Poem – A Garden

A sole flower
blooms with courage
shines out
among the barren land.

Alone
with no grass, dirt,
just rock.
It grows

And another.
And another.
Then thousands of flowers
blossoming where no others can.

In this special garden.

Poem – Going Somewhere

I’m finally getting somewhere
Just maybe
I’m going somewhere
Hopefully.

Just think positive
think
think
think positive….

Finally,
I might be
able to say
I love you.

Again.

Feel your gentle arms
wrapped around me.
Your hand, resting
in mine.

Oh, doesn’t love
work so mysteriously?
So beautifully
So… unpredictable

I might be going somewhere

Going somewhere, going

Where to, I’ll see
when I get there

Poem – There is no River

A river once flew.
with all it’s majesty.
Giving life and love,
to a single tree.

And the tree grew,
Tall and strong,
But one day,
The river stopped.

And the tree did not grow.
It needed the river.
And it’s roots shriveled.
And it’s branches drooped

The water left.
And the tree stood dying.
Wishing, hoping.
That the water would come back.

Poem – Mirror

Behind the mirror…
More than a face,
Reflection.
But something… else.
Different, deeper.
Look closely
And you will not find.
But don’t look at all
And it is there staring
Back at you.
What do you see?

Poem – Time Shall Rule Forever

The seconds pass
the minutes pass
weeks, months
years, Time rules everywhere

Nothing can escape it
All must be its subject
condemned to live in Time
One way, never the other.

Time is a mysterious thing
it works in interesting ways
Not seen, heard, smelled, touched, or tasted,
It’s just there

And it’s undetectable, yet there
it’s everywhere.
It dominates
Time is not any more, any less

Time shall rule forever.

Poem – From The Ashes

Black soil engulfs
the shine of his skin.
His moans for help are weak,
though undeterred.

Stumbling forward, back
the blinding sun watching
guiltily.

It could have been him.
Or them. He didn’t know.
Who did he die for?
Selfishness or Selflessness?

Neither did him well.

His hand brushes the
dirt and soot from his eyes
and cheeks,

And brushes the
tears from his eyes,
and cheeks.

He returns to the grave,
where he rose,
valiant over Death,
victorious over Fate.

Standing over,
he looks down
into the broken coffin

He laid back down.
Closed his eyes.

And called for Death
to come once more.

Poem – I Dream

Living in a dream,
I feel free.
Free from the limits of reality.
Boundless and free.

A dream, my dream,
Longed for.
Here at last.
Living in a dream

A dream unlike others,
This is my dream,
When I lie in bed at night,
I dream,

Dream of distant lands,
Far-off worlds,
Strange creatures,
I dream,

Dream of adventures,
Risks,
Living on the edge,
I dream,

Dream of discoveries,
of oceans,
of mountains,
I dream,

Dream till the night,
has no more dreams for me,
And I wait throughout the day
Till evening, when once again,

I dream.

Poem – The Silent Tree

Gentle and forlorn,
Darkness creeps,
Slowly stalking
The solemn presence.

A misplaced light glistens
As the moon shines softly
Upon the tender branches
Of the Silent Tree.

And the winds lightly
Speak, very quietly.
Unspoken voices
Of the Silent Tree

And the tender river
Flows smoothly,
Life pours into the aged roots
Of the Silent Tree

And unheard by Nature,
The delicately woven song
Beautifully voiced
By the Silent Tree

Poem – The Piano

As my fingers rest on the keys,
Preparing for the song,
I close my eyes.

I visualize the song,
Hearing the melody in my mind,
And I close off my mind.

I simply stop thinking,
And let the music, my soul, and my fingers,
Do all the work.

My fingers begin the journey,
Flying through the keys,
Like cheetas.

The music fills me,
And I drift off,
Into the beautiful harmony.

My fingers soften,
Into an Andante pianissimo.
And a ralentando takes into affect.

As a decresendo takes me,
To a near-impossible pianississimo,
I pause, and jump into fortissimo.

The pace quickens to Presto,
With a cresendo livening up the feeling,
Marcatos are suddenly followed by rests.

Without warning, my fingers fly into 64th notes,
And I keep it up, even in cut-time.
The audience is awed, but I haven’t even breaked a sweat.

Finally, the song ends with an arpeggio,
Growing louder in the room and in the soul,
Until one, quite Minor chord ends the song.

For the first time in,
-What,5 min., I can’t even tell-
I open my eyes.

The vibrations are still heard,
within the room,
and the audience erupts with clapping.

I bow and my smile beams,
but it is not the attention that gets to me.
It is the music.

The melodies and chords,
They are my life.
Music is in my soul.

Music is my soul.

Poem – Finale

We’ve counted only nine, 

but the family’s much bigger.

A connection of Elements, 

that make a union.
Only together do they make a difference, 

and make up the world around you.

The sky above you, 

The ground below you.
You, yourself, are an Element.

And your family and friends.

We are all Elements.
Unity 

Poem – Air

As the night shades the world, 

And everything sleeps, 

The gentle, clean breeze of Air’s soft breath

Still flows.
Silently, it flies

In it’s boundless world, 

Enjoying the sensation, 

Of freedom
Soaring through the open meadows, 

Traversing great distances of sea, 

Living each day as if it were the last, 
Serenity. 

Poem – Water

Flowing through the river,

 Moving peacefully, 

Throughout the Earth

Wherever the currents runs, 
Water stirs freely, 

Living as it wishes.

Gentle enough to float a light feather, 

Though fierce enough to drown a large steamship
Water guides and protects, 

It gives peace and tranquility

And nourishes life with soothing care, 
Harmony 

Poem – Fire

Raging through the Earth,

 Burning everything in sight, 

Fire’s untamed fury, 

Edges to dominance.
The Earth, it’s fuel, let’s it’s spread, 

But Water, it’s enemy, extinguishes the flames

Air does not take a side. It can help spread the flames, 

or it can blow them to nothingness, 
Fire unleashes it’s worst, 

Feared by many, it’s power spreads

Faster than the flames themselves.
Supremacy. 

Poem – Earth

Earth forms the base of all the elements, 

None of them can exist without it, 

It’s beauty can awe even the most impassive people

And it’s power can destroy the most strong structures
It guides Water, with it’s creeks and streams, 

It fuels Fire with plants and trees to burn, 

It provides Life to living things

And it gives refuge to those who need it.
An amazing spectacle of Nature, 

But simply a speck, 

in the infinite expanse of the universe
Liberality. 

Poem – Light

The four elements give way to more great, 

As Light shine’s it’s wisdom among the lands.

Casting away the darkness, 

And showing the path.
Fire burns and gives source to Light, 

Water bends and guides Light, 

Air gives companionship, and company to Light, 

And Earth is visibly revealed with that Light.
The greatness floods throughout the souls, 

of Human’s on the Earth, 

and the prosperity lives on.
Eternity. 

Poem – Darkness

Don’t think the story could just end there, 

A protagonist always has an antagonist.

Where Light fails to reach it’s arms out, 

Darkness prevails there.
The power of the shadows are cruel.

Blinding men, ridding them of their sight.

Leaving them alone, frightened, 

In the faint, cold, Dark.
Where the beauty of the Earth cannot be seen, 

Water cannot flow, Air does not blow

Where even Fire, fails to save the day.
Emptiness. 

Poem – Life

The beauty of Earth, 

The majesty of Water, 

The freedom of Air, 

The power of Fire.
The influence of Light, 

The destruction of Darkness, 

It all gives Life to souls of the world.

Who themselves are awed by the greatness of the Elements.
But Life is an element itself.

Buried deep within the bodies and the minds, 

Is the Truth.
Vitality 

Poem – Death

With Life there must be Death, 

Unfortunately so, and the emotions, 

The are caused by Death, 

Are as powerful as Death itself.
But Death, 

Is merely an illusion.

Designed to distract, 

And decieve.
No, no, it is not evil.

We just interpret it so. 

What it is, my friend, 
Finality 

Poem – Energy

A flash streaks down to Earth, 

And thunder pursues.

The Sound struggles to keep up, 

As the Energy shoots through the sky.
It has life, 

in a sense.

It seems to have a mind of its own.

Unpredictable.
It’s power, 

even hotter than the sun, 

just ready to unleash.
Mentality 

Poem – When the Music Began

The first strike hits the key, 

And the silence is gone, 

As the music begins.
And the notes seem to fly, 

Off the page, 

Swirling, dancing in the air
The emotions swirl.
The warmth and power

That rises from the sounds

Fills the room.
Leaves me in a trance, 

As the music comes

And the sensation rises.
And the music takes me, 

And I follow, 

With no second thought
The music I hear, I play, 

Takes it’s form

As I guide it
I lay in a vast meadow, 

The sun setting in front of me, 

And as night falls, I rest, 
I awake and find myself, 

Soaring through the sky, 

As if weight was a but a myth
And then I fall, 

Deep into the fiery depths, 

As I struggle to stay alive, 
Just as it is about to give in, 

And darkness surrounds me, 

A light.
And the light slowly brightens, 

As the music grows louder

And the emotions grow unbearable
And the light engulfs me, 

And just as the song ends.

I find myself back, where I began
And as the faint echoes

Of the dying music fade away, 

They leave a mark.
And that mark, 

I still feel to this day.

As the music touches me.
As it affects me in a way, 

Unexplainable.

Unimaginable.
And the emotions, 

And memories of the day.

The day the music began. 

Zander William Pearson