Divide

Come, my innermost self, let us walk...
Should they not listen... I dare not talk...

I shall not leave... without you at my side...
Your rivers will collide... and your skies... will divide...

When it is so, that you've come to bear...
Angels shall no longer dance... to the songs upon the air...

You will fall... to the resting of your knees...
You will cry... to the falling of your trees...

And when your head rises... once more...
The silent world you once knew... is now in uproar...

Your fears will be many... as they are insane...
Your hopes will be few... as they are in vain...

I shall find you colder... before the end of the third day...
Whisper upon your shoulder... and you shall hear me say...

Come, my innermost self, let us walk...
Should you not listen... I dare not talk...

I shall leave... without you at my side...
Your stories will collide... and your poems... will divide.

Taken

Many greetings, fellow brother in aggression...
I am a thief, quite known for my tasteful discretion...
I come to you in the hopes that I can make a lasting impression...
You see, my friend, I have but a small... distasteful confession...
You have caught my eye, and have tugged at the core of my obsession...
I wish to know the nature of your work... the nature of your profession...

The shadows hide you not, curious thief...
My words with you shall be short-lived and brief...
That which I bring to people... knows no ignorance... and no disbelief...
I am the end to all suffering... the beginning to all relief...
Those left behind shall drown in sorrows... and sulk in their grief...

Ah, you are an assassin... devoid of all emotion... devoid of all fear...
I must say... you have my undivided interest, my fascination ends not here!
Any closer to my heart, be it myself, a victim to you I would volunteer!
If you'll be so good, assassin, a story or two I'd very much like to hear...
It is the very art of your blade that I have yet to pioneer!

Do you not understand... thief? Is it not clear?
Your kind knows not of what the world is like on my frontier...
Before I shed blood... the eye must cry... must shed a tear...
Before I hear screams... the regret is true... ever so sincere...
Before I see the end... the pain is real... and ever so severe...
So spare me of your ridicules, thief! I am not one to revere...

Come now, assassin, you need not hold such unbearable shame,
The world lay before us corrupt and broken, and such we became,
You and I are but the dust in the ash, and it is the ash that is born of flame,
We may not share the one weapon, we may not share the one name,
But look around you, assassin, do you realize now that we are one and the same?

Misguided thief, you're ill understanding of life...
Your words are as loud and empty as a screaming fife!
Replacements for what your hands have taken are many and rife...
Replacements for what my hands have taken end at the means of my knife!

Logic

My eyes fall to the horizon that I know best,
My hands tremble to no end, they tremble to no rest,
My eyes close to the music within my chest,
My hands touch the horizon, unstrained and unstressed.

The strings around me sing, to be loved and heard,
The voice within me speaks not a whisper, speaks not a word,
The ravens around me fade, to be silent and blurred,
The spirit within me now no longer still, no longer unstirred.

My mouth widens to a smile, sorrow grants me right,
My body loses control, lost in the sounds of this strange night,
My feet leave the ground, gravity grants me flight,
My eyes open once more, lost in the view of this strange sight.

Logic can no longer explain,
My understanding can no longer sustain,

How this mind can create immortal human formation,
Perfection, by this ever so mortal human imagination?

How this can somehow be real...
When my heart wants to think, and my mind wants to feel?

Drizzle

Have I not learned... a world blessed for lesser sight,
Have I not learned... wrongest of wrong, and rightest of right.

Have I not learned... water, in which swim becomes flight,
Have I not learned... darkness, a mere absence of undivided light.

Patience, in the stature of a tree?
Purpose, at the very tip of a key?
Persistence, upon waves of a sea?
Power, within a desperate call or plea?

Courage, in those who believe?
Confidence, in those who achieve?
Conviction, in those who perceive?
Compromise, in those who receive?

Serenity, that is profound?
Sacrifice, that is confound?
Sky, that is within ground?
Silence, that is within sound?

If only, long ago I'd stopped yearning,
Then my world would come to no turning,
If only, long ago I'd stopped learning,
Then my flame would come to no burning.

Have I not learned... a world set in absolute vain,
Have I not learned... gain from loss, and loss from gain.

Have I not learned... to await the subsidence of pain,
Have I not learned... to await the drizzles... of light rain.