Trust What does it mean to you Does it mean to tell the truth No matter what you doTo tell each other all To answer all questions true To take away the fear Or is it just a feeling That is talked about by some Is it something I thought I had But never questioned Until now Please don't misunderstand me I want to understand I do Trust and honesty Go hand in hand The time to come clean Is now To be honest and true Is what I...

Chapter Twenty-eight: A Sealed Fate Ethan seemed more angry than sad by Marry’s letter after he read it. He was so upset he stormed out of the mansion on his own. He came out of the mansion at his old neighborhood and walked straight to the park he had once spent an entire spring break at. The park was covered with snow that was all the way up to his shins. Ethan sat down in the snow and simply pouted. There was nothing e...

I have been indicted by this wise age, By its each rationalist sage Who has written my fate with my own worthless blood, And with my shattered soul as page "Shackle his voice and blindfold his insight, Chain his thoughts and shut them in a cage" You must be thinking what's my fault so prime I'm guilty of shouting the truth My veracity is my greatest crime! I'm guilty of raising my voice Against the cruel trends of time My...

Chapter Twenty-five: Dark Truths It was four days since the Reapers tournament and Ethan had yet to go see his dad. He spent all that time just wandering around earth aimlessly. Finally he grew bored of that and decided to return to the mansion. Ethan went straight to his room when he got inside the mansion; it was empty again, no Picario. Ethan sighed sadly and lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes for a moment but man...

The night that I was by the sea,I heard the sea speak to me. The night that I sat by the waves Watching the moon rise red, The night that the waters were splashing Making me listen to them, The night that sea tried to wake me Washing away my impurity, The night that I witnessed so red Calling me to rise after sunset The night that had the half moon Rising from the sea deep dark, The night that red caressed me, The waves s...

Talk is cheap that is true; A lesson learned from loving you; You lead me on so subtly;You hold me close though set me free; You say you love me though I wonder why; When I see the truth within your eyes; You know the game, you play it well;It's hard to know the lies you tell;The contradiction that is you; I sit and wonder what to do; This tug of war between faith and pride; To stay with you or run and hide. 

It was a small pueblo in the Sonoran Desert. Juliana and Desiderio lived there. They were both artisans. They had apprenticed with the great jeweler and artist Gabriel. Everyone in northern Mexico knew of Gabriel. Even in the Mexico City he was known to the rich people who could afford his works. Why, even the peons and laborers knew of him. He was the Great Gabriel. And July and Desi had been his apprentices. Unfortunate...

What is this alluring place, where red and blue meet? With a cindered path,stretching beneath our feet. Torricelli's trumpet, is seldom here to greet. Crusted tears dry upon hardened faces, naked skin reddens from scorching heat. Lambs who were led to slaughter,bleat. Life's blood escaping, as hearts and veins deplete. Miasmas permeate the mind like mace, memories revealed, are mostly anything but sweet. Gutters filled,ov...

Can you miss something you have never had? Do the pigeons desire the thumbs, the hands, we swear by, that have gotten us so far? Do they feel its absence as strongly as they feel the sun on their back? Do the fish miss the lungs that allow the animals to roam Earth’s bountiful jewels ever more beautiful, whilst they perish in the filth of their vices? Do the good long to be bad, in the same way that black longs to be whit...

''Deliver the message, become famous, make a movie , then push your philosophy...'' Married ManA time then cameWhen doubt forged a nameAlone at the desk, I blankly stare at this messA vision so blurry, unlike beforeDecades of writing, the world has not seenYears of injustice, finally in retreatNo more will I stay Mentally driven, wounded heart at bayA glance to the left A smile received The next thing I knewIt was a dream...

Light hitting her face on the glass,  This little mirror showing one lass. The ugly duckling not near a swan.  Nothing you would lay hands on. What she views she hates,  For she is the one cursed with this face. If you were to see, to cast an eye,  would you mutter bye before saying hi. For in this mirror I look,  looking at the tattered cover of my book. Not interesting, a bit of a bore,  pages ripped out and thrown on t...

"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved." Charles Darwin, The Origin of SpeciesI wonder why we cannot see the light?  We lose the fire and pa...

I will never again. Why you ask? Because I keep getting hurt by those who promise not to hurt me. I’ll never open up again, and give my heart to anyone. There are those who are never meant to be loved, and I suppose I’m one. I know my friends will tell me I’m foolish, and that I do deserve love. But, I know better. I've been used, abused, hurt, lied and painfully broken hearted. I've put my heart out there on the line to...

You know what? I trusted you. I let my guard down because you told me you didn't want to be like my exes. You told me you wanted to be different. You made me promises from day one. You kept telling me to trust you, because you weren't going to hurt me like the others. You told me I was too good to be hurt like that. That J-P was a foolish man, and didn't know what he was losing, when he left me. That when M-D left me, he...

Beauty surrounds us, we have but to see.The ugly is around us too, sadly. Paradox of life and death is our view. Enigmas form and still we continue. The true human spirit never gives up. It goes on and on until it must stop. I watch the little begging baby bird Trying to make its pleadings still be heard. Life is strong within each creature we see, And nothing ever will make them unfree. They too have the souls that we cl...