CurveBall:

The water beating a repetition,
Pounding away on the Earth,
A peach lit up the night sky,
And a gigantic beauty was given birth,

The canyon playing protector,
The river following it's torn road,
A path was laid before my eyes,
One that'd lead to my abode,

My torturous walk great,
A never ending battle,
The evil rounding us all up,
Treating us like common cattle,

In my torturous path,
I found my solace atop a hill,
Staring across this majestic view,
And not moping alongside a window sill,

I took the breeze in,
My breath calming nerves,
I would walk my life tall,
No matter how it would curve.

The Answer:

The black leaves escaping,

The night swallowing the pearly stars,

The snow covering the meadow,

Bringing grief to the powerful czars,

As the night swallowed the lighted cars,

Pushing you unto the freezing horrid of a night,

The wind biting onto your thin pale skin,

Undoing your will of a great fight,

As you took in the cold beautiful sight,

You fought for a life undone,

One that could undo your pesky mistakes,

One that you thought you had won,

As your strength grew over a ton,

Your mind erased all that was chosen,

You fought that evil of a night,

You pushed the lion into it’s own den,

As the night became a nested hen,

You wondered how you’d be able to fly,

How you could bring upon the peace again,

When all you needed to do was try.

Just Beachy:

A faint sadness,

Sinks into your mind,

Terries and froes,

Awaking many of their kind,

A palm tree in the distance,

It calls forth it’s dominion,

The branches parting ways,

Appealing their own opinion,

The World crumbles at your feet,

Begging for a leader to come forth,

A weak mind came from the South,

Unknowingly beating the stronger North,

As I held the World in my hand,

South took the backseat,

Never once stepping out of line,

But quietly listening to it’s lovely beat.

Angel's Cathedral:

A scary bright lineup,
The best from one to nine,
All couldn't be condemned,
Yet none of them were mine,

The light beating the darkness,
The darkness into it's hallowy grave,
Yet it faltered mightily,
When it was me to save,

The truth on the scale,
The weight overpowering my soul,
Tearing my heart to pieces,
Ripping until it couldn't again be whole,

As the blood ran rapid across the floor,
My light was flickering nearby,
The darkness took me into it's shelter,
And making me wish that I'd die,

The light barely visible now,
My eyes deserting me one last time,
Yet I dare not give up,
Or ever end this fluid rhyme,

As the light faded,
Al decent things must come to an end,
But I never put forth,
And for that it didn't bend.

Melting Flame:

A white rain clouding the sight,
The knees shivering with delight,
As the toes played see-saw,
The slippery road greets the runner's paw,

The never ending rain tore into view,
It's lone mission a fatal mistake,
As it's time was definitely due,
And people begun to find their winter's rake,

As the knee's time came near,
It looked over towards it's peer,
Yet it never found it's comfort,
Although it had a last resort,

As the knee buckled under,
The toes froze for a thousand years,
But the basking sun was near,
And it rippled with quite a thunder,

The white rain subsided,
The sun still hiding from the cold,
You picked my weak knees up,
Although I had begun to fold,

The weary day drug me to the grave,
Yet never could throw me in,
Your empowering kindness lasting,
And burned me tirelessly within.

Measuring A Soul:

Inch by inch,
I begin to see her face,
That mysterious woman,
Who was alive in my dreaming base,

I felt my heart bend,
But never did break,
It turned into a muscly smile,
Which evil couldn't shake,

As I felt her straight brown hair,
Her eyes becoming to form,
Her face glowing with glee,
And in the cold my heart was warm,

As her skin was far away,
Her smile did not fade,
For our lives had finally began,
And which our happiness was made.

Midnight Dream:

As the calm dark night began,
It was perfection with you by my side,
We walked many miles in each other's soul,
Walked through many walls without a collide,

Our hearts as one,
Even when we had saw evil lurking,
It planned it's great conquer,
But we kept whistling while we were working,

As that evil caught up with us,
My love and I into mortal danger,
Evil poison was thrown into the deep dark sky,
But I never let one even touch her,

It bounced off my case,
It had missed many times,
Even my body was a great protective shield,
And even then he could not commit his crimes,

As he walked away displeased,
We walked away unscathed,
Our love still as one,
And of the evil we were bathed.

Warm Abode:

A world being torn down,
The sun burning the dried up grass,
The clouds unseen by the naked eye,
Destruction was it's only task,

The stars unlit in the night sky,
The moon unbearably grey,
The understood couldn't answer why,
Which left us all to wonder what to say,

Yet out of the rubble,
The torn beaten hint of a soul,
A life was saved for a purpose,
Someone for the meek to hold,

The light beaten down,
Yet still lighting the fairly lit room,
Holding up its only hope,
Bringing life to the lonely moon,

Day and night was gone,
But brought back anew from it's mess,
With your unwavering smile,
The faintest light wasn't vanquished by the deepest darkness.

Childish Heart:

A calm still heart,
Innocent as a newborn,
His eyes dancing through the sky,
The beauty overwhelming his tiny horn,

He saw what was invisible,
Unaware of the evil lurking by,
Taking each day as his last,
Gathering his wings to fly,

His love pure,
Unbroken by a sinner's heart,
His mind intact,
The evil failing to tear him apart,

As he walked the lonely streets,
With a smile plastered while eating his cotton candy,
We all had failed to see something,
That this world is full of beauty.

Final Say:

Your face elegant as the sunset sky,

Your voice alike those Spring birds,

Your smile uplifting for my lonely heart,

But I don’t get to heard too many words,

My body overpowered by your beauty,

My eyes dancing in the chilly air,

My smile spread across my face,

You’re beyond anyone I could compare,

A short while ago,

I was holding onto a faint hope,

Drifting from world to world,

Barely holding onto a dream I could cope,

But now I’ve seen the light,

That a beauty could formally exist,

I’ve longed for such a sight,

But now you’ll always be missed,

A day of charades shall occur,

Where life becomes it’s final goodbye,

But you’d know that you were loved,

That you needn’t to be shy,

My heart gives off a slow short beat,

On that awakes me of my sleep,

The Sheppard holds my hand,

Tending to His lonely sheep,

He sees my soul,

And gives me what I had needed,

That I’d receive a beautiful love,

That the evil could finally be defeated.

The Tidal Choice:

A tall lean man stood by the ocean,
Staring off into the deep blue sea,
In breaking His worried gaze,
Aware that it'd next be me,

The waves gained speed,
Faster and tougher as the seconds ticked by,
Aware of His hero's fate,
That soon He'd be consumed and die,

A tidal wave was approaching,
Gaining speed and height,
Taller and stronger than a sky scraper,
Was a fearfully majestic sight,

As He took the plunge,
The wave crashing against Him all day,
He took the only rough pounding,
Only to watch His saved son run away.

Yellow Barricade:

The tempest flames flare,
Scorching the day sky,
It's blue brother content,
Becoming it's only ally,

The jolly tan giants perched along side,
Guarding over it's fallen brothers,
Pleading for a renewing revival,
But could not get to the others,

The barricade stretched from an ear to the next,
Silent in it's own debate,
The armies climbing the sides,
Hiding inside those enormous crates,

The fence was finally torn,
Brought down with a wrath,
It was the ending of an era,
And it didn't disappoint with it's crash.

The White Sheep:

The grazing darkened sheep,
Laid calmly in the pasture,
Feeding on the dewy grass,
Walking over any other culture,

The white sheep was alone,
Different from the rest,
It wouldn't be the worst,
Yet far from the very best,

It'd walk aimlessly throughout the meadow,
Following the others as they go,
It's life torrid as can be,
But it wouldn't let the others know,

It veered off one day,
Finding it's life to be full of bliss,
So it thought tough and hard,
What could be more simpler than this?

Taming The Wild:

A lonely martyr,
Complete at his job,
Was aware of a damsel,
Which was alone with a mighty sob,

She tore down walls,
Bringer of a horrid screech,
She disabled all the castle's men,
And was an enemy against what we would preach,

She came unto her own,
Basking in his overwhelming greatness,
He fought mightily for her heart,
Even though she was with a heavy lateness,

His fight was not in vain,
Nor was her purge of terrors,
Her dreams were melodious,
He then disappeared all of her horrors.

Monetary Expense:

The dim reflection of the day,
Bares her faint still smile,
Holding my calming gaze,
But only for a little while,

Her tan smooth cheeks,
Blossomed throughout the evening,
Her voice alike the Spring birds,
Which was then letting us hear them sing,

Her organs complex,
Unlike a field of gray,
I beckoned to speak,
Yet I had nothing to say,

As the day wore on,
I figured all was lost,
Yet I knew I'd hear her voice,
Which would top it all off with frost.

Pinky Promise:

My stomach began to ache,
Trembling with delight,
It turned then I heard it spoke,
It could see that beautiful sight,

My goose bumps multiplying,
Covering every inch of my skin,
Finding a sweet new home,
Burying itself within,

My body became a ghost,
I fell to my knees,
I couldn’t dare look away,
My eyes fixed beyond the trees,

As I stared into the pink horizon,
My true love came into view,
I told myself I’d be the one,
To be the best for you.

Seeking Angelical Thoughts:

The vague morning dark,
Barely upending the light,
Dimming to a dull roar,
Quite, yet seemingly bright,

The day will wage on,
Fighting 'til it's might is lost,
Barriers flee from it's rage,
But it's friends are it's only cost,

The solitude of many men,
Barricades it's lonely marsh,
It's own isolation bleak,
The pain is quiet harsh,

The timid months asleep,
Awaiting their wake from this slumber,
Yet it forgot it's dream,
But it would soon remember.

Sheet Of Regulars:

A gentle hand,
Protector of the weak,
Strength as an oxen,
Never too low to be bleak,

A purring companion,
Fuzzy and warm,
Warming of a thousand bees,
Too many from this gentle swarm,

The loving touch,
The eventful memories,
The splendid long nights,
And the similar enemies,

The end comes like this,
The warmth had never left,
The hand and it's friend,
Had become a beautiful cleft.

Calm, My Little Ones:

A calmness in the air,
Freezing the lake of time,
The day seemed dull,
The light became a constant crime,

One by one they took in,
Five became a family,
A short time to decide their fate,
All coming from the great blue sea,

The short lived alphabet,
Became many seventy-eights,
All holding firm together,
Bodies being piled onto freights,

The slow yet steady movement,
Seen throughout the sea,
Slowing until the end,
Then the waves let it be.

Hubby Ho:

There were many suns shining bright,
A whisper heard here and there,
Pair of computers side by side,
Taking and passing without a care,

Acting as a talkative morgue,
Sweeping on as the day went along,
Noting each solitude of bodies,
And put together a lovely song,

Their caskets greened with vibrancy,
The warmth unable to be found,
The top teeth gnawing away,
Crunching viciously on the ground,

The prisoners lawfully working,
Lining up for their imaginable pay,
While the suns beat on their skin,
The chilly air had much to say,

The day drug on,
Falling with each passing second,
But one by one,
They finally did beckon.

Taunting Rubble:

I'm on a quiet street,
A lonely road,
Everyone living in the sewers,
Down in their abode.

I walk the streets,
Not a whisper could be heard,
Even the raindrops hold their splatter,
If they made a peep it'd be absurd,

They crawled up and down,
That dirty pesky sewer,
Barely finding their food,
Scraping most that they could skewer,

No one to be seen by the naked eye,
Yet I knew I'm not alone,
I await the news of hope,
And wait for it to be shown.

Warrior's Demand:

A faint cry was heard within the wind,
A lonely branch singing into the wild,
Holding onto it's last resorts,
All of his burdens had been pilled,

Watching his world tailspin,
Twirling out of control,
His likeliness to recover slim,
Or said so by his latest poll,

He watched his friends dance in the air,
Happily tussling in the windy blue sky,
They never saw his falling tears,
Or had ever asked why,

Yet they made him smile with glee,
For he may not have been joyful,
But they danced happily without a shutter,
So his sadness had become null.

Having Indecisive Spears:

You make my lips dance,
You make my mouth sing,
You make my heart pound,
You are my everything,

You make the birds chirp,
You make the fish swim in the sea,
You make the trees grow inch by inch,
But you are not the one for me,

You are the sun in the sky,
The stars that light up the night,
You are the rain for the green,
Beautiful as a rainbow, in sight,

You light the room like a bulb,
Enchanting everyone of your beauty,
Truthful in your love as a dog,
Yet, you are not the one for me,

Your eyes filled with dark blue,
Alike the sea swallowing a rocking boat,
Bringer of great humility,
Covering me with your comforting coat,

You swam to save my sinking self,
Against the waging wars of the sea,
Fearless of death, staring into your eyes,
Yet, you are not the one for me,

You found me trudging downwards into a spiral,
Falling into the deep dark night,
Holding me close, comforting me,
Making everything be alright,

You calmed the seven seas,
Bring nothing but bliss,
But you are not the one for me,
You aren't, but you are His.