Drifting in, drifting out,
Laying in this archway of dawn,
One foot in consciousness, one without,
The mind struggling to distinguish,
What is real, what isn't.
All night, traversing through realms,
Desires, fears, ecstasy, numbness,
Scrambling through the spectrum of visibility.
You were there.
It was springtime again,
The birds heralding the break of day,
And we were back on a field of unbroken promises,
On a trip down memory lane,
Where silence was a stranger,
Where the valleys were uncharted by emptiness.
I have learned to tell myself this isn't real,
I know when morning finally comes,
Darkness will fall.
All paths lead to dead ends,
And you chose the road frequently traveled,
A thorn had stopped me on my tracks,
But when I look up, I am all alone at the crossroads,
I call out and you're out of earshot,
On a path where I'm unwelcome.
And now the sun is setting.
This dream will be over soon.
My eyes open,
It's 12 past 8.
The sun greeting those escaping their slumber.
Both feet on the same side of the archway.
But the lingering darkness still stays,
And the crossroads still remain,
Empty.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
If the sun starts to set out east,
If at the end you feel all beat,
Know this for a fact,
I'll be there.
If the clouds refuse to cry,
If your heartbeat slips a sigh,
Know this for a fact,
I'll be there.
If the stars hide behind the night,
If the dark engulfs your light,
Know this for a fact,
I'll be there.
If the winds break through it's chain,
And all you hold on to is pain,
Know this for a fact,
I'll be there.
I'll be there in the morning,
When you don't want to face the light,
Till I tuck you into bed,
And sing you a lullaby,
When all else whispers back into the sea,
Know this for a fact,
I love you.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
Sahara,
Did you hear the falling rose,
The beating heart that froze,
Did you see the falling fire in the sky.
Did you sleep in a broken home,
As your fear turned into stone,
Did you know the falling rain could turn you blind.
Sahara,
There must be more to life
Sahara,
When will you open your eyes,
Now I'm here, is it time to say goodbye.
Will the children see the sun,
Do they have to hide and run,
Will Mother always smile when she really cries.
Now the ashes paint the day,
And the night turns cold and grey,
Sahara did you walk into the light.
There must be more to life
Sahara,
When will you open your eyes,
Now I'm here, is it time to say goodbye.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
*With folded wings,
I rush to meet the horizon,
The kiss of a ****** sunset,
In the arms of a cold grey sea,
Deep in her winter embrace,
I feel her stone cold heart.
It beats still.
There is the warmth of fiery blood,
Deep inside the icy cave,
Beating, beating still.
Let me whisper in your ear,
The words of the wolf,
That cries alone on a hill far away,
Waiting for his lover to rise,
Waiting for her to sing to him,
The lady of the moon,
Separated by dawn,
United at dusk,
Feel the pain in his heart,
Hear it echo in the silence
Of the sea at night,
When dreams are dreamt with open eyes,
She will call upon the waves,
That gently caress the sands of time.
On intoxicated hills,
Silently he waits,
While she sings to the seas,
While she sings the clouds to sleep,
For her grey eyes to turn to his,
But the clouds grow jealous of their love,
Thunder and lightning light up the night,
The storm embraces the sea in it's *****
And her song can reach him no more,
There's only the roaring waves and the screaming thunder,
And struck by a million volts,
He smiles through the clouds at her,
But her eyes are turned away into the abyss,
And with one last breath,
He cries out to her,
As the lights go dim,
And the noise grows silent,
Silent and still,
She hides under the veil of the cold grey sea,
And in this cage of regrets,
I feel her stone cold heart,
Beating, beating still.*
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
Where did you find her?
I've been looking at the stars for 21 years now,
Do you see me across the meadows
From where we first met?
A summer from when I first held your hand?
Stand with me on this midnight fortress,
Under a canopy of dying stars,
And Nebulae celebrating the birth of light,
But I am bound behind this mirror,
Away from you,
Away from your eyes,
Away from your heart,
While mine beats in isolation,
Just a reflection waiting to be broken,
Mindlessly dancing in a glass cage,
The winds don't touch me in this world,
I feel the solitude of watching the birds
As they move on to newer, colorful flowers,
I long for the rain to wash over me,
For the morning dew to seep into my skin,
Unite with my blood,
Carry a teardrop to my heart,
Across this crystal sea I wait,
For Spring to bring in the sailors,
Swimming in golden waves,
Crash into the hills of sand I made for you,
We'll build our nest over this rock,
Like newly wed birds,
A home for tiny hands and tiny feet,
For sweeter voices,
This unbroken glass stabs my dreams,
I call out your name but I remain,
Unseen, unheard,
Soft wild promises fog up this wall,
There is no clarity,
Blurred images in a different land haunt me,
When you're awake, look at the sky,
Listen to what she says,
The clouds will play our songs
And as the music rises to a crescendo,
The Stars will cry out for an encore,
And for a moment,
The walls disappear, The lines get blurry
And at an instant our dreams collide,
With every whisper,
The shadows holding us back will break,
Silver moonbeams weave our hearts together,
A union of souls,
I am you and you are me,
Fly with me now to the top of the world,
We'll dip our hands in the sea of stars above,
Even as the seconds die out,
And the shadows return us to our worlds,
You'll hear me with every moonlight,
I'll be seen and I'll be heard,
In your heart, in your dreams,
In your soul,
Eternally.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
This is a prelude to a journey,
Across the waters to the Eastern banks,
Where old friends wait to greet me,
I'll await you across the sea.
The winds run their ice hands on my skin,
Resurfacing memories I had imprisoned,
Locked away in my mind,
The cage has been broken into,
Fear is a set of keys that opens my box of nightmares,
Now they run around,
Projecting suppressed images into my mind.
Mind over matter.
Mind over body.
But the mind is free willed,
And when the nightmares begin,
There is no waking up,
There is silence at the end of the line,
When all I need is a whisper,
There is emptiness.
When the fireplace will save me from the ice,
The doors are shut,
And no matter how many bells I ring,
No matter how bruised my knuckles are,
Nobody answers my prayer.
My legs give away beneath me,
Spiraling down,
I plummet face down,
Into a world I was afraid of,
A world of fears,
A world of tears,
The way out is across the sea,
I will await you my love,
Put your ears to my heart,
There is only silence.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Show me an Angel who cannot fall,
I've clipped off my wings,
I've set them on fire,
At the edge of the cliff, life will begin.
I was the King of whispers and silence,
And my Queen, the weaver of dreams,
Revolution brought down my Kingdom,
To a world of nightmares and screams.
A smoke filled, lit up city,
The scenes from the cliff bring pain,
The meadows I played in as a young boy,
The meadows I'll never see again.
I wait for your wise reflection,
I wait for the words in the wind,
My soul has been seduced by fear,
I wait for the Angels to sing.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Why didn't you show me how far I would fall,
I've clipped off my wings,
I've set them on fire,
At the edge of the cliff,
This is the end.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
Dead to the point of no recollection,
Nobody rings the funeral bells,
Disappointed souls peep in through windows
Through golden glass coffins at the gateway of hell.
Rise above the river of darkness,
Feel the vapors of mystical suns,
Hands reach out, you're wanted in the sea,
Pull you under before you can run.
The woods are alive,
Trees and shadows run you down,
Careless screams of homeless serpents,
Shrill, they pierce into your nervous system,
You squint in agony,
There is no point hissing,
They will drown you,
They will choke you,
There is no cry for help.
A pair of twins at the edge of the forest,
A dark spot on the map,
It is forbiden,
Young urchins,
Above the law,
They snuck in playfully at 5 pm on a Saturday evening.
It's Tuesday now,
A bloodied scarf flutters in the wind,
The father, glass maker at the factory,
He plays with the hands of the clock,
Still hopeful even though his heart stabs him,
Count to ten.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
Nine,
Ten.
****** ****** ******
Have you felt the claws of deception tear at your heart?
Her screams ran through the castle,
The brother was already motionless,
Blood sacrifices and pentagrams decorate the wall,
The clock chimes twelve times.
AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH !!
The glass maker sits in his room,
With his masterpiece of golden glass,
His heart skips two beats,
One for the daughter,
One for the son,
He lays them down in the coffin,
Shuts down the transparent cover,
A disappointed soul,
He peeps in through the window,
The twins lie stiff and gray,
Dead to the point of no recollection.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
Soft rhythmic ticking of a mechanical heart,
You scream for silence,
But she ticks on.
You stand still,
Bathing in the winter sun,
Burning in the blinding snow,
Which way do we go?
Which route do we take.
It's a straight shot to the other side from here,
Formless spirits tempt you with dreams.
Break enough rules,
And they will crown you Eagle King,
Soaring above the common man,
In self appointed wings,
You watch everything,
You look down upon the lesser flightless creatures.
Dust covered unopened books fill up the library,
Once a prospering civilization,
They have been reduced to brainwashed moths,
They go where the light takes them.
Watchful eyes cover the walls of this city,
Every movement tracked,
Every voice heard,
Everyone watched.
The night offers the promise of freedom,
Climb the wall and escape,
The world is new,
The world is you.
Three hundred miles away,
Your ****** feet leave a trail,
The vultures are waiting.
Feast your eyes on the magic of a new power,
A golden city with candles afloat,
Sand haired women with velvet dresses
Watch you from across the street,
You're a stranger among them,
Prepare your eyes for the fall of life,
They hold a banquet
To celebrate the meeting of the wolf and man,
It starts to pour as they touch.
Unanswered prayers hum in the air,
Suspended on the strings of doubt,
They have been returned to the sender.
Across the firepit,
Six sick savages mock the fiddler,
The music stops, words are exchanged,
And there's blood.
Six shades of red fluid,
Creeping slowly to fuel the fire that stares.
I've had enough.
I retire to my tent and someone's waiting,
I am the eagle king,
Her red hair paints the sheets red,
My thoughts go back to the six shades
I witnessed moments ago.
There's a murderer on the loose,
I didn't ask for this.
Set off into the night
Towards the temples of the East,
I may find my peace,
In a little corner of the marble city,
Bow down to the idols like sheep in the crowd,
The blade comes swiftly,
I felt no pain.
The sacrifice has been made,
There's no more waiting now,
You'll have your answer in the mail tomorrow.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Good evening,
Welcome to this new segment called,
Sleep eludes me.
The fairies of shut eye haunt me,
Claw at me,
The nightmares don't begin,
Reality turns and heads South,
Down into the depths of uncharted darkness.
The compass points in all directions,
It's broken.
I learnt today,
Dreams are inflammable,
They should come with a warning sign,
Warning, Danger, Wet Floor, Inflammable dreams.
They caught on fire before I could dream them,
Now I sit here helpless,
Eyes red and tearing up.
Sweet sister of death,
Embrace me,
Let me feel the warmth,
Of drifting into a new land every night,
Of meeting new people in a new light,
Of dreams where I'll meet her tonight.
Come here,
Sit with me,
Have I told you I love you?
Smile.
And yet it burns again,
Inflammable fantasies,
Engulfed in a flame of nightmares,
Where are you?
Speak to me,
Guide me with your voice,
This house is going down in flames.
Save me,
Sweet sister of sleep,
Embrace me.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC