Unbroken

The sacred silence, savored by the students in the sanctum
strains to show the silken flow of simple, solemn scenes.
But chivalrous, the imperfections, rising to the summit,
seem to sound, support, resound, ignite the smallest act.

Brittle

This was actually written as a song, but I'm not entirely happy with the melody I've come up with. Also I don't have the means to accompany it with any instruments. But the lyrics aren't quite awful. So here they are.

I don't know what I want to say
I think I'll say it anyway
I never get it right
And so I never sleep at night
And I'm in love with the idea of love
I'm prayin' to the stars above
But I don't hear a voice
And I don't think I get a choice in that

I don't
Want to be awake
I do not know what I can take
I am afraid that I will break
'Cause I am brittle
At risk from curiosity
A champion of heresy
I'm on my feet, I'm on my knees
It's killin' me

I don't know where I want to go
I'm not sure if I'll ever know
I know it isn't far
'Cause I can't even drive a car
But just believe me, I am happy here
I think, I guess, it isn't clear
My throat is getting sore
And you just tell me if I bore you, please

I don't
Want to be awake
I do not know what I can take
I am afraid that I will break
'Cause I am brittle
At risk from curiosity
A champion of heresy
I'm on my feet, I'm on my knees
It's killin' me

My resolutions need to start
I think I've had a change of heart
This time it's really true
And I will prove myself to you
But wait, I think we're getting hasty here
I think I need to be more clear
I know I need to change
I'm just a little too deranged for that

I don't
Want to be awake
I do not know what I can take
I am afraid that I will break
'Cause I am brittle
At risk from curiosity
A champion of heresy
I'm on my feet, I'm on my knees
It's killin' me

I want to be awake
There isn't much that I can take
But really even if I break
I'll just be brittle
A cat needs curiosity
I can't submit to destiny
I'm on my feet, I'm on my knees

A Lover Covets Love

Love, debasing,
luring, chasing,
never thought to be a flaw, but
now erasing,
warring, pacing,
beats the heart and wears it raw.

Have a flower,
hunger, power.
He loves you, and you love that he'd
wait an hour,
gloomy, dour,
just to know you love him back.

Feeling happy,
warm and sappy,
nothing sweeter, sweetest fall from
feeling crappy,
twitchy, tappy,
angry that he didn't call.

Now you're weaker,
smaller, meeker.
You don't want to be alone so
you're a shrieker,
crier, weeper,
can't go back, and can't atone.

Trapped by needing,
begging, bleeding,
best to force it, make it fit in
what you're seeding,
growing, breeding.
Work the land and never quit.

Prophecy

A mountebank will teach a man that reckless faith is grief;
no prophet brings an iron word to men who know a thief.

Tock

The mainspring of the clock unwinds,
but mine is tight; each tick reminds.
Eternal cadence binds me short:
no time for work, no time for sport,
for each of two will rob the one.
Though time is endless, I have none.