Storm

How to seek the fury of the sea
How to know the moods of the wind
When he left, he didn't tell me
That the stronger you are
The more you win.
They come and go
The people you love,
The people you give
The will to sail away,
To survive and wish again.
Forever you'll be the one
To look into the sea
To find the one meaning
Of that which will never be.
Ask the wind to take you back
Tell the rain to hold its wrath
Yell at those who could not see
The tornado raging deep
Ravaging
The beauty of your sea
The one that will never be
But a storm of tears
of joy
and overcome fears.

Paradox of Boredom

Boredom

Define the state of mind

When your brain cells are dead

When all you have is lame

Ideas that come and go

Never to be done

Nor to be tried in

Boredom

Know the limits of your art

When bounded by your pen

When all of words and song

You hear are neither fun

Nor ever dull

To burst through

Boredom

Illogical term to say

When interest fades away

When choices overwhelm

 Inactivity we might wish

To never loose

Nor ever choose

Boredom

Lost

Hear the lost songs,
dying in the wind.
The sound of melodies,
deafened by the bombs.

Find the lost boys,
seeking for the love.
The endless searching,
for meaning and joy.

Watch the lost stars,
shinning in the sky.
The symbol of hope,
As loneliness departs.

An apology for my Absence

You feel the void,
You want to hear
You turn to fill
The absence of a voice

You yearn to catch
You pray to see
You beg to kill
The absence of a grasp.

You choose to leave
You want to know
You hate the hole
The absence of a grief.

You fight to stay
You cry to tell
You like to hug
The absence of all gray.