On My Own

I saw you when you stood alone

And asked you once to dance

You smiled at me when you said

Maybe there was a chance

But then time reared it’s ugly head

And turned your heart to stone

And once again I find myself

Dancing on my own.


Sands of Time

If only time could once reveal

The secret means of hurt to heal

Then life would not lose its appeal

And hearts would hold to truths revealed.

For once forgotten love is lost

And those downtrodden pay the cost

When bitterness within their souls

Swells and breaks feeble strongholds

Built upon the sands of time

Guarding secrets none can find.

The Hourglass

Time claims many victims too few of which are seen
For none can name the exact time when youth finally flees
And leave the young men old and weary burdened by the sting
That they’ve been robbed of all those years they tossed frivolously

The hourglass of youth once full will stand alone empty
For none on earth could muster strength enough to turn its stream
And gathered cold the sand becomes a dreadful sight to see
Upon the ground of that which promised youth eternally

But the lie that Time will tell lures seductively
Those who wish to stay forever young and wild and free
Telling tales of youth and beauty for eternity
But in the end stabs in the back those fools who will believe

For many men now old and weary of this truth perceived
But cared not for the hourglass which trickled constantly
And mourn now all the years they’ve lost to Time’s harsh honesty
Slowly dying examples of cruel reality

Wisdoms Requiem

Across this wounded, dying land
cries of fear and hurt at hand.
I fear I cannot venture hence-
Time is gone for repentance.

Let me stay here out of sight
if not always- then tonight.
Tell me not that I must leave
lest I pull back into the deep
and vast forgotten depths unknown
residing there until we’ve grown
cold and gray with hope all gone
ravaged till we are undone.

No, tell me not to leave I pray
for you cannot, will not persuade
me to forsake my destiny
which with my soul I have decreed
to stay and hold my place until
the last of human blood’s been spilled
and when the silenced cries of man
no longer spoils all the land
perhaps then I will venture forth
to see what has been left before
the clouds of darkness gather still
and bend before them every will.

Call me heartless, cold, and cruel
“For if you went then maybe fools
would heed the signs that wisdom gave
and repent them before the grave.”
But no I’ve seen it all before
they cannot see beyond the door
of what resides within their eyes
pleasure is their only prize.

So here I’ll lay me down in peace
I fear I’ve lost all heart to grieve.
I cannot change what they’ve become-
Hear this my final requiem.