Blue stricken moon hanging like I still do
In time breathing out loud
But hearing inside
Not a thing
Torrents of the ringing roar
Heard eternally through time
Another list of souls lost
In the fray of the unknown
Listen to the stream outside of thine window
Remember the miracles of life
And be not distracted by the highlights of seemingly obvious lights
There were memories I tried to forget
Through every minute spent with the other
Until late
I am not here
I've been gone
But where...but where?
In another place where lights illuminate in uncanny cliches
A magic unbeknownst to the physical eye
Awake and moving like a ghost through the thick thicket
Mirroring the masters, everything that they've done
I hope to not be forgotten in this time
It is so easy though
Oh' so easy
To forget where one came from first
Adventures of lore with dragon, typhoons and high mountains
Force my mind to forget myself once again
And through the trails lined with blinding yellows
Orange flares that take away all despair
Red that bleeds onto my feet, up my body
Beating me into a submission of pure paralysis
Tonight there are colors that never have been seen by any man
Any child
Any woman
Any land
Tonight, in the deep gloom of the world in blink
I see things that, at first, I never would have believed
To keep these things inside of me
Is like caging the Phoenix and all of its ancient majesty
Passing me on the street
You'd never guess to think
That there is a brick wall bout' to break
Right on the pushing brink
For I am in every passerby, every stranger, every numerical remainder
I lay in the forest surrounded by angels, nymphs and majesty
And lo' I am too naive to believe in God
The uncreating creator
The uncreating un-creator
Creatures of the habit that pass time by working through time
Rippling rips through my skin, passes through my hair
I hear the whisper of a mare, faint yet still fare
Walking through the trees I believe
That there is another way in dignity to be
Not in front of these flashing bulbs
Or fuming with the unimagined, false unknown
Touching a dark spot on a lover's top
Seeing she's there but soon will not be
Already gone away from me, in the eyes and all her beauty
The rats that nibble away at pride, at honor, owning their dishonor
Allows me to run faster
Then any winged' bee
Because there is no second to be wasted
In a world that believes there is
Change is upon our place of reckoning
And God is nowhere to be found
Yet I speak of him often
I find it hard to truly see
Because when the children pass, small and young
I see faces that were once in mine
But the minions of stories unknown but inside
Will soon wash up on every single one's tide
A beach of wishing with sea shells shining
The pressing lake front and all of its lapping grunts
Today I see the faces
Tomorrow perhaps I won't
Today there were the races
Tomorrow I grip my laces
For the day outside of me still rests inside somewhere
As if a received sickness unwanted but still bared
Where guidance is nothing but a trick of the leaders wishes
Electronic flagpoles but nothing more
Then the eyes of the blind mole
Burrowing deeper and deeper into the minds of man
Listening to their holy absolutist plan
And the secret will die when the hands of the master
Grips the throat of all who let them
Yes the secret of the mystery will soon perish with information
Science may reign, like a heavy acid rain, all upon this land
Where to be but cast out to sea?
Among the place that still holds infinite miles of cankerous depths
Where fishes still know how to pray with their fins and their gills
Among the monsters of the deep, they play in pure naturality
Cause' the cause is so strong when it touches bone
Chips away at the guilt which seems to weigh a million pounds
Where the whiskey doesn't taste as good anymore
And age perches itself upon all the young one's shoulders
Like a volcano on the verge of catastrophic smolder
And the heaviness of the heaving hipsters
Grabs wings of music that blast from every corner
Lifting them for moments which feel like forever
But still inside the soul is seething and wheezing
At last the forth coming night has shielded me from the storm
I am feeling what it is called to live in form
But soon
I know
I will get restless and bored
And search for a new
Room and board