It is important to be deeply rooted to spread out the branches in every direction

Existence
Is a tired pill
That I no longer take
It takes me

I'm the sad sad puddle
That you step over
Out of place
Always reflecting about
Reflecting - Never doing
****** by a blank cerulean sky
That once read coulda

Looking back on it,
Even the corpse
That I have yet to become
Is bored to **** with my life.

Just a second ago
I cut my own risks
And watched myself slip around
In a pool of acquiescence

Hello / goodbye
bent on / goodnight
Can't sleep / just cry
My dreams / I die
Don't live / survive
Im losing / the fight
Demons / unite
Take over / my mind
Can't see / I'm blind.
Get in / and drive
Away / behind
we're out / of time
People / they try
They ask / I lie
They hear / they buy
While I / stand by
And whisper / **"I'm fine"

In all environments,
the best friend of survivalists.
On the battlefield or not,
it is quality encased in brass
& can kick your ***,
fast.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part II


A household full of work and sleep,
The children play in the wheat.
I lower my head in the sunset,
How could my life be ever so sweet?

Traveling a rocky shore,
In spite of waves that threaten.

Carried deep into the sea,
Into a lapse of memory.

As darkness pulls my very soul
The deep can't slay my fate.
Lost in all its meaning,
While I see my final day.

Awakened by the truth,
As I stare in much confusion.
Struggling to stand,
And to see through blinding light.

Beckoning me onwards even further
through the ocean,
As I struggle in its wake to see the source of mystic beauty.

I follow to the homelands,
Where the birth of man has happened.
Staring in amazement at the sunken ancient islands.
Enlightened in the truth of life,
My travel has been ended.

Lost
Lost for what seems centuries.
Lost and uncertain.

Can it be that maybe I am free.
Once again on my own, with only my mind and me?
Am I to somehow drowned in my misery.

My soul aches for a purpose, to feel, to live, and to be alive.
I say, to live and be alive because I am nothing close to those two.
Heart beaten black in blue, when will my time be through.

With this ****** beating heart, I shall start over again.
Ill build heaven and call it mine.
I know it'll take time...

If I walk in a sunny park with someone,
I can go there.
If a stranger asks me a direction,
I can go there.
While I’m starting at someone’s eyes,
I can go there.
There is nobody
In that place.
The secret garden
Which sunshine flows.
If we breathe
Grown ****’s sweet smell,
We can go there.
If we listen for
A faint voice,
We can hear it.
More than a flower comes out.
More than a butterfly falls
That faint voice.
The voice says.
“Don’t lose exiting things
In the river of time.”
“Don’t give up what
You have tried to capture!”
There is that place between a word and word
That time can’t reach
Like this garden.
So, In order to listen to the voice,
I’ll go to the secret garden.