To be a bird and fly upon the breeze
And on the warmth of summer wind to fly
And sing a song and laugh among the trees

Oh rise and fall with such a calming ease
And nothing can go easily as high
As can a bird that flies upon the breeze

You sing your song whenever you may please
And never wonder if it's truth or lie
Just sing the song and laugh among the trees

The workers and the stressful men you tease
Explore a world not limited by sky
And say "I am the bird that flies the breeze."

And should Love's voice ere say to you that she's
The one to which your heart you may rely
Just sing your song to her amidst the trees

To live a life and every whim appease
And in a quiet, happy peace to die
So is the bird that flew upon the breeze
And sung a song, and laughed among the trees.

Could it be?
I don't know...
Really?
Could I...
And...
Nah.
Unless...
Maybe?
I don't think so.
And yet...
That would be kind of funny.

Elation! Oh, my heart is dancing!

Singing!
Laughing!
Can you say Giddy?

Could it be?
Maybe...
Maybe...
Maybe...!
 
no.
 
No, it's not.
It isn't.
Hopes... Knocked down.
Dreams... Only dreams.
Love... Is so fickle.
 
Oh well.

Sometimes you may be in the darkest abyss
But wherever you go, promise me this
That you will not forget my love
That you will lift your head above
The challanges you face each day
The bullets that my come your way
You will be happy despite all dispair
You will remember that I always care
Always be happy and have a good day
Smile because it will brighten your way
I love you.

Written for Jeremiah Pena's song Wonderful


A dream...
But you are there.
You're always there in my dreams.

In a dark forest, late one night
Surrounded by the dark eyes
and the towering trees
Running

Running, running, through the night!
With bare feet and open hearts
Wild grins and laughing eyes!
Should I never need depart
Your side!
Listening to our hearts beat
In tune with the sounds of nature...

Sitting under the shade
Of a great oak tree.
I look at the moon
Reflecting off of your beautiful face.
Our Eyes meet.
What a wonderful feeling.
Being with you.

Sing and Rejoice!
Rejoice and Sing!
Dance in your streets
Your living-rooms and your closets!
For we have great reason to have joy!

Those who have long been dark and dreary
Now are seen with a smile
That cannot leave their faces!
Is this not reason to sing and rejoice?

Sing halleluah, clap your hands!
Sing and rejoice!
Sing with your hearts, your minds and your mouths
At the shining smiles of the worried heart!

The worried heart, the wounded heart,
Loves again, loves again!
The shy heart, the timid heart,
Loves again! Loves again!

One to the other,
The other to the one,
the lock is the key
and the key is the lock.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Oh my heart is singing!
The joy that fills the shadowed heart
Fills my own heart
And causes it to Sing and Rejoice!

Overcome with Despair
Staring into the distance
As if looking for the light
At the end of a gloomy tunnel.

But I can't see anything
But the darkness ahead.

I look for a light
A warmth
Something!
Something that can tell me
That there is more to life
then anxious agony.

I look.
And I look.
And I find lights.
Lights that brighten the day.
But they are no more then matches.
And soon they are again hidden from view.
And I am left with nothing but an empty tunnel
And the desire to scream my agony to the dark spirits that accompany me.

I've lost it.
Dignity.
I was a soldier.
I was proud.
I was strong.
I would hold my head high no matter the challenge.
But I can't any longer.

Where are the arms I need right now?
Where are the eyes I need to see?
Where is the love I need to feel?
Before despair takes control of me?

But I've already lost.
I screamed into the night.
I cried myself to sleep.
My head isn't held high anymore,
Because it's too busy being dropped in shame.

Depression makes every word
From the people I hurt
Into a sharp piercing night
Thrust into my heart.
And I welcome it.

I hurt them.
Now let my heart bleed.

Somewhere there is a light.
Somewhere there is the love.
Somwhere there are the arms that will hold me
Like a weak child.
That's what I need.
But I don't have it.
I only have agony.
And despair.

The sun comes up.
The light shines down
On these ruins.

This once-proud town.
These once-strong symbols
Now are ruins.

The light shines through
The broken walls
Of these ruins

The walls half stand
Holding on to their strength
Though they are ruins.

The sadness is past.
It's all history
In these ruins.

Testaments to strength
And to defeat of strength.
Ancient Ruins.

Star!
Bright Star! Little Light!
How you shine on me tonight!

A glistening diamond in the sky.

A shining jewel I wish was mine.
A prick of light in blackest sky
With your brothers and sisters shine.

Pure against the darkened sky.
Beauty in a person's eyes.
Sparkle like a priceless gem.
Shine like pure light.

Written to the song "Overtaken" by Jeremiah Pena
http://jeremiahpena.com/site/2010/01/overtaken/

What is this?
What is it's meaning?
This tragedy that fills my soul
The despair that comes over me.
Strength seems to be fleeing
But I need every ounce that I have
I must fight this battle
But only more tragedy lies ahead.
Why does this so overcome me?
Why is the emotion so deep?
Like a hole, never ending
A sad note echoing still.
The anguish! The anguish! It fills me!
Though I ride into battle head high.
The tragedy, tragedy, kills me!
Before the enemy raises his sword!
The sad note, the tragedy, echoes...
That note plays to my dying breath...

I wrote this in English a while back... Yeah, it's to a song, but I don't know what the name of the song is...

Rushing along!
A spring in my step and a dance in my walk.
Though peasent I am, high as a lord I feel!
The countryside seems to sing,
The green grasses raise chorus
To the happy summer sun!
Rushing along
The worn dirt road.
Bowing to every carriage that passes
And laughing to every traveler!
Jump, laugh, dance and sing,
Rush along! Rush along!
A spring in my step, and a dance in my walk.

Joy!
High like a ballon!
A rush like a rollercoaster!
Joy!
Like a sunshining day!
Like a blue sky above me!
Joy!
People ask me why I can always feel
As high as a king,
As high as a king,
Why do I laugh at every thing?
Why do I smile all day?

Why not?

I feel... at peace...
It seems as if all the things that were attacking me, they are gone now.
They melted away. Like snow in the bright, happy sunlight.
Finally.
I knew that they could not last.
But even though they are gone,
The thoughts still make me wince.
But that's normal.
The songs
They no longer make me think
Of what is lost
But rather, the happy memories.
The songs are sweet again.

Umm... huh... well, that kinda failed at being happy. So much for doing a happy improv poem... it's not even that good of a poem... what do I even call it? Let's try this again.

Shock
Unbelief
Questions
How? Why? When? What?
No answers. Just emptiness.
Strength, then breaking,
No tears. Only torture.
War.
War of the heart and of the mind.
Swirling thoughts and emotions.
Memories.
But they are good memories.
And when all else melts away,
There is still that lingering joy
That is the fine accent marks
On this painting of life.

Is it just me, or do all of my poems start out really, really depressing and then have a happy, peaceful ending? It's kinda weird. :P I think I'll try to write a happy one now...