Name; Revised

What would you say to me

If I told you that all things

have a name?

A name, created forever ago-

A name singular, secret and sacred-

A name that grants form?

What if I told you

that if you cried out

The Name of the Moon,

You could bathe at mid-day

under its dappled, failing shine-

playing partner to its light?

That if you called to the skies

you could surround yourself

with a span of azure infinity,

Paint sun-songs with hidden words,

Or caress cloud-worn creations while

floating in blue nothingness?

To think; You could merely utter

The Name of Oceans - That

vast implication; You could

Summon distant, breaking shores

for your own inspection and approval-

To satisfy the simplest curiosity?

Would you say it was a fantasy?

Something grand to ponder;

And then regretfully forget?

That to strum the chords of creation

with key-words and mere intentions,

Is a blasphemy?

But what if... What if

I spoke to you the Name of Love,

As soft as daylight-sighs ending?

Would you scoff at my audacity,

To arrogantly manipulate its meaning

by not letting it go free?

Or would you realize, and see-

That despite all that power, I can't find

the name for what you mean to me?

To Friends!

In life there are many winding roads

Which when approached, seem to give

No clue as to what's behind the bends-

We call this confusion - Youth.

As we grow, the roads seem to mold

Themselves into the "Straight and Narrow"

But you can always find someplace new

If you have the courage to continue and

Although things may seem confusing so

You worry about whats behind the bends,

Remember that a path can handle a few

The other willing being - Your friends.

So -

To where life takes us!

To a fate of becoming Men!

For honor, good hugs, the power of love,

To tackling those twisty bends!

From the Majesty of the Morning Sun,

Till the Evening Star greets our Glorious Ends!

For Stars and Flight, Infusing Light,

To our Fatalistic Forever -

To Friends!

Personified

I.

In this mistake, I am personified -

To try and shatter the long lines

of restrictive reality - I move

backward - To when I was asleep

and for good or ill - I could fight

to save magic.

II.

In this observation, I am personified -

To see sun-lined clouds

and believe wholeheartedly

That I don't know what's behind them.

III.

In this realization, I am personified -

A Man shows his worth in few things-
To keep confidence, To
be able to be counted on,
The ability to make a stand -
And to love unconditionally.
I'm still working on all of them.

IV.

In this truth, I am personified

That no matter how hard I try,

I will never be able to go back

To when life was simple,

And I had no real words for beauty.

Aria

Once, I tried to paint a picture of you,
With words. It didn't work.
Somehow my colors didn't reflect your light
In just the way I wanted.
Frustrated, I tried again to master my brush
And set it to it's task,
But forcing it only marred the picture,
And that - I couldn't have.
I finally had to tell myself that I had tried
To bridge two worlds.
For my hued words were but your simile,
My painting - Your doomed metaphor.

I'm BACK.

Hey Blog, I'm back! I'll be posting some work shortly :D