The mind is a wonderous and winsome place That reflects all aspects of our lives Thoughts echo through the head at their own pace Everything ends up cataloged in our archives We envision all possible results And consider the consequences of our actions Which can help to quell the impulse To just satisfy our... Continue Reading →
Toeing the Line
I could paint by numbers Stay in the lines And never raise against the grain I could keep the pace Letting the words I wish to say grow within Turning a bitter tune -Kel Dayheart
Solace from Paper and Pen
Solitude is no help Company distracts somewhat But neither has helped This growing feeling So now I shall seek Solace from paper and pen And pray it may end This burden that has rested Upon my poor soul -Kel Dayheart
To Contradict
A wolf in sheep's clothing A sheep in wolf's clothing Nothing is as it seems Everything is as it seems Listen close now Forget you heard a thing Open your eyes Keep them shut A wolf in sheep's clothing A sheep in wolf's clothing Nothing is as it seems Everything is as it... Continue Reading →
Strange Fate
We met in some no name place That had a run down kind of charm We were strangers But still our eyes met And we smiled Because we knew, somehow, It was fate -Kel Dayheart
Different Directions
We are, we are not You love me, you love me not We are, we are not Keep on tugging me in two Directions until I break -Kel Dayheart
Absent of Light
It flares Intensifies Until I flinch You shine so bright That I am afraid That I will be left Blind in the dark -Kel Dayheart
To the Point
Held up by iron and steel Raised up from the inferno flames Forged of the strongest metal Sharpened it to a point Of no return -Kel Dayheart
For a Second
Sometimes you just need to stop and smell the roses feel the sun breathe the fresh air take a pause live in this moment if only for a second -Kel Dayheart
Something Beautiful
There is something beautiful About words And all that they can convey To depict or argue To describe or illuminate Words are beautiful Even if they sometimes hurt -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 