The Garden Gate

Today I touched your garden gate,

The crumbling wood and rust.

How could I replace them now,

Its pieces turned to dust?



Today I breached your garden gate

As I had done before.

I wondered if you might be there, 

Tilling earth once more.



Today I closed your garden gate

Behind me once again.

I walked along your garden path

The way I did back then.



Today beyond your garden gate

Where I shall wait for now;

They say you won't, but I just know,

You must return somehow.



Today beyond your garden gate

Where I've shed many tears;

They all expect to see me there,

The place I've come for years.



Today beyond your garden gate

I felt you there somehow.

Twas then I came, at last to peace.

A place unknown till now.



For just beyond your garden gate

My destiny was cast.

A place from where no man returns.

I found you there at last.

Raindropz

All i see are raindropz, raindropz
as im standing on the rooftop
of my house
all the hilltops, hilltops
are covered with a black top from the clouds

the breeze from the wind
make the trees sway
like a beat of the drum
the night is so sweet
its like everythings so neat
I know above the clouds there are stars in the sky
its like the most beautiful night

the moon breaks through the clouds so bright
its like my light for the night
the rain hitting the grass
near the chair where i sat
the reason i like this scene
its because of the raindropz

the air is so awesome
all the flowers could finally blosom
the trees are so green
its like there getting cleaned
because of the raindropz 

Tearstained Eye



I'm finding it harder and harder as the long days go by
to find the truth inside of me, to dry the tearstained eye
the turmoil inside is ripping at my heart and soul
the darkness within is proving to difficult to control

unable to shake the feelings that 'im breaking my loved ones heart
unable to rid the thoughts that we need to be apart
can't decide if what i'm doing is really right or wrong
and wrestling with the thinking that I have known all along

I love him, I think, no I really really do
but not the love it should be to carry us through
the dark days, the quiet moments, the trouble within life
not the love that's needed to become husband and wife

where do I go from here as I can't go on much longer
i'm angry with myself as I should be so much stronger
i've got to be decisive, got to prepare for the hurtful pain
i'm frightened that our years together have all been in vain

the time has come to finish it, to say it is no more
already the fear is rising, seeping from every pore
the truth should bring the blue sky, the dark should now be bright
but the turmoil will not go away, it's not giving up the fight 

The Fog

The fog is an illusion—
A master of disguise,
Which hides the tangible
Before our very eyes.

But when the fog has lifted
Everything’s still there,
And the tangible
Only seemed to’ve disappeared.

In the early morning
Or late at night,
The fog descends
Upon various sites.

It gives an air of mystery
That has long prevailed.
Dangerously intriguing
Is the fog’s foggy veil.