Nothing is But One ExperienceNothingness is But One Experience (Full Title)Nothing is But One Experience
To feel so despondent you want nobody, Wishing a leave of your senses, and letting your body fall, Is it ever the answer to helplessness? Or feeling worthless at all? For in a world where you are alone, Nobody their, nothing but you, Are you different from the nothingness at all?
Cherry blossoms Such a soft sight to have seen, Music of the marshes Merry is the marvel of such sound, Rose buds The sweet scent a gift of heaven, Raspberries A rush of taste to be found, Lover’s skin
Field of Broken DreamsLying here in this sweet field looking up to the golden sky Lost out on a sea of rushes, it makes me want to cry. A windswept field of wonders, darkening by the hour, Yet to hold the suns last rays, the daisies still try to flower. Still reaching ever reaching to hold the darkness back, I’m lost upon a sea of sorrow, while the landscape fades to black. And still the wind will blow over that grassy knoll, Unstoppable and unmovable like Time’s continuous roll. To have had stripped from me, my final golden grace, Time once again has proven me as fragile as silken lace. But asField of Broken Dreams
Crimson NightThere are connections all around, Crimson red, our earthly bond Blood, love, rage.Crimson Night
They speak to us without a sound, Within all that we are fond Sunrise, sunset, last regret.
Rage is dark, a ferocious hound, That spills the life of young fawn, Enrage, enslave, hypnotic.
Love is light, and we’re gently bound, Freely given like the dawn Shining eyes, lovers kiss, the one we’ll miss
Blood, however is like no other red Neither blessing nor a curse, Just the lifeblood like song’s verse, Because when spilled we do scr
A Heart's DesignThere are places lost, and some are found, While others trapped in hearts compound, There are some who are builders bound, Creators of wonders that make hearts sound, And the truly great have made a mistake, Still living their lives for their own sake, Despite harsh times and despair.A Heart's Design
So what is the base of our hearts’ great empire? Is it the truth that we all really desire? Or is it the chances we will take or the lies we will make, Never to give, always seeking to take. But be wary those whose path does lie, On seeking chance and fraught with disguise,
