Invisible

Invisible I walk among men, feeling and seeing everything but seen and felt by few. I notice all around from my perch on the side lines watching and waiting for the chance to imerse myself among the world for a time.

Moving in and out of the crowds I touch many but I am felt by few. Content have I been until now to be the silent observer.

Now I long to be noticed by those in my world. I strive to reach others but too long have I remained annonymous and unseen. Now I must strive to break beyond this barrier and remove the mask which I have donned for so long and be recognized by those around me. Will it stop? Am I free? Am I invisible?

Remember

Remember the days that we laughed and played.
We were friends then and were always meant to be.
I told you everything; you were my sole confidant in everything.
I never thought the day would come when our friendship would play its last act.
Even though we are still here we seem to be so many miles apart.
Sometimes you reach out and say hello and for a moment I think you have returned. Always though you return and leave me here alone.
I have met others, and they help heal the emptiness, but I still need your friendship.
Only your friendship can heal the emptiness of where you once did reside in my heart.
What did I do to make you go away?
Why have you left me behind while you travel on?
I never thought you would leave you and I were best of friends with so much to share.
Now, you never notice if I exist and every time I see you I cry a little more.
We are family and nothing will change it.
Please come back.
Do not leave me again.
Let’s try and start again.
You be you and I’ll be me.
Let the pretending stop and the renewing begin.
You are my friend, remember me.

The Phantom's Plea

The Phantom
I am a man without friends. Alone I have lived and will
continue to be
Who out there will befriend me? I, who lives with the face of a monster,
and the soul of an angel,
continually I dream of love and of acceptance but
it does not come and each day I realize I am alone
If only they could see the man inside this strange appearance perhaps then they would accept me for who I am
Daily I pray for someone with understanding, with courage to see beyond my appearance Does such a soul exist?
Am I doomed forever to be alone?
Angel of light hear my plea, give me one to care for, someone to love
The young girl whose music I gave has left me and now I am alone. She did not love me enough. She loved another more, such as it is always
Surely there is someone out there for me, someone sympathetic to my plea?
Day by day I continue waiting alone for someone to come and save me from my solitude and despair. Yet no one comes, will anyone ever come?
Come my strange angel come!

The Maiden
Night by night I hear a strange melody, a sweet breath of
music. Whose voice do I hear in the shadows of this place?
Who is he that calls my name?
Perhaps an angel? I long to know. I am alone with no
friends and my family all long gone.
Who can I turn to for friendship? Is no one willing to
befriend a strange girl?
Father told me before he died that I would never be alone.
Why do I feel so now?
If only I could find someone who will care for me. Can anyone see who I am?
Though I am not hideous I too wear a mask.
And no one seems to be able to see behind the mask. If only they would look past my quiet features into the soul burning inside.
Angel of Music be my guardian. Show me someone to love.
Looks matter not to me. Just give me a friend with a heart I can love.
Come my angel come!
The Phantom and the Maiden
Night by night I watch this angel. She cries for a friend to come.
Do I dare?
Oh Angel of Music! Is she meant for me?
Quick, she comes my way, but she does not see me. Do I call out to her?
So many have seen me and then rejected me.
Do I try one more time?
Who is that shape I see in the shadows, behind the pillars and the curtains?
Come, my strange guardian; let me see who thou art.
I have waited long for your coming, will you not show yourself?
She calls out to me. Crying for me to come to her, but do I dare?
Will she accept me for who I am? Never mind! I will show myself to her,
For surely it is meant to be.
I see a man coming towards me. Is it he, my guardian of light?
Wait, it is he! He comes softly towards me as I go towards
him.
The Phantom! It is he! But wait! There is that music which fills the air. Whose music is it? Could it be my angel and phantom friend are one in the same?
My mind hesitates but my soul is drawn towards his. Softly he takes my hand in his and I know I am his. That special gleam in his eyes holds all the feelings I have longed for so long.
She does not hesitate as I draw her near me. Should I? The feel of her in my arms, she does not faint or die, she lives. Angel have I found her? Is she mine to keep?

The Angel
Dearest Child, you have been rewarded for your suffering; You who have lost your family, I entrust you to this man’s care. He will love you and give you all that you desire.
Pitiful sufferer in this darkness; be free from your past,
forget the nightmare and live the dream. You shall have your love.
I give you this child to love and cherish. No man will take her from thee.
Your suffering is at an end.
For only she can see what truly lies within.

When He Comes

Chaos reigns over the world. Gone is the order and peace we have enjoyed. Now nation goes against nation.
Skies are turned dark as a blood red moon shines in the sky. Soon the world envelops into complete darkness. Then silence, till a bright light fills the sky as the King of Heaven descends. Half turn away in guilt, half face him with faces turned up in adoration. Light is restored to the world. Welcome, the king of Earth has come down to reign among men and to judge all of man. For what other purpose was he born?

Dreams

Beneath the ceiling above the pillow, lies something sweet and something simple. Around the young child’s thoughts, Dreams are made.
Through the night soft dreams are made for young and old alike. As the stars and moon look down on you, the sweetest image is made.
Outside in the storm, the sky may rage, but in a dream, there is no such thing as storms or terrible things. Like the sweetest lily of the field, dreams are sweet. Dreams, dreams they are only an image, but in a dream there is no such thing as a storm or stormy night.

Music

Music is the breath of human life, the purest and most ancient form of energy flowing ore the earth. It sweeps or the meadow and whistles in the wind. Swishing through the canyons and rejoices on high mountaintops.
Ages will arise and fall yet music will continue to dwell. It is the spirit of this earth. Rejoice in it. Live it. The music is in you.

Faith

I walk by faith, I walk by light. I try tochoose to do what's right.I know I shall in deepest dark depend uponthe Savior's love.The Savior's hand shall lead me on if I butlearn to lean upon his iron rod.Through the midst of darkness and deepertrials shall I forget his loving hand whichguides me on?No, I shall be true in all I do andunderstand that faith is to believe yet notto see.

Rain

Hear the pitter patter on the roof
See the drops fall ore the flowers
Smell the scent of the sweet water
gently trickling down from Heaven above.
See the dark clouds greeting as they pass each other by.
See them watering gardens below with the
Scent called rain.
Little flowers raise their delicate
Heads rejoicing in the warm sprinkle
Of rain, lightly falling down. Sweet is the
Sight. The earth is good once again filled
With the scent of rain.

The Angel

If I should die, think only this of me
That I am happy in my musical paradise
Singing in heaven is where I wish to be
There is a beautiful corner in the garden. It is very nice
To sit there and ponder over what I should do
All the day long sitting on my swing going back and forth
Admiring and discovering delight in the one clue
And this will lead me to that light in the north
Where I may gaze down upon my baby
A sweet and gentle child lying in her nest
Dreaming of one who is no more to come
Waiting for the songs that tell her maybe
Mother will come and put me to rest
And then sleep will at long last to me come.
My voice of inspiration
Music is an expression of the soul’s
desire, but what is it that lights
the heart’s flame?
Why do I only remember through music?
A name, one, who has inspired my soul,
No tongue can utter the word
which fills my mind
But one simple melody is all I need
to find, to release the expressions
that burn brighter than any flame.
Bring to me the glory and fame
Release my inner music
let the world rejoice
In the music shared by one voice.

The Librarian

Here I sit in this room surrounded by volumes of knowledge on either side scattered helplessly. It is each day that I find my library in such a state. However no one seems to mind. How can they though? They are not the ones who return each night to put them in their proper place only to see them trampled on the ground once more.
How long must I endure the abuse of my beloved books? When I began I thought to myself let me share my wonderful collection with all! Let every man and women and their children come to my store and bask in the glory of knowledge.
What a waste of time and effort this continues to be, every day they come in by the tens to search my books yet they do not respect the amount of wisdom with in their pages.
Oh a few of them take the time to return my books to their proper place. I have even seen a few reverently wipe the dust from off their pages. But these are the uncommon few. Yet it is for them that I keep my library open. I could not bear to see their sad faces hurt that the vast volumes of knowledge I have are not within their reach.
If only though they could teach their fellow brethren the respect, which these books call for.
Oh well I rather see my books loved than not even if I do have to pick up them again and again.

My angel of Composition

Thoughts crowd the mind in a constant steady line.
Which first? How do I begin to release the flood of thought?
Thoughts which can only be mine.
I scour my desk for paper to release the thoughts filling my mind.
Where do these thoughts come from? Hurry I must release my new find.
Every day my mind constantly is filled with these phrases and images.
I can have no peace, I feel constantly that I must write and record every picture.
Constantly calling to my mind to record my mind is filled with Images,
Images which carry my heart out on the wings of fancy.
Sleep never visits me now my mind is awake with the insomnia of my own creativity.
Never ceasing the Muse of composition sings sweetly in my ear.
Hurry before it’s too late before it is gone.
Sweetly this new obsession commands me to continue.
Never mind those around who say this is lunacy to keep at it at this pace.
Ignore all who beseech you to resist the power of the mind. That which does not weaken you will only give strength.
If only the mind had been able to resist the temptations, but here I still sit pen in hand,
Bringing to life the thoughts of the voice of inspiration. Never to cease.
For all time I will stay writing and never being able to stop.
The inspiration is too much how can I stop?