Innocence

Like the first flower of the morning
You shower the world with your happiness,
Thy question is what the world forgot,
Among your curiously insatiable soul,
You find the light of the world,
The source of pain is unknown to you,
And yet you see the best in all,
Just as they see the beauty in you,
The world embraces you, ignores your fall,
Because you are their forbidden angst,
The only sorrow in your light
Is in the absence of their attention,
And that drives you insane,
Until you start to wither,
The decay of life lays you bare,
Sorrow fills the sweetest core,
And the sweet starts to sour,

Maybe you do not see the sorrow,
The pain that the viewer languish in,
The reality of the world is but a rainbow
To you, like an eternal dancing flame,
You are only conscious about yourself,
And the soulless preservation of your light,
While the darkness remains unknown,
To be found in chapter transitions;
Maybe the dark is not that sinister,
Maybe those who suffer more are kinder too,
But you care not, you care about yourself,
About your fellow flowers dancing with joy,
Nothing else crosses your mind,
And while you neglect the world,
The very soil in which you grow,
That sorrow reigns unhitched,
And no matter how hard or soft you shine
The blind will remain in darkness,
The very cause of your pride
Might one day rip you off eden,
The very dark you neglected
Might one day be the hope you embrace,
And where will I be then?
I shall be far away, never to return,
While you will preserve thy memory,
I shall be making mine,
The very pain of separation will break you
This absence will burn you alive,
Your pride will melt to tears,

Yet now as I see you, in your innocence,
That world is a long way ahead,
And the wise speaks not of it,
The wise are neglected thus,
Until those that deride come for peace,
Till that day, enjoy your oblivion,
Bask in your newfound glory,
Radiate that selfless light,
For you are the child of innocence,
And I am the darkness, ethos of sorrow,
The harsh reality, the naked truth,
The kingdom of hell allows no light,
For character is forged in dark fires,
In the dark, hope is remoulded,
So is suffering all that sorrowful?
And is innocence all that pleasing?
Smile Nature's first morning flower,
For you are unburdened by these, yet,
Unlike the belief, I never was burdened by these,
For I was driven by the love of innocence.

Thy Kingdom Come

Morning rises like a phoenix from the ashes of despair,
Fending to the broken when hope is all but there,
Abundance of fire within dispels the darkened hate
Cordoned by ignorance, usher knowledge through the gate
Of heaven, a serene agitation ensues today,
The fountainhead of a drunken day,
Filled with the mastery of self and mind,
Wisdom to seep in and courage to bind,
In forever halls of purpose at play,
I find my soul, ignite my day;

Long before the sultriness of an afternoon of quell,
I gathered my ground against the wind where the mighty fell,
And when after the plunge the dull calm did dwell,
We roamed together like victors would, in the rising tides of Hell,
The day was fierce, the purpose sure,
And the heavens witnessed the burden we bore,
Unwavering we rose and stood our mark,
Defending the true, banishing the dark,
And every hand that called for aid,
Was met long before their light could fade;

An enlightened era comes to a close as another rises afar,
The journey from dawn to dusk is done, filled with battle scars,
To retrospect just lose yourself within this hallowed ground,
The turning time begins to stop, the soul is lost and found,
Mastering the morning, crusading the night,
Transforming ourselves to match the fight,
Where faith is found through those beside you,
And love inflamed causes dreams to be true,
Our life was love, our morals true,
Come ride the greatness that I find in you.