Heroes Get Roses

Heroes get roses.
Champions on horseback ride.
Give them a reason to cheer.
Let them find their feet.

Heroes win roses.
Cause applause.
Sometimes on deaf ears,
They've won a true prize.

Heroes never listen to praises
A rose makes no sound.
Hands clap in vein,
A hero knows no fame.

Heroes don't get roses
Never care to hear applause
Don't need a medal to rise

Heroes Get Roses

Heroes get roses.
Champions on horseback ride.
Give them a reason to cheer.
Let them find their feet.

Heroes win roses.
Cause applause.
Sometimes on deaf ears,
They've won a true prize.

Heroes never listen to praises
A rose makes no sound.
Hands clap in vein,
A hero knows no fame.

Heroes don't get roses
Never care to hear applause
Don't need a medal to rise

Silent Night on a Hill

Silent night on a hill,
Christmas eve and I’m still;
Motionlessly waiting for peace,
Quietly in the few minutes
before the holiday sunrise.
The Christmas spirit exists
in a few ticks, it’s there and gone,
while consumed sleepers' sleep.
The street-stained snow gets covered again,
greeted with a new coat.
Solitarily that feeling erupts,
That tranquil beauty materializes,
taking hold to warm a few lucky hearts.
Until that boisterous morning unwraps itself,
and that stillness disappears
regrettably lost in reality for another year.

Lies as an Extra

Couldn’t I do more than listen?

Shouldn’t I be spending my time in silence?

If all my words are shouted,

would it hurt to whisper?

Lost on falsities my lips wondered,

maybe a whimper of truth leaked

and got hungry.

Scenes dissatisfy my tastes,

I enjoy confusion.

It didn’t make a difference,

when all is cut to illusion.

Religion Philosophy Theories Thoughts

Religion is a personal walk

Philosophy is lost facts

Theory is lonely assumptions

Thoughts are a shot in the dark

Quiet Creek

Is there love to be won?

Am I dancing with an old flame?

Hands cleansed are now ready to get dirty again

Pretending to find the sun

It's only because of you that I smile

Remembering those nights as owls

Wrapped in each others feathers

Ruffling the branches that we keep to a quiet creek.

Oh, Lonely Moon

Oh lonely moon, generous moon,

I’ve been a fool,

When I gazed out my window looking for the sun’s light

I watched it retreat and it gave me fright.

Ignorantly, I thought the only assisting hand was that of the large star

But my life has remained in your presence

I’ve spent so much time looking for that heat

I rest in bed, giving up without some escort to help

You have been there, unselfishly asking for nothing

I never accepted your friendship shafting light on my path

My dreariness shaded my vision of a true companion.

Oh, lonely moon, caring moon,

I apologize for taking your glow for granted

In my darkened days you’re all that lights my way

Your pallor sits with the stars, kindly lifting my spirits

In my lonesome nights you’re the only radiance I see

and I, thoughtlessly, use your glance to search for the sun’s warmth

I took advantage of your shine in my gloom

Your frown steers the course before me

My friend, my pale acquaintance,

You who have listened to my every trouble and never forgot me.

You're the company I needed in the bleak lightless nights but I chased another.

Oh, lonely moon, considerate moon,

Out my window on dreadfully friendless evenings,

when all I wanted was to sense the sun’s luminance.

Before me was a reflection bouncing off the black cold darkness

Your dim shine was vigorously extending a hand in front of me.

Staring me in the face, I never reached out before

My back to you I ran looking for the sun’s embrace

It was you who never asked for a return.

Oh, lonely moon, compassionate moon,

My friend, my guide,

Your sadness echoes in me now

My cold shoulder to you, I left you lonely

My daunting acceptance to your kindness

Your understanding is overwhelming

My self-seeking importance drifts away with your sympathetic view

Forgive me for my apathetic outlook of reality

And know that my time in a lack of light will no longer be spent alone.