You needed on true friend

I searched for someone to find me and bring me back again.

& in the mix of rearranging my dreams

I watched you preform for the world,

one of your biggest scemes.

          I got to thinking that maybe it was ook living life your way.

          A show is still a show, no matter who preforms the play.

You have a laugh that contagiously filled a hole inside of me

I had some eyes that saw you for who you are.

& in the motion of commotion I watched your face keep such composure,

& I craved to see you crack.

           I got to thinking that we are two of the same,

          different hearts, and different names,

          different dreams playing the same game,

          we are two of the same.

You have a side that you keep free from commitment and responsiblility,

I have a side that wants to shut you out, burn these bridges down.

& while we sat present with fake smiles, we saw each other;s souls,

& looked into each innner child.

There's always so much we both want to say.

          I got to thinking that, yes, the past has been a constant friend,

          But I'd like to get around to living again,

          & I wouldn't mind if you wanted to exist there too,

          I think this train could take us far, right to where the moon and stars

          co- exist like we do.

         Just me and you.

future to hold on to 

with no time to waste

no slowed pace

no face to replace

the power vested into thee

We hold our hope in the tears and determination of a few

your the promised ones the  children conceived in a new liberty

over turners of corruption as they are seen by me

look no different then those who have afflicted destruction in the face of democracy

some magic supposedly in their words 

some hidden reborn quality

Some savior from demostic abuse

Some reinvetion of philosophy 

So if I am to birth this new great generation 

and divine children they will be

then tell why it is that my generation is not equipped to raise those who will set us free

How can my lost generation have the where will all to see

how to raise our reborn nation when we weren't even taught how to search for truth, to see?

Matron! the children of whose love,

Each to his grave, in youth have passed,

And now the mould is heaped above

The dearest and the last!

Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil

Before the wedding flowers are pale!

Ye deem the human heart endures

No deeper, bitterer grief than yours.

Yet there are pangs of keener wo,

Of which the sufferers never speak,

Nor to the world's cold pity show

The tears that scald the cheek,

Wrung from their eyelids by the shame

And guilt of those they shrink to name,

Whom once they loved, with cheerful will,

And love, though fallen and branded, still.

Weep, ye who sorrow for the dead,

Thus breaking hearts their pain relieve;

And graceful are the tears ye shed,

And honoured ye who grieve.

The praise of those who sleep in earth,

The pleasant memory of their worth,

The hope to meet when life is past,

Shall heal the tortured mind at last.

But ye, who for the living lost

That agony in secret bear,

Who shall with soothing words accost

The strength of your despair?

Grief for your sake is scorn for them

Whom ye lament and all condemn;

And o'er the world of spirits lies

A gloom from which ye turn your eyes. 

Quiet plucking fills the space humming my true nature, a silver scaled dragon.

In stone that sings, Apparition, which is an amen for heavy hearts.

A filling cabinet of human lives here before me alphabetically organized.

Scrolling down the brightened list i see, to find a another hymn that defines the secret side of me.