Pawn

You don't know who I am; what my name is. Where I come from, where I'm going. What's going in my mind. You don't know what makes me smile. and why should you?

You don't care for my dreams. For my hopes and desires. You don't care about the stories I have to tell or the songs I want to sing.

I don't know why you claim you know me. Why you say you speak for me. Why you want me to believe that you stand with me. I don't know why you would delude yourself into such miserable beliefs.

I don't care what you think I dream of. What you think I should have and do. I don't care what you think my life should be.

I don't know why I should be your instrument. I refuse to be a pawn.

Double edged blade

Why have you forsaken me
with this double edged blade
do you think you could set me free
while you burn yourself with hate

Do you really think that your blood smell of peace
and your fires really burn with flames of hope
but know some won't forgive 'till you cease
for they have had enough to cope

we are of brutes, of tyrants, of ignorant fools
who will they follow to the end of the road
be willing, unknowing, to be used as tools
unbeknownst trampling the seeds they sowed

why have you forsaken me
on the crossroads of cruel fate
do you think I could not see
that you would just fade

Do you think your truths comfort me
while I know truths are made up of lies
or your loud songs of what is to be
can silence a real man's cries

we are with threats, with terror, with conniving madmen
who will they lead with all their false vows
be willing, knowingly, to lead to the glen
and all their emotions treacherously arouse

Listen

Listen!
Listen. Stop talking.
Stop talking, stop thinking and listen.
There is something going on. There has been something going on.

Listen.
Listen to the sounds that is being made. To the songs that is being sung. There is something going on.
Listen to the voices. To the cries and the weeps. The yells and the shouts. Listen to the laughter.

Silence. Listen to the silence. Listen to everything.

For we have been talking long enough. We have been walking long enough. Why haven't we realized that there is something to be heard? Something worthy of being heard?

We would have heard.

Listen.
Listen to the nature. The sounds it makes, the silence it breaks.
Listen to yourself. The words you say. The song you sing.
Listen to the story being told. By us; everyone. By everything.

Listen even if you think there is nothing to be heard.

Listen!

Edge

  I stand at the edge of Heaven. Staring upon endless emptiness. Behind me, vast pastures of green. High mountains and endless rivers flowing. Behind me a forest of huge trees and wondrous animals. Behind me a desert of sandy gold, and an oasis full of wonders.

  Behind me castles and palaces. Vast and magnificent.

  Behind me, the whole of Heaven.

  I stare into the vast empty space before me.