Perfection

She can calm a storm with her smile.
He can grow a forest wider than a mile.
She sings and all musician's bow to her.
He speaks and the stars burn brighter.

He moves with water's flow.
She dances with silken passion.
He makes all face's glow.
She has an impeccable fashion.

She call's animals to her aid.
He command's the elements brave.
Alas she is just a maid.
And he is but a knave.

By Leon

God's Sorrow

Am I the last one standing?
The final hope for all?
What am I doing?
There's nothing left.

The Sky is yellow.
The Ocean's are black.
The Earth is dead.
And there is no way back.

My powers are gone.
I can't grow anything.
It would just die.
No tree's. No grass. No flowers.

I cannot command that stagnant pool.
No ripple can I make.
I cannot call upon the winds.
The air is just too thick.

Everything is silent.
No animals. Nothing alive.
What have you mortals done?
You've killed the thing I love.

The Empress

People look down at me.

They sneer and they jeer.

But I keep walking.

They're all sticks and stones.

They'll never break my bones.

I know what they say.

You tramp. You whore.

You're lower than dirt.

I've had painters and lawyers.

Teachers and politicians.

They wooed me

They screwed me.

They all forgot me.

One never understands.

The pain a prostitute withstands.

Until they're old and grey.

The label will stay.

By Leon

The Time Has Come

Come out from your world.
Your world thats stuck in the past.
Wake up.
See the light.
I'm not a boy anymore.
I've experianced a taste of life.
Don't hold me down with your strings.
Don't tell me whether its wrong or right.
I can see it for myself.
You've never given me a chance.
You've never let me fought.
But now I can.
So stand down.
I thank you for your concern.
But now its my time to fly.

By Leon

A Piece Of Heaven

Its like everything has stopped for them.
The Man. The Woman. The Couple.
The perfect evening.
They look out on the scene.
The perfect round moon.
Its reflection on the water.
Its like the universe has come together tonight.
every star a-sparkle.
A glittering jewel.
A passionate fire.
The moon smiles.
The couple sits on the cliffs edge.
They look at the sea.
The water is calm, like glass.
Its like they are the only two people in the world.
And the world knows what they are thinking.
But she lets them enjoy this.
This little piece of Heaven.

Whats In A Name

Its like a forest fire.

A tsunami engulfing you.

Its an earthquake.

An avalanche rolling down a mountain.

Its a tornado pulling you in.

A hurricane beating you senseless.

Its a whirpool sucking you down.

A drought drying you up.

Its the poison that you crave.

A sharpened knife in a suicides hand.

It sends you whirling, tumbling, helpless.

A fight you can never win.

So just accept your fate.

Become that roaring, flaming idiot.

Just call it by its name.

For thats what Love likes to be called.

By Leon

Flowers

I'm in a valley.
Mountains around me.
Sweet scents arouse my nose.
Flowers.
Tens. Thousands. Millions.
Uncountable.
Colours fill the valley.
Every shade thinkable.
The most beautiful scene in the world.
Everything is so serene.
The only sounds are birds and the wind.
I walk through the flower sanctuary.
I take in the breeze that sends the perfume of millions of flowers.
They play at my feet in the breeze.
They know I won't cause any harm.
They feel safe with me.
And I feel safe with them.
We are like old friends.
I sit and bask in the sun.
I close my eyes and take in the sunlight just like the flowers.
I feel the earth.
The most beautiful sounds come from it.
A natural orchestra.
I feel myself drifting into the earth.
I let myself go.
My legs turn into roots and dig into the soil searching for life-giving minerals.
My arms become shoots and leaves, growing upwards towards the sky.
My body becomes softer. Just like a flower.
I finally stop growing.
My hair has become petals.
I feel myself bonding with the earth, the air, the water.
I join the symphony of Gaia.
I'm happy.
I'm free at last.

By Leon

Warriors Grace

A battlefield.
Blood and fire.
The dead linger.
Looking at the remaining two.
An austere audience.
They watch the two dancers.
Weilding their blades.
A white one. A black one.
A deadly dance.
Unnerving grace.
The beauty of the blades.
Each strike sounds like glass breaking.
The blades screaming at each other.
Sparks fly.
The earth shudders beneath their feet.
The water surges.
The sky is ripped apart.
The stars. The moon. The sun.
They watch with grief in thier eyes.
Violence.
No animals are left.
No a blade of grass sways.
Its as if time itself has stopped.
Every eye in the universe is on them.
The dancers move.
Circle each other.
They pause.
Sweat and sorrow.
They were brothers.
They were allies.
They were one.
No more.
They begin again.
A never-ending dance.
They use their props with grace.
The audience waches.
Waiting for that time.
When they can have their revenge.

By Leon

The Theatre

I look at the stage.

Bare. Empty.

No colour. No music.

The theatre.

The seats.

All dusty for years of neglect.

The curtains are torn.

Cobwebs. Everywhere.

They hug the blackened statues.

Caress the ceiling.

Beautiful glass windows.

Shattered.

The spotlight.

The light that once shone.

On a masquerade. A party. A lovers kiss. A death.

Scenes of dancers.

Ballets. Duets. Songs. Poems.

A light that has seen a thousand years.

No more.

I weep.

I weep for the theatre.

For every person who has come through the doors.

Women in dresses and men in suits.

All forget the theatre.

I sit on the steps of the condemned building.

The ruin of architecture.

It was once grand.

No more.

By Leon

At The End Of Everything

Walls are coming down around me.
My safety.
My rules.
My comforts.
My lovers.
My life, comes crashing down around me.
All the lines have been crossed.
Every barrier is broken.
I feel everything.
Pain. Sorrow. Grief. Suffering.
All at once.
Like a sharpened knife in an assasins hand.
After each stab. The knife smiles.
Its doing its job.
Then I hear the sound.
The sound of waves.
Washing away everything.
No debris.
Nothing.

Im on a cliff.
I see the ocean.
Taking away everything.
Making me new.
A clean slate.

I feel safe.

Somehow.

I feel like nothing can touch me.

I feel light.

Lighter than air.

Someone keeps me safe.

I know im safe.

Somehow im safe.

I look up.

I see the sky.

Rainbows and clouds.

A sunset of mirages and colours.

His voice says that he'll look after me.

I smile.

I'm safe.

In his arms.

Im safe.

By Leon

Hope

Well, its our "Independance" Day again.

What a joyous occasion.

Its like a party.

Racial discrimination, jealousy and anger are dancing on the floor.

In the corner of the room joy and unity are drunk and passed out.

Hope wasn't invited.

Fear is the theme for the night.

Injustice is the host.

Friends are pulled apart by the music of the night.

Lovers fight, hate laughs.

Grey skies block the bright sunshine.

the lights dim, out comes an iron pot.

Inside, water boils.

All goodness screams with pain, evil grins.

Everything ends with a thunderous roar.

The mighty, the good, the pious, all become silent.

The night is owned.

There is no sound.

No laughing, no joy, no peace.

No beauty.

The only sound is crying.

Somewhere in the ink-black night.

There is still one streetlight lit.

A child.

A child under it.

Crying.

All around him, forces are brewing.

But they do not pass into the light.

The child is safe for the moment.

The child sobs.

Sobs for everything that has passed.

He sobs for the wars, the deaths, the innocence taken.

The child.

No older than 4.

With skinned knees and broken fingers.

Broken.

Evil smiles. Shows his teeth.

He laughs. Fire in his mouth.

But the child is safe.

Safe in the light.

The child has a name.

Hope.

by Leon