Days

My Days 

My days oh how they shine 

ever bright like the edge 

of a katana

Oh my mind how it burns 

as if 

under eternal rain

How my breath whispers 

secrets to the world

underneath 

And my feet 

How they yearn to be freed
beneath me

but my heart 

oh my heart ....

how can it be?

My strong heart it beats 

like the sine of a wave

ever crashing

How my wisdom 

Silences and constructs 

under mercy

But most of all

Oh how my ambition

How it greets me

It greets me like my love

The Sun 

Blinding my senses 

Bringing me tears 

Unbridled 

Whisking me away under a bath of warmth 

Transporting me to a heaven

That I only wish to bring upon this world

Nights

Nigh

Birds fly by

in this forsaken land 

ive grown to trust 

A light shimmers 

under a moon

I once knew

For the faces 

that pass by in drovels

 are deserted

And unknown

My body a gift 

my mind 

a martyr 

A charter 

Higher art 

I sought farther

then my father

but lower

than my brother 

my friend 

lost in this foreign land

Whose life is forsaken

to be taken

and dismissed

While I live in infamy

And walk away

in treachery

Or her 

the little girl 

standing at the little house on the mountain 

Her pale blue eyes

Igniting me away

Like a roaring engine

So how am I forgotten? 

How am I truly forsaken? 

When I have a hopes

To have my voice ring and cry

my words shake and thunder

to be brought asunder

Is nigh impossible.