Cosmogony
Part III


Astonished,
I wandered through stars in their flight.
Bewildered,
I found a seat made out of gold.
I saw before me the ruler of  Heaven.
I noticed his life,
And praised him,
He showed.

Low-Hanging Tree
Part I


To be lying in the ocean in an everlasting dream.
To be crying out for wonder,
All the more in my belief.
I'll be tossing out my gold,
As that of which I've seen.
I'll be setting for adventure,
And I'll leave my narrow stream.

Stillness. There is no fire causing havoc in the forest.
There is no floodwater to wash away the dirt it rests upon,
Screaming a song. The birds are mellow.
The squirrels are hiding. My back rests against a maple tree.
Imagination is free, but bound by peaceful things.
My thoughts can wander freely, but the woods are dull.
Can you sing me a song? My plots fall flat.
Falling... though an endless void. There is only black.
This mind is useless if my tales are null.
I already drowned the rabbit hole.
Silence. I already egged the nests,
And boulders keep the bears at rest.
They're sleeping. The woods are sleeping. The trees still standing,
And I'm still humming this same old tune.

Lymeria
Part VI


I awaken,
With sand in my eyes.
And wonderment is in my mind.
I've come upon the fabled Lymeria,
And I, for once, am surprised.

The mountains, as told, were shining of gold,
And the oceans were diamonds untold.

The rainbows were vivid with color,
And the forests were vivid with life.

I've come across,
A legend lost,
The twelve islands of Lymeria.

I know that I
Am no longer confined,
And I realize I've now lived my life.

I see the spheres of my own eyes,
And I notice the stars in the sky.
My youth is still timed,
And I eat from the trees,
My purpose has entered my life.

Soon I know, I'll take a flight,
Through the borders of Earth uncharted.
Soon, I know, that I will find,
And idealize the meanings of life.

"I sit inside my home, with thoughts of the leaders' complete rejection. Was the beauty outside our walls only technological trickery? Or is there something more? I smelled the pollen, I felt the sun. The place was beautiful, although nothing is at the moment. The rain begins to pour, and the winds begin to blow faster."


Isonomia
Book IV: Destruction


Destruction of the windblown towers;
The storm has hit,
And twisted hours.
Bringing tears and missing child,

And sandbags flying many miles.

The leaders try to hold it back,
The storm destroyed what they most lacked,
The diamonds of the starving Kydl,
The cave was washing out,
For a while.


In sunlight,
And in debris,
The people rose,
Slowly,
To make a discovery.

The wall was broken down.

Their eyes lay high,
A broken crown.
The gems of Kydl sit around.

The people saw another light,
And saw the leaders were not right.
Isonomia was no more,
And Man's divide,
Therefore, set forth.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part III


Explosions bring death to my slumber,
What I see brings the death of my peace.
With saddened eyes;
I look at flames,
Spreading through fields in the east.

A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part II: Incomplete Civilizations


A sheep must do better than hiding.
The maker is under the weeds.
The seeker does nothing but doubting.
The finder does nothing but read.

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?

Lymeria
Part I


My life has begun,
Like gears under the sun.
I can't wait to find fortune!
Or to be saddened, to stroll or be shunned.

I can't handle the wonder!
I'll live by my truths!
I'll feast upon fruit,
And live out my youth.

Cosmogony
Part I


Entire cities blown through ages,
The people swarm,
In search of pages.
what life was within the garden,
Gnosticism was not pardoned.

I can't say how I'm feeling,
But this feeling isn't right.
I was reminded last time
Why I'm staying home tonight.

My views are contradicting
Their feeling of what's right.
Their words cannot convince me,
As they're failing to provide.

It is with hope,
My words convince you
As I give my reason why.
It is not yours to decide
The outcome of my plight.

Smoke fills the air,
They whisper prayers.
Uninvolved, I stand up tall.
What I was taught are not the laws,
I will stay home all night long.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part VI


Our numbers lessened,
For every step.
And our resources were very sparse.
Will I live to see the Mountain Cross,
And be joyful to walk in the sand?

Then all at once,
The people stopped.
They thought that their eyes had deceived them.

Ahead was the Bridge in the west.

The children ran to play in the sand,
And the people found food,
Not starvation.
They rose and built their cities high,
And danced near their fires at night.

Our ashes washed off in the ocean,
And our tales of light,
Were ever so bright.

Low-Hanging Tree
Part IV



The sun invisible,
Hiding in clouds of blackness.
My footprints unidentified,
Lacking any intactness.
My vision altered by dust,
My body struggling with wind.
My mind circling with ignorance,
My eyes, shadowed, and thin.

A Billion Stories
Book I: The Wreckage
Part II: Make-Believe



I believe in what I see,
No need for blinding fantasies,
My consciousness is clear as ice,
And what I know will not desert me.

What I find, when I go east,
What I hear amidst the years,
When I know I'm at my peaks;
My eyes have faded,
And my mind is not so clear.

Cosmogony
Part IV


I looked at Earth,
The people panicked;
In search of knowledge,
That I've founded.
What I could be,
If they could spot it.
What life might be,
If it was Gnostic.

The air is full of dust.
The chairs are rotting, creaking planks of wood.
The roof can cave in, given the right moment to expose the sun–
The heating sun that beats upon this sickly place.

My family's faces were eaten alive by termites, infesting the photo frames,
And a flicker of the lights puts this sleeping place to bed,
Where it belongs had I the right ideas inside my head.

If I was any wiser I would leave at once without a twist of neck.
I would run away and maybe change my name.
I'd never think of looking back...

Yet here I am unwise. The floor is *******, never rubbed or rinsed,
And populated by more wallpaper than the walls.
From the bathroom leaks a familiar yet appauling smell.

My family's faces were eaten, deceased, by maggots.
My dad drowned in the bathtub, and my brother in the sink.
My mother lifeless on the bed because she was confused for steak.
My uncle always said to me that luxury is for the saved.
As for the rest there is no other place to go,
Because my home is at the grave.

Lymeria
Part V


Towards the sea,
I've done my best,
To build a boat,
And drift in darkness.
I do not know what lies beyond,
Until ashore,
I'll come across.

A Billion Stories
Book I: The Wreckage
Part III: Spirit Sightings



The knife in my hand,
The dreading souls seek;
Vengeance, really is all they plead,
For what I see is heaven's peak;
A knife can't harm a forest.

A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part I: A Billion Minds




A billion years of contradiction,
A billion stars hide in the sky.
A billion miles,
Billion questions,
A billion minds in wrong directions.

Cosmogony
Part II


I lie at home,
My wondrous thinking.
I thought not for what I was feeling.
I saw a light that felt immortal,
And fell into a celestial coil.

Orion
Part II


Beyond my view of comprehension;
The questions of mine,
The eye of the jigsaw.
Above the stars of three demensions;
The blade of a saw,
Man surrounded by awe.
Magical wires
They move as they think.
The People of Grand
May scatter like lead and ink.
The Monsters of Earth
Run away, I won't seek.
For I have not seen the stars of Orion.

Lymeria
Part II


You must think in this way,
And shall think only truth.
You cannot dream at all,
If the Lord has not called.
You must warm by the fires,
And follow our will!
For if you learn to doubt,
You will not see the hills.

Revelations
Part I


I urge for great adventure,
What I learn might be the truth.
I find our deepest treasures.
I know Man's hidden youth.

I speak in different measures,
I plead in different tunes.
I seek despite my pleasures,
I climb the steepest dunes.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part V


In mornings,
There rose globes of fire.
At nights,
Their deaths did not sound.
Every day,
The people decay.
And for every light,
There were souls taking flight.

Adapted to our inventions,
We piece together our puzzlement
To discover the origins of where we stand.

We live without contentment,
We urge to learn,
And light the blackness.

Our footsteps disturb the ancients.
Our machinery expands on their science.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part IV


The light arose,
And the grass had blackened.
All of life has become a wasteland.
All my time, now dust
And ashes.

The searching was restless,
And many tears,
Have landed over the years.

Doctor Monteni,

You see,
What was lost is still earthbound;
We shall form the shaping rounds.
From the caverns, teach the temples,
Lead the cities to the highest stars!

Monteni,
Wash the paintings from the wall,
For they drove the kingdom's fall.

In our machine of winding hands,
Travel through the times beyond
As it is us who'll light the dawn.

The times are dark,
But we have light
Along our hidden stream.

Yet it is the city's heart
I've been invited to set free.

Yes, my dear,
The times are dark.
Need you grant me your leave.
Yet you know I must be gone
To a place beyond our age.

You'll see my paint on
Central halls if I do succeed;
Saddening to watch you fall,
As I step in the machine.

Orion
Part IV


We know what we see,
Once we conclude it.
We hear what we hear
When it reaches our ears.
Unless distorted;
Through a mirror,
We converse.
Our roads will be walked on again,
If we're peers.

Through the lenses we build,
We belittle the fields.

Through the fossils we find,
We belittle our lives...

...And expand on our minds.

Part II: Searching Waters

Upon the floating papers being referenced by the breeze,
Upon the starving creatures in a search for refuge.

In light of coming nature,
Despite the future cold.

Watch her magic on the creatures
To survive as the grow old.

Domesticated angry shouts,
Across to different man.

Manipulated creatures,
Being driven by their hand.

Indoctrinated to follow;
Throw out their creativity.

Kneeling at the altars,
And blessing flightless wings.

What can I do?
What have I seen?
The lessons I've learned fall in line with reality.
Where can I go?
For the gates have been closed.

What can I know?

"I have always been astonished with my city Isonomia. I have never left, nor will I ever wish to leave. I can't think of what my life might be away from this place; as far as I am concerned, all life is contained within our walls."


Isonomia
Book I: Our Fair City


These colors are faded,
But nonetheless the same.
We're part of the human race;
And covet the same face.

My city is wondrous;
Its caverns of gold.
The scrolls of our old.
Its legend retold.

I see the wells of great fortune, 
Enclosed within our walls.
I see the statue of equality,
Virtuous;
And tall.

I notice its wisdom,
I praise its whole truth!
I comment its beauty,
I learn from its youth.

Shameful,
These men who have claimed to be all;
Doubting the beauty of our city!
I hope that these men can all share the same fall,
And hope that they do not have plenty!

Existence,
As seen from our eyes,
As taught to be there.

As taught not to be.

Subject to change,
Unchanged in direction.

In a war against fiction,
And decided in haste.

From where I find,
No Heaven or Deep.
Calling out,
Where are my skies?
Watch the pastor's open doors,
But step into a light much more.

Lightning shatters the temples,
And the prisoners run to the cities.

Enlightenment in the open,
But the leaders call to the rain.

You have wings,
Now learn to fly!
All you've known are your own skies.
Forget the hallowed lands of ash!

Expand your tools,
Above your past.