As a girl, I dreamed I was a goddess,

Clothed in white and gold.

Who danced among the midnight clouds,

A sight so clear and bold.

But when I tripped and fell back down,

I realized who I am,

From god to girl is such a drop,

I feared it was my end.

Life with you began so sweetly,

Until you changed your heart,

But now looking back upon that time,

It was me who fell apart.

I never thought I’d live this life,

But now it’s all I own.

As a girl I dreamed of guys and friends,

Now I dream alone.

My only friends in times of hate,

Is the blood I cry,

And the presence of the darkness,

In the shade I hide.

I once thought the world could never,

Make me hurt this much.

But when I scratch, cut, burn or bite,

I feel the shadow’s touch.

I told him everything.
I gave him everything.
I knew everything.
Then I lost everything.

He was my dearest friend.
He was the one I confided in.
He was the one who knew everything.
And I lost everything.

I thought I knew him.
I thought he knew me.
I thought we knew eachother.
Still, I lost everything.

He was my friend,
But he was his friend,
And he was my enemy.
So I lost everything.

Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe he lost everything.
Maybe I lost nothing.

A flash of light
Across the scales and eyes
Bats away the darkness
Of demise
It saves the soul
And heals the wounds of time
Love conquering the shadow
Spread over like an ocean
But not cold as water is
Rather warm and welcoming…
Something one must earn
Yet equally give

The night was a time for peace,
A time for healing.
A time for sleep.
Humming the bars of a song
The Gate-walkers step
Through the portal
Into the realm of war and peace.
Where sits the gathering gloom
Lifts the fading fog.
This was what eternal meant
And shall always mean.

Nobody sees what I want them to see,

When I am hidden behind my mask

The ones of true soul see a cold, heartless rock,

While the other rocks see a pathetic outcast

In both groups I am a freak,

When I am hidden behind my mask

I am a bright sunflower in the foreboding grotto,

Yet I am a black sheep among the beautiful lambs

What do others think of me,

When I am hidden behind my mask? I’ll tell you

Those with which I share the darkness

Feel as if I insult their dominion

By welcoming in the light

And those with which I bask in the light

Feel as if I plague their kingdom with scum

By dragging in the darkness

Where do I belong,

When I am hidden behind my mask?

Those who care not what others think,

Who reside in the dark,

Or those who are constantly fighting amongst each other,

Yet are discretely envied by the former?

Perhaps I belong in solitude,

To wallow in the joy that I take

In both my soul, and the mask that conceals it

I thrive on both; my life would end,

Were either to be changed so that the soul would match the mask

But solitude kills me more than my failed attempts to fit in,

When I am behind my mask

I cannot live with it, nor can I live without it

This is the curse of my wonderful, yet reviled,

My magnificent, yet detestable,

My lovable yet despicable mask

Cool and welcoming shade

Warm reluctant breeze

I close my eyes in wonder

At my silver maple tree

Its leaves they speak of comfort

Like the breath off of the sea

Like candlelight in darkness

Is my silver maple tree

Its branches spreading skyward

From storms it shelters me

I’ll always be protected

By my silver maple tree

Standing tall through snow and rain

Ignoring harsh wind’s plea

Strong like a mountain is the trunk

Of my silver maple tree

Reaching deep into the earth

Like many men before me

Far and wide are spread the roots

Of my silver maple tree

The shade is always welcome here

The wind makes me feel free

And now I pray in thanks again

For my silver maple tree

Give me a place, where joy is plain as day.
Give me a place, where sorrows melt away.

Give me a place, where wars never start.
Give me a place, where the world has a heart.

Give me a place, where rain isn’t feared.
Give me a place, where shadows are endeared.

Give me a place, where night and day are one.
Give me a place, where the moon loves the sun.

Give me a place, where man never lies.
Give me a place, where love never dies.

Give me a place, where all can be free.
Give me a place, where I can be me.

The sands of time where lovers once met

walking hand in hand

sharing hopes and dreams

of what their

future might bring

it is with this sense

I dig deeper into the coolness

of their strength, joining forces

with the spirits past

as you and I walk the same path

Our thoughts and feelings are

shared

as we too leave footprints

just like the others

who at one time pledged

their undying love for each other

by Margo

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