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.