Escape

Wrapped inside a shell
My being suppressed
In a place of darkness
Pain overwhelming

I feel like scream inside for help
deafened by the return of nothing
Sorrow, despair, defeat

In my soul, my heart, I hurt
My cries heard, my pain felt
My time has come, to be free

Pulled from the darkness, into the light
Lead the way home, and I will follow
My path lay in front me, chosen

Free at last, in the light
Filling the void, embracing life
So far from home, so close to heart

Escape from the darkness
Escape from the pain
Escape from the shell
Escape from the mask
Escape into the truth

The Life of A Boy

Each day he went to school
Nobody thought he was cool
He did his work and had no play
Than he went to work and made his pay
He was a boy that followed the rule

He was teased and laughed at
They all used him as a door mat
He had no friend
Wounds that won't mend
Yet he just sat

As time went on he got older
Pretty soon he became bolder
The people who laughed got pay
But he earned twice as much in one day
They worked with food and he had a folder

He thought his life was nothing
No friends, no fun, "something?"
He hated himself, He had no might
But someone came up and told him to fight
He did, And Won...This was the life of a boy


Found this old poem that i wrote when i was about 14/15

Missing

Your smile, your laugh
Your face, your eyes
Your sadness, and your joy
We Miss

Your friends, your family
Your classmates, your teachers
Your community, your nation
Misses You

Our sadness, our sorrow
Our fight, our prayers
Our quest, our duty
Is to find you

On this day of sadness
On this day for rememberance

We love you, we miss you, we will find you.

Experience

Flying high, traveling far
Playing fast, laughing hard
Another experience, missing

Going to a far off place
Enjoying the summer sun
Swimming with friends
More experiences, missing

Alone without friends
Alone without help
Alone with a quest
More experiences, faced

Finding a friend
Finding a god father
Finding a life line
More experiences, enjoyed

Going to the past, impossible
Reliving childhood, gone
Moving forward, idle
More experiences, obtainable

Someone to look up to me
Someone to follow me
Someone to lead
Experiences, waiting

Experiences
Missing
Gone
Idle
Impossible
Faced
Enjoyed
Waiting

but

Experiences Obtainable

My Sword

Searching for my sword, search for my savior
Finding not my sword, but finding my dagger
Piercing my heart, wounding me so young
Chosen by many as the toy, it was my time
Wounded, i walked through life, vulnerable
Wound Healed, a shell, hard and rough
Unwilling to expose the soft core, the bleeding heart
Now watching the innocent, in pain, wounded
I find the sword, the one unable to find before
I break from the shell, soft and easily hurt
I fight for the innocent, i fight for their protection
I am again wounded, but this time, i am not in pain
I feel at peace, guiding others, turning the tide
Others, wounded and healed, bring forth the truth
Protecting me, saving me, loving me
My Sword, not for my protection
My Sword, for their protection

Destiny

What is destiny?
Is it fate? Is it choice?
Life so simple, not a care in the world
Until one day, in my quest for purpose i stumble upon an egg
Something of value, something of fortune? It hatches!
It becomes a happy part in my life, a joy in a joyless life
Yet, my joy has bloomed into my fight.
A destiny was layed out before me, one i didnt ask for
Planed out by others, expected by many
A burden i am asked to face alone, a burden that i cannot bare alone
Save the world from evil, protect those i love
Yet those around me are hurt, lost for the destiny thrust upon me
Alagaesia awaits my help, yet i cannot help myself
A boy still inside, a man expected by many to be a hero
Legend? Fame? Pride?
I didn't ask for destiny, it was put upon me such as life
I am Eragon, I am alone, I am forced to fight the hordes, but a boy

Alagaesia

I wake up young, in a simple life
Enjoying the simple pleasures that be
Gathering and playing while doing my chores
Getting some food, my life forever changed
No longer a child, no longer innocent
An image, a fate, thrust upon me
A destiny i didnt want, shoes i cannot fill
Going from 14 to 30, in the blink of an eye
I have to save our people, i have to save the missing
I have to keep an iron mask, i have to fight to the death
I have to safe myself, but must sacrifice myself to save the rest
The world asked for a hero, All i asked for was a childhood
I understand my purpose, i understand my role
I face it head held high, beneath my mask, is a face of sorrow
Over those lost, those missing, and the pain inside me

Faith

A poem I wrote in Feb 2002. I received the Editors Chocie Award from Poetry.com and had it printed in their book "Miracles of Nature". Here is the poem Faith:

Each day we go to work, we pay our bills, and we feed our families.
Each day we think only of ourselves.
Yet the day that we are left behind, we fear the world.
We worry about our loved ones and we cry out to God, why?
Don't fear and don't hate. Those who are missing are with God.
They are in a better place and their heart was with him.
You may cry for them and you may cry for you, yet you should pray.
You now must have Faith to survive.
For God will come soon to take the faithful and leave the wicked.
Do you want to be left behind?

The Day After Yesturday Part 2

The Day After Yesturday, a day gone too fast
I look now sadly, at the past
Childhood gone, emotionally lost
But now im heading forward at any cost
Mow me down, hit me back
Im not stopping, try and hold me jack
Im standing tall, and looking past
the days that are now, moving fast

The Day After Yesturday

Walking blindly through life blissful, walking to its peak
I walk for today, but look back meek
The blindfold lifted, i fall into the pit that lay
Dropping hard, things where they stay
Crying as I step up, looking for tomorrow
Looking back, a childhood i might borrow
Walking in reverse with hopes of a happy past
The Day After Yesturday, A day gone too fast