Crystal-light Guide


world was

dark with a few

flickering flames to let

you know you are not alone.

And every few moments,

A bright flash would hit the eyes

and shimmer with a radiance rarely seen.



every few steps

seems to let the light

flare and glow brighter

guiding you closer

the crystal-light grew.

Every step closer

you feel its warmth grow.

The warmth entering your body,

your mind, your soul.


Little did you know,

this crystal-light guide,

you are so eager to chase,

was merely you, following the light

you radiate.


Paradise in Hell

You’ve become my Paradise

in this living hell

where nothing seems to suffice

but there’s one thing which I can tell.


Whenever I go wrong,

you say I’m right.

I try to stay calm,

so we don’t fight.

but within all this time,

we both fall.

not to a rhyme,

or to a song,

but to faded memories,

as they com along,

we try to run

but it doesn’t help at all.


We’ve both stopped awhile

to talk it through.

we were sitting with our smile

when our fears came true.

the world in black and white

but it’s alright.

I won’t give up,

I’ll stand and fight

to see us through,


All the hardships,

all the pain

and tears

that we’ve been through.


Through all the glares,

the stares,

and the taunting too.


You’ve become my Paradise

in this living hell

where nothing seems to suffice

but there’s one thing which I can tell.

That all the hardships,

all the pain

and tears

that we’ve been through.


Through all the glares,

the stares,

and the taunting too.


Won’t ever rip us apart,


All our fears

and our



All our tears

and the


won’t ever

rip us apart.

Silent Screams

For every person there is a struggle.

Every person has a struggle

and it may be nothing to one person

and to another it could be a overbearing mountain.

A path they were forced to take as they tried to carry on.

Not many could carry such burdens on a road that was as steep

and many fall in those paths,

their eyes glued to the ground as they scream.

As their souls cry out

for help.

For someone to help them.

To guide them. To give them support.

But everyone walks past them

focused on their path,

believing they can carry on without aid,

soon to find themselves falling as well in their footsteps.


We all scream silently

as we cry out for help.

Some walk their paths,

bearing scars from their struggles.

Some crawl, their souls in ruins,

from screaming silently,

but never being helped.

Others mask their pain.

These masks,

hiding the cuts and the bruises.

The cloaks they bare,

Hiding the knives in their souls.


Few manage to walk their paths

with an ease unlike before,

but they walk it at a price.

They walk their paths,

ignorant of the cuts they gain.

Ignorant of the knives stabbing them.

Ignorant of the evil in their way.

Yet, they stop,

They give a hand to those who have fallen.

They reach out to those who were bruised.

They caress the soul of those with the mask.

They open up the world

and clear the way,

for those who have fallen,


they walk on.

They never reach their end.


This does not make them fools.

This does not make them unhappy.

This does not make them fall in their steps.

A fool would not,

Silence the scream and pain of others.

A fool would not,

Be unaware of their own pain.


To be ignorant of the pain,

to be able to help many,

a wiseman must fall.

for it is the wiseman

that will lead the tortured to bliss.

It is the wiseman,

that chose the path of pain,

for he understands the silent screams

and it is him,

who leads the lost and fallen,

back onto their feet.


He will wander the world,

as he ages

guiding the lost.

He will heal the pain

and the broken,

to continue their journey.

While he loses himself

to the silent screams.

Restless Nights

749 spots

749 spots i have counted 

On the walls in my room,

Staring into the dim 

Moon lit room.
My mind is stirred

And my vision at times blurred

And yet sleep evades me.
I toss and turn

Starboard and Stern

And yet no dreams occur.
163 lines

163 lines I have counted

In the grain of my ceiling

Some big

 and some small

Yet I can’t fall,

Into a deep sleep.

These restless nights,

May turn my plights

Into my inner fights

Slowly we Dance

We have sat for hours

Not a word’s been said,

Yet your embrace is what i crave

Even if our discussions are dead.
I slowly rise

And take your hand,

Yet you seem hesitant

Slow to take a stand.
“It’s fine.” I urge

And pull you close

Afraid to let you slip away.

As we slowly start to sway.
You relax into my arms

And we dance along

Slowly we dance into the night

Even if all doesnt seem right.

Crimson Tears

Scarred lines

Vivid signs

Trails of tears

I left behind.
Scarred signs,

These lines of mine,

Trails stretching

Longer and longer.
Crimson tears

Gather at my sides

My thoughts and heart collides

While I’m numb inside.
These crimson tears

Filled with my fears,

Trailing away

Till in darkness I stay.

A dollar,  a coin, a will

Drunk on pain

Dazed by thought

Thought of playin games

ended up doing naught

A golden coin

A silver mine

a treasure trove

A money grove

as many search

and few do find

success in writing

and have time to continue,

the will of the writer

the mind of an author,

the beauty of a poet

and the view of an artist,

all of them are one

with the exception of their trade,

but the fact remains standing

that their skill

and thought

leads to a work of art

etched into paper,

canvas, technology

for all to find

and all to read.

Do any of you have the will

the idea and skill set

to follow your dream and make it come true?