Poem: Invisible

It's hard and near impossible
to live without being seen,
and yet we must live on and cry
and weep for shattered dreams.

For dreams we had, for dreams undone,
for dreams we hoped for ruined,
we cannot help but rent our hearts
where absent chasm's chewing.

It hurts so bad to be unseen,
to be forever lost;
it hurts so bad, invisible,
they do not bear our cross.

And yet we will prevail one day.
Our day is coming soon,
where rainbow wings will fly us high
'bove red-gold autumn bloom.

Poem: Madness

Madness is wonderful
and madness is kind;
Madness is terrible,
and madness is mine.

Hubris or madness or lunatic high
I have to stretch my wings;
Madness will tell me that I can fly
and that I'll be caught by these things.

Madness is beautiful;
it rents the sky
with the power of the magic I wield.
I step through a gate, not
knowing my fate
and in this, my madness I wield.