Love Without Consequence

When we look into lost eyes,
there is a fear of losing our own sight,
but if in those eyes you can bring life,
you have but saved a thousand times.

If you have seen right in,
and love without consequences thinking,
the inner dread and mess not withstanding,
you have not only won a heart, but saved it from dying.

The world may not understand the cry,
exploit the pain and have questions like, why?
The world and its understanding,
its reasons and excuses, like muddy trails leave behind.

When the end time will prove
the work of your heart, whether gold or soot,
a little box and the lovers hand he will hold,
while the naysayers and detractors comments are left out in the cold.

On the long road of forever, forever he will walk,
and the good God's Grace and love till eternity will stalk.
Where once lost eyes and dented smiles freakishly glowed,
now radiance and brilliant light flows.

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Elliot's Song I - Anhara

I hope you live and always love
I hope you have and never want
I hope you smile and it never fades
and i do hope you make it all the way

I hope you can touch and be the one
I hope you can feel and be affected
i hope you can see and sense the feeling
and I hope hate doesnt engulf your being

I hope the end is further than you think
I hope this now is still the beginning
I hope its never late to reverse
and i do hope its never too early to run

I hope your dreams all come true
I hope that nothings too difficult for you
I hope in all strong you will stand
and I hope in weakness you will hold my hand

I hope happiness remains your best friend
I hope that hatred always stays in the other end
I hope blessings is all that you recieve
and I do hope its never too much to give

I hope the sun always shines on you
I hope none stay aloof from you
I hope today will be your day
and i do hope tomorrow will bring an even brighter ray.

I hope that in everything you succeed
I hope that in nothing you have to plead
I hope in life you will always stay ahead
and I do hope in everything I will always be your friend

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Thorns & Thistles

I roared through the open
and devoured the mighty mountains
Ran through the vast empty
And made the weak, mighty

Set the example, a bar to be lifted,
Made the haughty fall, with humility unbending.
Praise of a thousand, but my heart still alone,
the abyss of emotions uncontrolled.

To live maybe a tragedy and to die a distant pain,
if death overcomes me, would love still be my gain.
My grace is wasted and path an empty plan,
the road lined with dazzle are broken mirrors, blood stains.

My heart coils up trying to stifle the hate,
but its much stronger, more powerful, supremely great.
When love pours down, hate swallows it whole,
leaves me there struggling, beaten and cold.

My time of redemption may not be visible
but there stands one who will make this possible.
In a vineyard of hope and beaches of love
My true victory will be found in eyes of the one above.

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The Seeker

A bleak day starts with the remaining shadows
it ends with people frowning furrows
in bundles of human sorrow and lost ambition
he reaps their broken souls, his daily tradition

they try to break free and climb high
he pulls them down back into the night
they scratch and fight, lose their lives
he breathes their death, collects their cry

till when he is tired and desires cravings new
he leaves the willing, lets go a luck few
they scramble away and reach for day
in the comfort of their lives to the lowly they wave

they forget the seeker, his dark death nest
they live in their day in happiness and rest
but the seeker doesn't forget or let anyone go
he makes them fall harder, much nasty reserved blows

the seeker now stalks them waiting for the shadows
they flirt with the fine line and tip into his claws
he drags them down into the narrow pit of origin
they stare at the day the faint light vanishing

is it better then to live in the shadows and live in fright
or that moment of freedom, short lived still excites
but to each his answer in time will be shown
if only the seeker of his works tired will grow
 

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