The One You Can't Put Your Finger On

My mind is gone,
I've escaped at last.
This light has blinded,
This hope has bound me.
Now I've let go,
Of every ray of light,
Every hope of life,
I can finally rest,
In my darkness.

I fear no evil,
For the evil is me,
I take any form I dream to be.
In your nightmares,
Lurking in the night,
But a shadow,
Even in the light.
You test yourself,
But it's me you fight.

I am the emptiness,
The sadness,
The hole in yourself.
You're but a holding cell,
For uncried tears,
A trembling tension,
Awaiting unseen fears.
I'm the doubt that clouds your fight,
When you try to stand for right,
I'm the blood kids bleed
When they scrape their knees,
I swallow the prayers countless people plead.
I eat their hope as they devour my greed.
I am the one you can't but you're finger on,
I'm what makes this world run.

You are my slave,
You do my bidding,
I am your government,
I am your culture,
I am your own creation.

Violet Skies

The periwinkle moon hangs in violet skies,
Red hot sun falling at day's demise,
The colors above us, reflections of light,
The lives we live between day and night,
Hues arranged in rainbows of color,
Filling our lives with a hopeful wonder.

Your eyes are a canvas for my dreams,
Life more than the gray it sometimes seems.
The difference we make in our waking hours,
The love life takes and sometimes devours,
Let us be blessed by the sky's colorful wonder,
Pull us from this cloud we're under,
To see the sky in your eyes,
Let this love live where it lies.

I can look above to try to find this love,
To see the colors streaking hope across the sky,
Or I can see the memories we're made up of,
As I paint this picture of us in your eye.
Please don't blink, oh please don't fade away,
In your eyes I never face another cloudy day.

I Am But A Vessel

I am but a vessel,
A husk carrying a seed.
This reality
No longer real to me.
Facing a test of time
And limitations,
Of painful
Temptations.
When I'm faced with the test,
As my body lays to rest,
Will I be willing to give all I am,
Give up the materials of man,
And share my love, my soul, my time,
To realise that they were never mine,
To help the wayward soul,
Brokendown at the side of the road?
When it comes down
To them or me,
Will I be able to see,
We're here for our soul to grow,
Our minds to sew?
It's only in the acceptance of the unknown,
That this world has become less cold.