IgnoranceIn ignorance I denounced them,The wise and their words,In their tolerance they saved me,A man of many roads.Pain, they tried to spare me,But to pride I have held,The paths of others converge,To save others from their hell.For the wise were men too,Before I walked this road,In following their wisdom,I could have learned all I know.
My nameless historyI will take this moment to write a line,or two about my life,I never thought I'd amount to this,a man content with time.Through my words, I express my soul,that part inside me,My actions have touched many lives,some I have yet to see.I will live on in the hearts and minds,of those who remember me,Though my name may pass in time,my nameless history.
The OathShe said that she forgave me,a lie between her teeth,Her love I thought would save me,and crush the pain beneath,Yet forgiven is not forgotten,as I thought it should be,Once sweet, all is rotten,now I am left in grief,The more I loved her further,her love I could not reep,I had said I'd never hurt her,an oath I couldn't keep.
the less of meUpon my life I must confess,I always thought there more than this,A man I thought I'd never be,The World I thought of more I'd see,With time I thought I'd come to say,My life less lived by day to day,The more I planned, slaved, and tried,Fighting only to rule my life,More or less I came to see,The more I claimed, the less of me.
The phantom loveThe thought is never pleasant,to lose the one you love,As though your limbs were severed,then tossed among the wolves,Yet you still remember,each time you close your eyes,Their phantom touch still lingers,yet never ease your cries.