Even as darkness surrounds me
i still see the light
bounded by my nature i cannot take flight
what worth is there in being admired ?
these long lonely days only grow tired
i am aware of those of the same note
forever ones that weep and not gloat
this world of mine forbids me from being more
but without me it would burn to the floor

Light of Shadow

Laughter is the center of wealth
Where Imagination can be felt
Only sound of joy can be imposed
No noise of melow to be owed
Can the man of shadow be showed
the light of life, the fire untold
The world left behind can only feel
the shadow of men that were real

Window into reality

My eyes and body
Are the windows in which
I experience reality
I being this abstracted being removed
From the physical world