We Live to Drink Water

Dissolving through the mist of my dreams,
I came to banish my exile...
This was the word:

"In the middle of the river there is a boat.
Uncharted lights make it easier to the Free Lands,
Whenever truth comes friendly, as it should.
Rejoice in the sense that maybe you can still feel it,
That transparent darkness in which you float.
For in it's absence, how would you know?"

Embrace the limit of these two bands.
Again will prevail the center force -
The balanced rhythm of gentle beatings.
Each breath, the flowing will then continues,
Sliding aside of many sleepers; Dreaming.
All this, bordering the shores of distance lands.
Unknown to you
Or me.

When did you remember such a searching thrill?
Of truth be told and unlocking reason?
How delicate should this plated present be bestowed?

Behold...

Take this from the heavy vaults of well kept secrecy,
And share the reasons why the river still flows serene.

Come drink from my glass...
This water is for you
And me.

After Ten Nights of Dreaming

"You got to be stone.
You got to take the blow.
You got to let yourself know.

You got to.

When a thousand phrases
Get to mean nothing
The trust gets broken
Never to reopen

I have no reason
To feel sympathy
As cruel as you were
Your voice I won't forget.

When a thousand phrases
Get to mean nothing
The trust simply gets broken
Never to long again.

So you...
You..

You are to blame for this disgrace
You alone have fallen long from grace
What was left unspoken
Came to be my silent torment
You seemed to have never asked yourself

Why I'm chasing you behind stars...
Why I am dreaming lost in your eyes..."

- Friend, your sorrow I felt -

Hide from Me

And who I'm I to doubt a dream,
If no difference will it make.

My voice cannot tell what take
And what leave untouched.

So who I'm I to break a will,
As if it were my choice.

Eventually I'll learn to feel
Between that simple noise
And that line to follow.

But today, I must confess...
I don't know who I was...

Of Chaos and Hope

...Hear how my heart feeds...
...No innocence is for certain...
...Life can tell you that...

...It's your wound that one that bleeds...
...I never decided to climb the mountain...
...And I'm happy leaving it just like that...

What do you know, that I may want to know?
Ask me what warmth can I feel?
Up there, only the icy wind can blow.

Tell me what I want to hear...
Is that how it goes?

Without a returning sense of the landscape
How can I let you run loose...
Oh sweet emotion, where to you wish take me?

Bending the sound to fill the silence
I heard your voice,
It wasn't a coincidence and it wasn't fate either...

The excitement these news bring I can't deny,
But hope becomes less cheap each day...

Spawn of my own,
Look at the chaos that you brought upon the land!
Look how the land embraces you!
They adore you...
They claim you as their own...
But have they ever stopped to question,
Where do you come from?

I guess that's why they call it hope...
I guess that's why...
They call it hope...

Soon

Cough
I breathe
Cry
She breathes

Now days will be measured
With years progressing

And this green fur that
Coats my body -
Imprisons my blood
Imprisons my soul

It will leave soon
I will live soon
Broken down inside
Flowing down each stride

Everyday brings it closer
A moment of clarity
A sight to take note of

Soon

Dance 'Round the Fire

Shall it fill me up with such grace
For a few days
To see your face...

Dance,
"Put the fire! All around!"
Let it burn,
Bring the flame.

Morning lights every face
In every sense
Every pace...

Come down, no disgrace
No more hiding
In this place

Wash me clean in one phrase
Waving waters
Sins ablaze!

Dance,
Let the lake run dry
Fill me up 'til I cap
Like watered wet white sand.

To the shore...
To the sea...
Into that great dream...

When The Tune Cannot Be Heard

Bone stiff weariness strikes me down,
On to the floor...
On to the cold wood...
The tune can still be heard,
Chords still ringing in my head.

How fast one seems to catch the idea,
And so slow it manages to slip away.
If ever...

Holding past death feeling somewhat empty?
Should it be another who drinks this water
And not the thirst of injured tongue...

Oh, please just laugh with me.
Let me know it's still within the limits of reason.
That the honest makes nothing in a dishonest realm.
And that even the best can't win all.

One hour, one minute... turn around, one second now.
It's gone. Like the past twenty years.
Where did it go... the rhythm...
I can still hear it, but I can't see it.

It's not the question of where we are going,
But more striking the absence of the horizon.
North sound comes forth.
Lend me an ear quick!
And listen how my knees fall to the ground.

Somebody dig this hole for now...
I cannot finish my grave tonight.
Tomorrow maybe...
When the rest come awake,
Maybe then I'll meet the slumber.

But no musician can tell the tale
As no poet can play the tune.
Let me sleep for tonight...
Let me dream for a moment.

Alas, I can still hear the music in the air.

Through Glass Lyrics

Stone Sour
Through Glass

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel? that is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in, describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

How much is real, so much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart,
But never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises (no more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember its just different from what you've seen.

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you Yeah-yeah

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you Yeah-yeah

I’m looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed ,
Oh God it feels like forever,
but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head...

Cause I’m looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed ,
All I know is that it feels like forever,
but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head...

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you yeh ya
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you yeh ya
And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you yeh ya
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you……. yeh ya

Who are the stars?
Who are the stars?
They lie…

Stained Stone Step Still

Can you tell me where hours go...
Where time flows...

Some issues have been left unspoken,
Some troubles have remain unwanted.

Mother, can you tell me...
What the flame seeks...

Sometimes rain can't put the fire out,
Sometimes water falls too far.

River lead me to the open sea...
To the ocean I must go...

If you don't recognize me,
Is because it's time for you to move on.

Shadow over my past...
I seem to left behind...

Shadows of my past...
I can't recall...

Shadows of things past...
I simply ignore...

Moonlight lights my road,
Stars set the course.

My shadow follows.
You follow.

I can't stop running...
There is no end in this world...

To my run.
To my game.
To my name.

Reflection: Mountain View

Eager to accept this,
Desperate to believe it.
To what thoughts do you find comfort?

Rising sun awakes brighter every passing.
Or menacing shadow hangs down wicker aday.

If I cannot paint you my world...
How could you?

The picture behind me,
Becomes the picture below.
Wider, more embracing.
Surrounding from underneath.

The drumming slows down...

Hear me a voice,
Find me the silence.

Rhythms are lost...
Rhythms are made...
Just like roads...
Just like rivers...

Calling the answer...
That answers the call...

Alas, cold air makes me tremble.
But sunrise is short to only hours.
So keep calling, keep moving,
And let not even cold breeze catch us.

Waking Desperation

In my dreams I escaped the haunted sails of a certain ship
By hanging tightly to a rope of phantom nature.

Somehow I can always escape from my ghostly persecutors...

But it is He who recurringly is in trouble.

And last night He was missing in the middle of darkness.
No reason or excuse...

He was not in his bed... He was nowhere to be found.

And instead of finding Him...
I found a dark, small figure,
Not of this world,
Hiding in the shadows.

Oh Brother, where do they take you while I sleep.

That powerless shiver of desperation worries me to awake lately.

Is this it?

Soon it comes to down one thing,
And only what fills my insides,
Is the only thing that can heal me.
Becomes the only thing that can guide me.

Embrace the thrill as if it were your own,
Laugh without denying your believes.
All I got is my thought...
And from there... comes the infinity of myself.

So hang on strong, keep that chin up.
And expect the blow to hit hard.

I feel it now.
Running down my innerself.
It's the trial of existing and adapting.
Is the test to acknowledging one's defeat,
But having the will to carry down your choice.

I will not hurt, nor for a feast of helping hands.
Be them only then the reason not to fail...
Or simply not to give up.

Nameless

There is a certain feeling I'm starting to miss,
Amongst all this, along the absence of one person.
But this person has no name...
Surely that can sicken, for there is no way to call someone

Who does not have a name...

Release

And so today I will destroy...
What I have so carefully guarded...
And so today I will undo...
What I have so patiently grown...

There is no more reason in keeping it.
There is no reason in giving it.
It is mine, and mine alone.
I will kill it.

Oh and they shall cry...
Oh and they shall say...
- "Why oh why"
And I will answer...


"Any path is only a path,
And there is no affront,
To oneself or to others,
In dropping it if that is what your heart tells you...
Look at every path closely and deliberately.
Try it as many times as you think necessary.
Then ask youself, and yourself alone, one question...
Does this path have a heart?
If it does, the path is good,
If it doesn't it is of no use."

Bow and farewell.
The winds of change have come.

Surprised Amongst the Waves

One hundred and twenty pairs of eyes,
But only two hearts where given.
At least it was clear to whom they serve
And the night caught joys soaked in smiles.

Yet around one long corner,
Behind the obvious cover of an act,
One could find them...

Embracing the tranquil darkness,
Listening to the cheers and voices
Of so many... so close.

Although too far away to bind in stares,
They were close enough to watch the waves
And all that stood there welcoming the shore.

Soon to become a hideout for the burners,
A forgetful darkness for the troubled,
And a confession space for the sinners...

The surprised corner of the dark waves
Saw more than one mind,
Saw more than just guests,
Saw the nature of truth unmasked...

Soft Warnings (A Note to Myself)

There are places where one must not linger
Despite alluring mysteries that call.
Thrills that should not be wanted
Easily slip through the troubled mind.

Beware of such places, my brothers,
As they know exactly how you wish it to be.
Because they spawn from your inner turmoil,
Or your leashed anger that wishes freedom.

Know your place, but most impotantly,
Know yourself.

And trust only that which you know is rightful.

Changing Times

Times for the changing shades
Bring bearings of new making hows.
The first walk made becomes
A way to use once.

These steps, these stones,
The trail I question...
Nothing seems to satisfy.

Rain on my day

Rain on my day sweet wet disdain.
Troubles of season, troubles of reason.
I ponder... oh I wonder.

Dry salty waves leave traces of faint scent.
It came down this way once... not long ago.
I wonder how it flowed...

Make me a river of blood...
Crimson his eyes were...
His breath could barely be heard...

"Tell me a story, while I fall asleep..."
"Tell me a story, while I fade away..."

Shadow, the dark side of fate

Show me the faith you hold...

What dreams do you mold...

Seemingly without hate...

No shame dares come near...

Away from the flooding fear...

That in your mind you shall not hear...

Now gather your thoughts...

Grab the solid hand of fate...

Its time to grow, Satelite...

Measure the new horizons...

And reason the ways to follow...

Let loose the ego kept inside...

Get on the highway and get ready...

The trip has just began...

Thought By Thought

Listen to the flowing lie
Sleeping soundless by the stream.
It's more than just head-high
It's the one and only mean.
Still, don't let it pass you by
Without knowing your conscience is clean.
So before you even try
Just grant desire to a chosen dream,
And let your wild hopes fly.
Remember sometimes, things are what they seem.

A Trip Not Yet Finished

To whom do I express my sympathy,
If without care to Death I must confess
That once again I wish not die today.
For it is not in my biology
To stop and take the eternal recess
After this long, final act in my play.
So answer to my curiosity,
Before the curtain quickly falls lifeless,
And gently please my sweet disdain away.
Do tell me who would call thee upon me,
For when I return, I shall seek them less.
Keeping my path pure, for that is the way
I must follow into eternity.
Smile, 'cause tonight begins closing thy eyes.

Dragon Dream

Eyes opened, with red new found desire,
The sleeping dragon awakes so slowly
And knows well the message this wind has blown.
The time to rise had come, to bring fire,
To burn the unfaithful, to turn holy
By melting deeply sins within the bone.
Then off he raised above the tallest spire,
Without growing hopes, humble and lowly,
Leaving behind more than just his old throne.
Well focused on becoming then higher
He slithered past gem and coin, but only
'Cause truly he then knew these were his own.
Alone he shall land on the dark mire,
Lonely and ready for what's truly known.

The Flow

Won't stop,
The flow continues.
Thoughts betray,
Angels wither.
Hostile act scar:
Marks for the brave,
Punishement for the penitent,
Rage for the vengenful.
The flow continues.

Smoke Cannot Last Forever

It all rambles on,

Sitting by the fire surrounding,
It doesn't matter how it burns.

(Smoke cannot last forever)

So I welcome warmth in the name of perspective.
But my arm is too numb,
My thoughts have stopped.

Paused trying to mold my world,
Every single one, clouding in shades of black
The simple lack of reason.

Please exhile me,
Exhale it all out...
Exhale the last night out of me...
Exhale all...

There is no reason to do all these,
I choose to make it so when the thought gets loose.
As the flame on the paper that
Consumes the lie of its existance.
The concept of who we are.

Please exhile me,
Exhale it all out...
Exhale the the martyr out of me...
Exhale all...

Run

Run, wind past your eyes,
Say so now,
It's all left behind.
End the charades
Call off the parade.

Break, dream down my sleep,
Follow the rabbit enter.
Feel darkness' embrace, and then
Hear the shadow in the eye...

Drums whisper, drums call,
Awake...
The time has come to show,
Release...
Here it comes, here it comes.

Dream, Fear and Me

Like the blowing wind,
Eternally eroding the surface it touches,
Bitter comes to be the after taste of joy.

Like the unceasing waves,
Repeatingly bashing against the rocks,
What's left behind is nothing
But a foaming memory dripping slowly
Into the ocean's oblivion.

It's then that critical thought does not yield,
And while life carries on,
It locks the inevitable conclusion of my fears
In the front seat to keep me company.

What awkward companion then rides along
With my dreams and me towards this unknown destination.

Bathe Away

Describe the idea, live by it.
Find the path, tred on it.
Do you know which one is yours?
I believe I'm finding mine.
But everytime closer to it I get
Uncertainty steps foward.
There are still things I must find
Places where flowers do no wither,
Treasures of beauty only to my eyes,
Hearts of gold I can hold...
Shine on forever
Shadow your face
Shine on stars of fate

Show me the way...

Imprisonment

Rays of the under light shine upon the wanton darkness that needs of your trusting hands.
I cannot bear the gift that I have been bestowed.
The doors of this tomorrow find me so very disturbed now.
For I am without the cause of all my feelings.
The reason of all my givings.
Break my will, and let it be known.
I cannot hold it in within the stone floor of this cold desolated tower
Any more...

Lonely Knight

"An odd night for the dancing crows,"

The cruel world spoke to the child.

"For no music could ever start,
To ease the rthymn to ease the pain..."

Realising then the young mind did:
The end of the beginning had come in.

But to the absent mind, all was dark.
Everything within the endless dream.

"Yet they wait," continued the silent word.

And the trembling eyes were closed again,
So the end could still not finish.

And the mind still slept ... dreaming.

Introduction

- From the old book -

Nothing to be lost
In the cold nights.
Nothing to gain
In the peaceful heights.

Yet I find it amusing
To walk upon the clouds,
Looking everywhere
For strange new mounds

In which I could hide
From the dreadful past
In an eternal slumber
That would be my last.

There I'll dream of her eyes,
And stare upon the deepness of her look.
And discover how cruel are lies
And how bitter are the pages

in this book.

That Place Where I Was Once

The wind sleeps in the streets,
Blow the shadow off my lone feet.
Incinerated footsteps then show a path.

Solid stone street.
Silent, strange.

Disoriented looks follow every move.
Down every road, down every alley.

If the abandoned walls could speak,
Could they remember the name?
Could they say who was there?
Could another come to hear my name?

Untitled Events

2001

A new sunrise be buried underneath
The last blinding hand that in this long night,
Removed from our plain and simple eyes was.

What beauty then would the horizon show,
What promise would the eternal sky hold,
What vision could then be seen from within,

That may replace the wings of the dreamer,
Illusions of the foolish innocent,
With nothing more than what the heart might give?

Ask we then to those we thought lost when seen:
Where has this shivering absence taken
Those silent hours which forever live?

Then our skin touched by a breeze of sadness
Trembled for no cause but revealing stares,
As no answer was called upon the wind.

Who then was there to justify the end,
Justify this melancholic sorrow,
That gives meaning to the path not explored.

We are the broken pieces of ourselves.
Shattered like a full glass of dreams and hopes.
Ready to take our own chances at fate.

At sunset, destiny will sound quiet
For no flame would light this day's desires.
Soon enough the shadowing tale does end.

And nothing but the vague footsteps behind,
Will prove the journey we've undertaken.
Then we would grief, disappointed at last...

Yet hoping, as we always do.

After Eternity

May 2002

Oceans like sunrise, and nights as journey
The Calling of the shadows does grow weaker.
Withering the essential figure stands,
A lonely image forged in memory,
A replica of the line which once was.
It still stands upright, picturing one dream.

The light morning's shadow ventures forward,
Always away from that sunrise faint scent.
Ever distant of that light air essence.
It gently touches the dark frozen face,
Unfolding the stone truth written in tears.

We are blinded by a mist of chaos,
For what flowed down softly, as without pain,
Through that bent route towards the wild unknown;
Was the careless flight of an empty soul.

The figure still stands, breathing without rest.
For sailing forbidden seas as dreamers,
Is the spawned false truth of one destiny;
The planted spiral thought... in broken eyes.