The Mountain

Upon this mountain,

I shall stand,

Awaiting grace and peace

In the sand,

Dug are my feet,

Preparing for the grand wave,

Dark  thick clouds over head,

But calm am I,

Anarchy consumes the lost,

So upon this maintain,

I shall wait,

Perched at the edge.

Beautiful

Alas, skies divide,

magnificence in righteous light emerge,

strong, powerful, overwhelming,

darkness flees… beautiful.

Seven figures, light dances around,

triumphant, their presence,

screams of repentance many do.

Prayers of rejoice, few…beautiful.

No Fruit

Shimmering reflections of a day that could be,

Reach falls short,

Calluses hold no grip or traction,

Filled with roads, hollow and arid;

Reach falls short again,

Pale colored steps race to the pinnacle,

Flesh on flesh, lay but still,

Empty trails, scorched lands hold no fruit.

My Heart

Although this is  not the end of my road,

I feel I am confided To the escapes of my mind,

Feeling these jagged walls Pressing tighter more and more,

This suffocation, Is too much to bare without your name…

I watch from distant skies as you,

Fall away…

Dull vision in empty picture frames,

They won’t fade…

I watch from distant skies as you,

Fall away…

I,

Will follow passions flame,

Until the end of my days,

For as long as the fires remain,

My heart will speak your name.

Fallen,

Away,

See past the skies…

Fallen,

Away,

See past the skies…

My Guitar {Revised}

Sitting home, once again in my chair; awaiting “the song” to come from my fingertips

from fingertips Longing for the song of songs, to achieve my goal; a purpose.

Like a monk I sit there, deep into meditation, thought wrapped around me waiting for the

stings to awaken and become vibrant.

As I switch the amplifier on my heart races just as fast; so close to achieving the sonic

lust I crave.

The tone I live for, the magestic cries from the bends of the metallic strings, the strikes

from the plastic pick to tense nickle.

Anticipation turns into ecstasy and I feel, alive.

Through the darkness my eyes burn bright with passion's flame and I am reborn.

Adrenaline surges through me, and for hours father time and I stand off, as light turns

into shadows, until it nears the time to retire.

As time walks around me, lost with in, the flame slowly withers; in need of rest 

for a new day.

I sit back down, taking in I have done, lean over to turn the amplifier off and slowly sit

back in my chair.

With a deep breath I lift my axe and place it back upon its throne; so that he too my rest;

for tomorrow shall be the day we create the song to build upon reality from dreams of

youth I hold on too, but for now dreams sit along side the guitar and I.