it is time to finally wake the dead,
though sleepers rest in guilty bed's.
with eyes awake they fall asleep,
their hearts doth toil, avoiding passions ill defeat.

what's become of this called modesty?
who killed what they thought they could not keep?
as if love bought into could not be sold,
we burn the book's before the stories unfold.

who burdened this thing to the daughter's of eve,
to pursue such things that one can not see?
for long hard years their lives revolve,
like a minor chord which seems nor to resolve.

i must admit i am as guilty as they,
to this matter i have been a hard working slave.
for in the beginning it is as a dear friend,
but strike's like slow moving venom quite near the end.

wake o sleeper from shallow of graves,
though you part the memories will remain.
try as you will for you shall never escape,
love in its splendor;
and death in it's heartbreak.



Alayna said…
wow. so much talent.
MH said…
Stephen, you're amazing. Of course, we all knew that. You just continue to prove it. I'd keep writing, but I think I may be onto something with this whole story thing of mine, and school limits my time severly...

Anonymous said…
Stephen, you never cease to amaze me. I love it. And I think it's great that you're writing a book too. I love that you are writing. If it ever got published I would be the first to buy it. Anyways I am seeing you in 31 days. Good luck in The UK too. I can't wait to see Anberlin again. See you soon.

alonsa said…
Truth can be so easily missed sometimes. Good stuff. Good luck with the book...don't get discouraged.
Rachel said…
Just ran across your blog. I'm a huge fan of the band and am impressed with your thought-provoking entries. I wish you guys the best!
laurafee said…
beautiful. simply beautiful.

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