs intermingle in harmony, my mind wandering upon the luminescent dream. If I lived among the stars,  I could twirl alongside the numerous constellations, Off and beyond towards the endless warmth of Mars, While the astounding world of infinity amazes with brilliant fascination. If I lived among the stars, I'd place my weary form upon the seemingly weightless clouds, Observing the traces of stardust as they gather miles apart, Dispersed along the Milky Way in a radiant, magnificent crowd. If I lived among the stars, What complete and utter peace my soul would perceive, With the many lovely asteroids and shooting comets from afar, I could never find a reason within to ever dare to leave. Forever I would dance if I lived among the stars... And home it would always be.