Absence is shaken
Hearts are awakened
Attention is turned
And limbs take to quaking
With the glow of a fire
With the strength of a sea
The freedom of the wind
And the stubbornness of a century old tree
With the power of a sun
And the gentle kiss of the moon
Intimidating as a gun
An ever shifting dune
As solid as earth
But liquid at the core
As infinite as space
With mysteries in store
You all bend to me now
Because I am in control
I could make you weep and cry
I've made contact with the soul
Prepare yourselves as best that you can
Brace yourselves for my first stand
When the energy builds
This world never stood a chance
I close my eyes
And I advance
Journal
Insomniac's Journal
Words birthed in the internal
His subconscious' dunk-tank
These words remained unranked
Articulate the contemplations
Of these waking frustrations
Pen in hand
Sleep be damned
These are the greatest thoughts in the land
But why do they come at 4 in the morning
Must write them down
And heed the warning
His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes
If only he knew what was at stake
Words, Words, and more still left to come
Cannot stop till he sees the sun
Sunken eyes
Blood shot red
Sleep finally comes to the walking dead