The road wanderers take is beautiful
There is a dirt path through a shaded wood
The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves
Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light
The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes
My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves
The soundtrack of the wild
Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time
There is no knowledge to be known
Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed
The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown
Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground
This is no time for lonely feelings
It is time for dance and revolution
We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time
Is it real?
The ever waking vision of the world around us?
We are the decision makers as we travel onward
Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
The road wanderers take is beautiful
There is a dirt path through a shaded wood
The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves
Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light
The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes
My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves
The soundtrack of the wild
Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time
There is no knowledge to be known
Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed
The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown
Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground
This is no time for lonely feelings
It is time for dance and revolution
We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time
Is it real?
The ever waking vision of the world around us?
We are the decision makers as we travel onward
Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC
The road wanderers take is beautiful
There is a dirt path through a shaded wood
The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves
Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light
The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes
My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves
The soundtrack of the wild
Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time
There is no knowledge to be known
Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed
The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown
Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground
This is no time for lonely feelings
It is time for dance and revolution
We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time
Is it real?
The ever waking vision of the world around us?
We are the decision makers as we travel onward
Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC
Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light
My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while
My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets
And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse
Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore
You will never see their faces anymore.
And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks
Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:22 AM UTC
Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light
My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while
My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets
And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse
Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore
You will never see their faces anymore.
And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks
Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light
My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while
My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets
And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse
Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore
You will never see their faces anymore.
And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks
Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
I've questioned myself insane
I've questioned myself eccentric
There is no explanation for this untimely calling to the wild
The trees call my name,
My soul, to the heart of the forest
Where awaits a form of life
Eyes miles deep
I travel, like a missing puzzle piece
I unravel, soaking in the moisture through my hands
This space I occupy is now dry
But yet, we flower like the sun
Two shapeless forms,
Traveling through each others eyes
This is the great migration
Souls leaping from one form to the other
I have escaped my skin
Now I run like deer being pushed by the wind
I am an old creation
My kind does not exist anymore
Heavy eyes laden with gold
I ponder this situation
I will not go
I'll wait for my brothers to return through time
So we can finish the dance of old
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
There's a man who lives in hell
All his life, he's been there
He walks and stalks like a brighter day
But he's stuck in those memories that never fade
All alone, he watched us grow
From strangers, to lovers, to everyone you know
He kept a secret, never told
A secret so wretched, it stole his soul
This man is broken, inside and out
His face is weary from all those traveling hours
He sits quietly, never speaking a word
Holding this secret inside his world
A breath is drawn and then let go
What is his secret?
You'll never know
For he is wise beyond his years
He's traveled many miles to be right here
He sits aside the drifting sea
Of faces and souls that have company
But here he is, alone and cold
Keeping his secret, never to be told
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC
If there is ever one day that the stars will align in their disarray
I'll cry, hope, and whisper to the ground beneath me
To take me under, six feet deep
This is the dreaming hour
The time when they are out
The sweeping voices of river sheets
And the creaking of the tree towers
Floors of forests call beneath
The leaves and pictures like pacing feet
Stuck between the lines
In my dank dark hole
I flicker the fingers
Like a flame growing cold
This warm embrace the air supplies
Is a remedy I've learned to escape
my mind
This world is a dream
Stuck in the seams
Bursting into oblivion
Into hell fire
I am ice
Eyes like tumbleweed
Staring away into this world you can't see
Muddy waters and dandelions
This mountain is old
And I can hear his wisdom
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 4:05 PM UTC
The elephant is my religion
I am the elephant
A swarm of magic locusts
Flittering into the sunset
A maggots breath of hope
This pact is my priority
Sworn into secrecy to a spirit within myself
Two thoughts becoming one
Like a fairy on slippers of purity
Humanity, a cycle of insanity
Can we overcome the cotton candy
Mystery of mountains in the trees?
An elvish land of history
Like heat upon the leaves
Dilate the sight to see
A cringing demon of flowers and seeds
And bullfrog dances in circles round
A night in the forest
My night on the town.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 3:54 PM UTC