just a few of my poems form others sites (added some new and fresh ones)

I am the song in the trees
I am the burdon of soul
I am the sound of my heart
I am no more

I am not the person you want me to be
so back off will you and let me speak,
I am what the world turned me into
I am the one who stands at the shore
I am the one who liens on the wall to watch as it draws near
I am the one who is no more
I am no less
I am no person
I am a object
I am the one who will always save them all
I am without religoin
I am without creed
I am without a desire

I am without a care
I am Xhunter

have you seen a sunset?
tell me what you seen,
was it gold or blue?
do you have even a clue,

did it make you think?
or did you just blink,
was it a good one or a bad one?
or have you never seen one,

Growing again after a seasons sleep
Rising all its greens
Ever green here
Ever green there
No stop to the Ever Greens

Filling the empty spaces
Over the trees the leaves grow
Right into the ever growing canipy
Ending at the trees fingers
Starting at the Ground and contune growing again
Till the Start of gold

Gold starts to form on the leaves
On the top to the bottem
Layers the canipy with new found riches
Downing the last of the greens

Forming over the forest like a virus
Only to stop as the green is dead
Resting the forest in sick riches
Ending the growth of green
Saying around for a little longer
Till the riches starts to lessen and white starts to form

See the white?
Near the trees
On the ground and on the leaves
With the grey in the sky?

From the sky to the ground
Over the land to the sea
Running for sun to the moon
Ending at the start of green
Staying for another day
To last till spring

…how sweat my kiss is…
…Cold and bitter you say…
…my love may be as bitter as the cold…
…or it may be as the thorn you say…

…you with the sad heart…
…don’t be discovered don’t you realize…

…My song my be as the snow…
…Like the storms of the north are say…

…My passion is of the night…
…You mock my words why?…

…My joy is of the moon…

…You talk of the stars you say?…


…You say how sweat your kiss?…
…For it is cold and bitter dearest one….

…You say your love my be as bitter as the cold…
…For your love is not like the cold at all,
It is like a thorn sharp and deadly…

…You with the lonely soul…
…Never be you tamed, but by me only…

…you say your song is of the snow?…
…Your song is like the storms of the north,
Fast, swift, storm, and strong…

…You say your passion is of the night?…
…Yes it is of the night I agree my diamond love…

…You say your joy is of the moon?…
…For I am of the stars that guards the offal guardian…

I am not what you hear of me
I am not what you say I am
I am what I want of me
I am what I say of me
I lie on my bed lone day after day
I lie on the bed looking up at nothing
I am not a lazy person 
I am not what you think of me

I am not a unpatant person

I could lie there for days and not get annoyed
I am in my thoughts 
I never care for what comes up in it

I am cold still inside as I watch a bug go by
I am traped in the past forever
I don't see a end to the past or the thoughts
I am always remended of the things that past

I am the loner of the soul
I am the center of my thought
I am what I am
I am not mad at the thought

I know the answer 
I know the truth
I will not let no one try to make me think it a lie
I will not let myself into the future thoughts

This morning i set and watch as the window grows brighter
my legs are pulled under me and my masked chin is resting on my legs
the sun starts to rise 
the sun throws twisted shadows on my silver twisted mask

my mask wears a twisted grin
even though the naked lips under it are frowning
Its hollow eyes show my ice blue eyes

which holds as much ice as a frozen lake

as i watch the sun rise my shadow starts to leave
like the blanket of time as they pass
but the shadows within stay to greet another day
another time another moment

i start to think 
is it all only a play?
is it even real?

did someone just put strings on it so it can be drown up into that starry sky?

as the sun rises i see cars
as the sun shines i sense a trueth
but even so i just turn over and sign
let thy sun rise but leave me the night. . .

We Wear the Masks
We wear the Mask to school
We wear the Mask to work
We wear it with others 
We wear it at specil events

Why do we wear them?
only to remove them when we lie our heads down to sleep
Why do we not show our faces

when they, the masks, are but a clay thing that sits cold to the skin

What does your mask look like?
is it red, gold, blue, green, black, or white?
What does your mask look like?
is it got tears runing down it or a half moon smile with the large eyes that are curly?
What does your mask look like?

is it got blue eyes behind it or a chestnut color to it?
Once i heard a famour person say
"All the World's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They Have their exitsand their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts!"
Do you know who i speek of?
Yes. No. Maybe?

When, like he said, play our parts
Is it in the park
Is it in the Schools
Is it in the work place
Yes? 


Is it too our stage 
When we close the door and go to our beds and sit down and slowly remove our masks?
When we are with someone we see as the same and removing our masks is but ok and we fear nothing when we see our real faces?
When we sit by the window and look out at the other Actors on the ground in the night or the day?

Think of this when you think of me
What do you see under your mask of half moon smile and curly eyes?
Are you vile and ill tempered
Are you sad and lonely
Are you happy and just wear the mask for Appearance?

What do you see under your mask of flowing tears and Narrowed eyes"
Are you happy and can't think of a better mask to exsperce it
Are you just scared or neutral to all feelings and wear it only to trick people to leave you alone
Are you just tired of this world and its Actor ready for your next act to come and move on to another stage?

Think of these mask when you think of me this is what i will say and what i will wear
When you wear the mask of war i will say 'let the better actor prevale' and wear the mask of reason
When you wear the mask of tears i will say 'do you need help with your act?' and wear the mask of understanding
When you wear the mask of happyness i will say 'you need not me, for i am a searcher' and walk away to my queit place and meditate and will wear the mask of no calm

when you wear the mask of consern i will say 'what is on your mined today?' and wear the mask of the tempest.

now that you heard my part in this play 
and seen my acts on this small stage
and see my many masks of trueths and lies
and heard my sarcastic and lulling voice
and hear my bowing steps and my stepping back off of this stage
and felt my passions and buzzing tone
and feel my precense on this small stage leave 

i will now step off and take a breathe
and i will pull my mocking mask out and pull it onto my head
and under its laughing mouth i will grin
and look at this world and think of my preformance and will only show my eyes of insane laughter,
i will take a step off and start my newest act
and i will become the Harlequin of this new stage saying my practiced part
"Another stage, another act"

What Halloween is to me
Is but a day of great joy
Fear
Laughter

And the gathering of masked ones

What Halloween is to me
Is a time of joy trying to figure them all out
The person in the suit of armor trying to impress an person as a damsel in distress
The person jumping out with a monster suit scaring there friends only to have there friends laugh at each other
The sound of the odd harmony

What Halloween means to me
Is more than just a bunch of people hiding in know mask
Is more than just a day to scare
To be afraid or happy

Halloween is much
Though it can only be explained in a few
Happiness, fear, laughter, insanity, love, legends, memories

The mask of non-emotion is my present mask
I sometimes wonder why
Though the answer is behind its eyes and the eyes that see threw it
I wonder why sometimes

I realize that the answer is not only one answer

Though about the answer
I know that it is like a coin
Miss understood for how many sides it really has
Most see it as only two but most have little groves on there sides
Which brings me to my mask

I search for the answer as I would search a coin
And follow the possibilities of the many sides
Both the horizontal and parallel
Though like the answer the lies are just as many
There can never be just one answer and always for one answer it is one lie too

What do I mean?
I mean for every truth you get a lie
It can’t be removed unless you focus on only one point of view
But ignoring one point of view you get two sides
Truth and a lie

The truth can be parallel to the lie
Or it can be horizontal to it
Sometimes it is both when there is more than one answer
When humans search of it we find many truths from the lips of many of the same subject
But we ignore the lies that come with all those truths

My truth of my non-emotion mask is that its is many
Experience, passion, and fears, and dreams,
Though that is not the point of the poem,
For the truth is too the lie and the other answers are
Fear, sadness, depression

Our different points of view makes my truths lies as it makes yours lies too
The riddle of this poem is not that it is about only a mask
But a second subject too
Many things happen in twos that is why they become many
Just ponder it a bit and you many see
Or will you?