The Loremaster's Verses
I walk this path alone.
I walk this path alone,
Chasing down a dream,
The closer I am to home,
The more alone I seem.
I’ve seen people’s lost souls,
They started out like me,
Their bodies still wonder around,
In corporate-zombie misery.
I don’t need your help,
Your pity I don’t wish to feed,
You can say your words,
My hardened heart’s all I’ll ever need.
Even amid a crowd,
I’m still alone its true.
If you came to walk with me,
Why would I walk with you?
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Nothing in life ever comes easy,
But when there is no hope to see,
When I take on the whole world,
Be smart and don't bet against me.
Go ahead and try to beat me
wear out your petty rage,
after everyone forgets all this fuss,
I'll still be standing center stage.
All that’s left.
The Dust is clearing in the dawn,
I’m a living fossil in a way,
Everyone has changed or gone,
I’m all that’s left of yesterday.
The troops left the field,
As if they’d never been,
To the mundane they did yield,
Before the battle did begin.
Their power fades to ash,
Mist of apathy mars their way,
Disuse has dulled their edge,
I’m all that’s left of yesterday.
I look down at what remains,
Of my hopeful dreams,
Freeze dried, black and white,
All life stolen it would seem
I will never be a poet I fear,
I read the verses of old and new,
But the soft words of the muse I do not hear.
My poor attempts at verse will never do.
The skill of a writer will never be mine,
I read of those who died and bled,
To add my stories would waste my time,
So my tails will stay within my head.
The role of a singer is not my lot,
Though of songs I spend my time talking,
And how often it’s note I have needingly sought,
My songs are only a harsh squawking.
But one role is left brightly I see,
I’ll be the hero and you’ll write about me.
CHanging?-By David SLone
Waking but not awake, sleeping but no dream
Blurry all around, nothing as it seems
so cold inside, and i dont know why
an empty dead cold, but i thought i was alive
Im running the last stretch, and i am winning the last place
Might not be in front, but atleast i finished the race
another day and another dollar, spent and then earned
a cycle of frustration, and once again i am burned
AM I burdend with this life, or is it I am blessed
Maybe it is both , but i am tired i must confess
There is no end in site, which is good, cause i dont want to see it.
But i think things are getting better, there getting better, i can feel it.
~Fin~
The Darkness
By Scott White
The Dark is laughing madly, love,
No stars will shine tonight,
No Moon guards your sleep above,
from nightmares wicked bite.
The wind is blowing softly, friend,
The sun will soon set,
The long days toil is near the end,
I shed a tear of regret.
I walk the ever-winding road,
on feet that are ever sore;
Sorrow is my ever-present load,
yet I will always endure.
I draw my weapon with a shaking hand,
My sword is weak with rust,
My footing is shaky as I take my stand,
I fight because I must.
There is no light,
there is no hope,
I cannot fight,
and I cannot cope.
This enemy is strong beyond belief,
how could I ever win?
Only death will bring relief,
from this life of pain and sin.
In the midst of the nightmare, love,
a star begins to shine!
Its light fills my heart from above,
and gives me one last time.
My load is suddenly lifted away,
a new weapon is made,
Quickened is my strength today,
and my path clearly is laid.
The night is full of wicked things,
You Dare not walk alone,
Hate and danger the darkness brings,
and things with hearts of stone.
The things of light have passed away,
and have drawn their final breath;
the ways of night are here to stay,
with us until our death.
Heart as Ice
By Scott White
Sunny days and warm skys,
can not mask the cold inside,
dark anger is mirrored in my eyes,
My bitter pain I can not hide.
Days go by the anger wanes,
A new twist to this drama bring,
I wake to find pain is gone,
I find I'm feeling nothing.
This unholy numbness in my Soul,
Seems worse then perhaps the pain,
This self-defence, this damage control,
Has left me nothing but sane.
And once more the heroes fail.
By Scott White
Evil sweeps the nations cities,
and there are few that stand in its way,
People cry and are consumed,
Even less to save the day.
Night falls and hope fades,
except in hearts that have the desire,
to wrest control back from the darkness,
they bravely reach into they fire.
They say:
Anger is running through my veins,
Rage blocks out all my pains,
some would rather believe a lie,
And leave us alone to fight and die.
Its seems so strange to me,
yet their eyes are to blind to see,
that the ones they seek extermination,
Are the only ones that hold salvation.
With a heavy heart I cry,
Stretch my hands out to the sky,
While my mind was on comfort bent,
Innocent lives were cruelly spent.
The world looks down at them and says,
what do I care for honor? You fools!
If you follow as you honor leads,
all you’ll earn is bullet holes.
And once more the heroes fail,
Beaten, crushed, from all sides,
Leaves caught in an evil gale.
The light in each it hides.
They cry:
They had my trust,
I called them friend,
they turned me in,
at the end.
Bullet wounds aren’t half as deep,
As the pain they've put me though,
So I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
For its the only thing I’ve left to do.
For they know:
Today might be my day to die,
But one things left that’s not a lie,
Though the darkness is awful strong,
Before our swords it wont last long.
Out of the dark new heroes rise,
Holy light shines from their eyes,
they wield power with their hands,
Drive back the darkness in the land.
End of the Day
By Scott White
The summer sun sets in the sky,
And changes the clouds gold,
Yet a sigh escapes my lips,
As the day grows old.
Amid the splendor of the day,
Why do I feel so low?
Because time passes me by,
And brings not but woe.
The one thing that I have learned,
And its not very nice,
As we travel through the world,
We cannot do it twice.
So open your eyes, enjoy the view,
Dont make your life a blight,
Better to shine a moment,
And live by what is right.
Paranoia
Just when you think you are safe,
Is when they try to kill,
You had better watch your back,
For no one else will.
Don’t trust in your feelings,
Don’t trust what others say,
It’s only wishful dreams,
That make you think this way.
I guess that I should trust you,
And believe you’ll do what’s right,
After all I’m almost healed,
I need some pain to fight.
I could hide myself away,
From this pain that lurks,
But I haven’t had enough,
Some of me still works.
Oh what joy this brings,
Oh what merry fun,
Every few weeks it happens,
Tell me, are you done?
But I shouldn’t be angry,
Tell me not to lose my cool,
That wouldn’t be fun at all,
If I stopped playing a fool.
Don’t worry that I’m bleeding,
No no, please do not rush!
I kinda find I like the abuse,
And my pride beaten to mush.