Perfect Lie

  This is it

  My masterpiece

  Another Failure.

  This is the one

  The one outdoing all others

  Another Failure.

  I can do it this time

  Another Failure.

  My passion engraved in each stroke

  I place all I have

  And yet it still feels rough

  Others say there's nothing quite like it

  Their praise misplaced

  Their critiquing eyes

  Looking for shades of blue

  While I use a differing hue

  Birds should be able to fly

  And spread their wings

  I feel trapped while those free sing

  I don't want to waste away

  Each day my work feels a waste anyway

  Toil and toil my days away

  I break my back for my perfect creation

  Each day I drift further and further

  No muse to inspire

  My imagination astray

  I just cant seem to find the groove

  That something I'm missing

  If only I knew

  Another work of art

  This one is true

  No, look there

  It's crooked

  I'll have to start anew

  My brow burns and my back aches

  My mind is tired but I cannot quit

  I'll have to keep going

  For that perfect fit

  I work and work

  And work some more

  Each new failure I make

  Breaks my core

  I just can't see every artist feels as I do.

  Another failure

  Another Failure

  Another...

  Failure....

  I lay down my tools

  No energy left

  Each work I made

  Was my last mistake

  So I drop to my knees

  And with quiet plea

  Why are they so perfect

  And I so stupid

  They were able to make unrivaled creation

  So much talent and practice

  I can never beat

  Not even in the same league

  Not even the same game

  I look back to my pile

  So large which grew

  Back to my first work

  I laughed and threw

  Looking it up and down

  I examined it well

  Seeing all the little ways it could improve

  So back into the fray

  I went and searched

  For each one I'd thought

  Would be my master work

  How much better it did look and feel

  To see how far I'd come

  And little my core did heal

  Perhaps another go.

  It's not a master piece

  I should seek to find

  For once it is done

  There's no room left to grow

  So onward I go

  In my next attempt

  But this time

  Perfection isn't the game

  Better still and still I get

  In hopes I'll never reach

  My master craft

  §

  My Wish to Change

  Give unto me power

  Give unto me sight

  Give unto me wisdom

  Give unto me knowledge

  Give unto me...

  I sought not this power to hold

  Though I face such an enemy bold

  Whose ability far exceeds my own

  I started from humble roots

  Not quite disadvantaged

  But not quite rich

  Somewhere just below average

  I wondered in life a simple one

  For I didn't know how little I had

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  It would be much later

  I'd learn the truth sad

  Let me not say

  I was popular or smart

  My academics and social life a bore

  Stay home and dream of worlds far

  In my mind

  I'd wander and roam

  With odd situations

  That would never unfold

  I kept to myself

  And made myself a fool

  Fate had other designs

  I'd soon find out

  My rocky start

  Advantages did impart

  In my imaginative world

  I fought and grew

  This did give me a mind

  Flexible but skewed

  Into life I stumbled blind

  Creating my own problems

  Of every kind

  The world so different

  Than I'd imagined it to be

  Filled with even less people

  Truly kind to me

  So hard lessons I did learn

  From those called my betters

  And a flexible way of thinking

  Would change my caring matters

  While they sought power

  To dominate the weak

  To protect them

  Is what I seek

  While they took sight

  Trying to keep all blind

  I wish to cast

  That ugly thought aside

  While they warped the wisdom before

  Thinking minds and rationale I hope to restore

  While they wish to restrict knowledge from the people

  Like a Shepherd I choose to guide the feeble

  I walk now on my own path

  That no other can tread

  I am different than before

  Which is easy said

  I embrace myself as I am

  And seek to bring out the best parts of me

  So give unto me all that I need

  To fulfill this role and nurture my seed

  Let me grow and be a man much more

  Than that little boy I was before

  The world I see so different than they

  So that the wicked to ruin I may lay

  Give unto me the strength

  To change this terrible world

  Give them a way this earth

  To reshape and mold.

  I'll take now what fate has deemed me give

  I do the best I can with this life I live.

  §

  Celebrate

  This is one victory, sure

  But be not hasty in cheer

  Lest ye be sore

  There are many steps left to take

  So be not drunken for your own sake

  Take a drink and relax a little

  But let the wine sit and settle

  We can't claim victory

  Before our goal

  This first one was

  But a minor toil

  The drop we got

  On this unsuspecting fool

  Even with our advantage

  We have only one tool

  We must stay ready

  As tomorrow is born

  If we are so

  Then it shall not be us

  But they who mourn

  §

  Beating Heart

  Fire burning in my chest

  Boom Boom

  My veins flood to bursting

  Boom Boom

  Ears ringing

  Sweat dripping

  Boom Boom

  Our lips touch

  Our bodies collide

  Boom Boom

  Our souls converge

  My heart aches

  Boom Boom

  §

  Kings Honor

  His army did rise at the proposition

  "You want her back? Come get her."

  They chanted and cheered

  As they marched to die

  For their beloved queen

  "I would send all these men to die for her

  But not until after I die first."

  So on they did go

  Into the war-torn land

  One goal in mind

  One woman to find.

  They slammed against the walls

  As a tide on shore

  Through the broken gates

  That flood did pour

  They reclaimed the queen

  And she did mourn

  For all the men lost

  Ragged and worn.

  Then back to their country

  They did return the queen

  Who cried for her husband

  The Martyred King

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  Our Garden

  Take my hand in yours

  As life guides us

  Through it's thorny grove

  How each prick makes us bleed

  With every flower

  To which the path does lead

  The winding and weaving

  As we try to stay on the stones

  But life's plan is to take us another way

  Down the untended trail

  Riddled with weeds

  At least we walk together

  Through all the troubles

  That on us are heaped

  So long as I have you here

  I'll continue to eat

  The bitter herbs that life does feed

  If you should ever have to leave

  That angelic calling of death you must head

  I'll toil and clean all I can

  So when I finally receive my call,

  I'll have collected

  To bring along for our garden

  Only our favorite seeds