fingers across keys play sounds of miracle

they bear wings like light

breath doesn't conceal truths

a fire of knowledge that burns bright

the world falls into darkness of idiocy

but you can only walk in the light

viviente en luz

Lonely, small, angry

confused and distraught.

Other children play,

instead I listen.

I sit inconspicuously,

at adults feet.

When they laugh.

When they whisper.

I take note, 

Mommy's little sociopath

Golden Dreams

Frivolous Greed

Transparent as your crystal wishes

Opaque intentions

Empires of lies

A storm of jewels

A storm of gems

And you my darling

You are the eye of the storm

Tremendously basic

A forgotten name

A forgotten face

I am nothing but a silhouette

Caught in the shadow of stars

Nonexistent

Alone

I wait to be remembered

Wandering aimlessly

Hoping to make an impact

Watching from the sidelines

My legacy is forgotten

As I plunge into the unknown

And hope that this is my oppurtunity

To be more than a silhouette

An intricate structure waiting to built

Forging pathways in darkness

Uniting and diving

Conquering the souls of countless

Creating a network of ideas

Drowning in a sea of thoughts

In myself

Words illuminating 

Words enlightening

Words engulfing 

Popularity contest

Beauty pageant

Lavishly devoting ourselves

Flaunting every gem

And hiding every shadow

Survival of the fittest

Escaping

Transceding

Becoming

Welcoming ideas

Refugees from a cruel competition

Sheltered from the cruel reality

Not from their own magnitude

Whether they wreak havoc

Create illustrious fantasies

Ignite desires

Words are ideas

A burden of creativity 

Is our responsibility

Our ideas create our world

And we cannot hide from our shadows

Hiding them in closets

Locking them in the deepest corner of ourselves

Perfection is a vain ambition

We our compromised of our ideas

Our words

Fortunate enough

To have found a place

In which they do not have to hide in closets

In ourselves

Where they can engulf others

And fly

Oh, the arrogance of one who would calm himself a great man.

the hatred and fear that runs through our veins will not be enough

to quiet our conscience screaming out

"This is wrong."

Oh, the man who would rather build walls than bridges

who screams and yells in sentences made of snakes and snails

and his words pierce hearts like daggers

"This has to be wrong."

Oh, in holy parables he stitched together with desperate claws,

he took away peoples freedoms for fear

and we cheer him on

"As if this isn't wrong"

Oh, says a poet,

on the day this man sits upon a throne of greed in our capital,

so shall she take to the streets with words as her weapons, "I know this is wrong."

Oh, please,

please,let it be wrong.

From coming to a world of magic,

I have seen much, 

For an immortal, 

Love is always lost,

Memories will always Wander

But pain will always remain.

For the princess i save,

or the Kingdoms that Fall,

I shall remember

Remember the deaths and tragedies.

And all we have endured.

It was too early or maybe, too late

My body was heavy but, my mind was unceasing 

I saw your chest fall with every breath

It was all I wanted to crawl into your bed

and crawl inside your head

and share in your slumber

Bathed in the iridescent glow

Cherished blindly

Flaunting its exquisite exterior

Brewing in the shadows 

Awaits the true masterpiece

Withdrawing its exquisite interior

We search without looking

We find without knowing

Do not open your eyes to beauty

Open your soul

Emerge from the shadows

Show how exquisite you are

And watch the demise of Saturn

As its superficial empire collapses