ThePoetOfSteel

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.