May my pride die in ignorance of all sad facts and lies
may disbelief be conquered in the sight of both my eyes
may secrets give way to wonder in turn becoming truth
may I still dream in winter with the passion of my youth
may I master all my thoughts before they've mastered me
to feel things as they're passing, then in truth I"d finally see

If by way of water I could see you where you sit
I'd take hold of the oars and commandeer a ship
if upon the open air I could hear the tears you cry
I'd leave the earth behind just to seek you in the sky
if beneath the mantle, your love had gone and died
I'd dare to delve the center and open you up wide

The thin man grasps at straws to fill up his own holes
while the old man sleeps to dream, of days he used to know
the straw man wants himself back, from one who's known the void
the small man wants only credit for the things that he's destroyed

You called me to the summit, but I came with arms folded
unwilling to be bent, for in turn I would be molded
into things I'd not repent, so lest I be scolded
I came, and then went

She disregards regard for all those simple things he sees
he redundantly drones on about the things they'll never be
she stares out at the world wondering where it's been so long
he looks inside himself to see where everything went wrong
she wished he would get better for the better part of years
he who only stood there sinking, in a sea of all his fears
she gave all she was willing still nothing made him whole
he left too little took too much, her body mind and soul

I feel myself slip and it's agonizing like cancer
I've lost you in slow motion
held too tight a grip and you're put off by the notion
that we share in the fault or reap all the seeds and start clean
for the days where we flourished go unwanted or unseen
still I feel the words you think in the softness of your breath
they catch in my throat at night when you sleep I dont find rest
but play my guitar for a girl who likes all the sounds
though time unkind sees us both displaced yet still around
I serenade only laments 'cause I'm weak in my stance
and I've spent all but a bit of myself just for a chance
to see your flaws as openly as you would have me see my own
enough bloods been let, yet the daggers in your eyes cut to the bone

Dip your dark quill into a vast ink
draw forth anomalies to make me think
drink in the night just to spew it back
in a shape unfathomed by those that lack
those eyes which see and know to burn
and bring form to lessons aptly learned
come the dawn I'll wonder at deep words
if your voice in the dark was truly heard

make a tithe of your body and I'll hold it in place
make a lie of your smile and I'll smile at your face
make an ounce of sweat, equal gallons of blood
make a mirror of my being, now I'm not who I was
make a whisper that echoes as my silence is still
make patterns of the chaos, or if you want, I will
make a trance that I'll live in, if I wake you can cry
make a box for misgivings, then I'll give you the sky

a stumbling drunken stupor through the alleys of my mind
alone is what I chose, alone I'll watch the time
a starving sense of hunger as the pains of tooth take hold
alone I had been born, alone I will grow old
a slow lament for old ways as madness takes my hand
alone is where I live, alone is who I am

If your absence burned my stomach like your eyes do
then I'd take you back and beg you not to go
it feels so tragic trying to live the way that you do
each day spent forgetting wishes that I know
now it hurts just keeping busy like your hands do
and it scars my mind to dream of what's unreal
but I still cant kiss off pain the way your lips do
so I'll just leave it there for someone else to feel

She couldn't understand why I cried
when she said "wise beyond your years"
but the ones who comprehend have died
and I'm never understood by those still here

I hope you ******* choke on all the words you spoke as lies
a sarcastic little joke too stuck on blowing smoke to act surprised

I hear crows calls in morning
though hard I am of waking
it is wisdom in their whispers
and the fear we have of breaking
I feel little more than nothing
and the shifting of the sands
for there is solace in the silence
and the winter of your hands
we climbed a secret mountain
in hopes of stealing strength
for each to covet as their own
and begrudgingly give thanks
I hear crow calls in morning
and the dew soaks my head
there I wake up bewildered
by what truth they have said

In pools as black as midnights gaze
I lost myself to fervent haze
a lady no, but through and through
ensnared was I in eyes of blue
she was fond of broken things
and I in search of words to sing
met her there upon the edge
of what is known and what is said
we as one to dance and play
at things that only grownups say
til time and life and all it seems
would overshadow childish dreams

My eyes tell the stories my lips dare not speak
of uncertainty and doubt, but perception is weak
my face hides in smiles and the world in jest
but in truth, many burdens lay heavy on my chest
my love is just a shadow, reflected as if by glass
for it like all that lives, if given time will pass
my blood goes on in children, so the future is bright
I will wade through this pit, to see them alright

I only hope to die slowly
shades of my former self
gathered around
smiling at time while it's
shifting before them
knowing that once lived
is better than gone

My name last uttered by stoic soldier pines
they watched me devoured from under lines
my breath last coaxed by a lady all in white
of beauty she would boast and toast my sight
my head last held by a willingness to burn
eyes closed slightly I could not discern, the lessons
I held tightly from the ones I truly learned

Larvae burrow into the eyes of children but it's just part of his plan
if true hell is reserved for my kind where is it we now stand
divine beauty is cited while misery is conveniently excused
when making a case for your loving creator these words I choose
brother murders brother while both claim the blood of Abraham
yet the very worst of all his children is this thing that I am
a doubter, my questions unanswered and still I have many more
why should using god given reason be the thing he most abhors
the most vile part of this whole facade wrapped up in angel song
that mans limitless depravity, with god at his back is no longer wrong

The strong scent of the old gods still lingers here
they were many in the forests and the rivers clear
their spirits once held power we could not contain
now they're hardly more than shadows in mans domain
we conquered every corner in hopes we would thrive
though you see, without the wilds we can hardly survive

Eyes to the skies and mantra repeating
this is the time that I see it all clear
hands on the grass heart steady beating
hardly believing the days led to here
the moon slowly croons head in her keeping
this is the air that I presently breathe
I realize now that I've always been sleeping
nature content in it's beauty to wreathe  
light of the night disturbing my slumber
in a way only magic of the eve really can
seeing the world in deep shades of umber
I live in the present in love with the land

The words of broken hearted cherubs who've lost the want and will to live
fill these halls with sounds of sorrow, as if sad's the only song there is

If your heart devoid of dogmas rests upon your will alone
yours is life it stands to reason yet you're more than bones
if your soul holds all the answers seek no master let them go
yours is love and human longing so spirit you shall know
if your mind is set on helping it matters not what you believe
yours are hands with aim behind them allow them to achieve
and if your body holds the wisdom do not see yourself as vexed
yours is sleep in need of dreaming, dream this world before the next

There is a stillness here
though I would not say it's calm
there are only quiet things
and the beating of my heart
tiny little changes
and the turning of the clock
monochrome dreaming
and the repeating of routine
there is a stillness here
though it's not the kind I dreamt

why do atoms look like galaxies
why do all shapes repeat
why do straight lines carry things
do infinities ends truly meet
what if there are no beginnings
what if the spiral is known
what if the edge of our something
is just meeting itself all alone
where are the wakeful dreamers
where will their questions fall
is this universe boundless
or simply a beautiful wall

Realign my spine with beauty
truly break apart my walls
fall in love with my unruly
stance about the world all
drink in these, my lonely patterns
and scatter light as if by will
so things we made might carry after
lest you forget, to love me still

Take a step back to see it all clearly
you deserve observation and reflections on life
then take a step forward when the time becomes right
close your eyes only when your body needs sleeping
for all the world passes right by every night
wake in the morning and review what you've witnessed
smile at the wonder and dreams within sight
though sometimes in life there will be no one around you
then stories and memories will be all that you see
so spend your youth wisely that none could forget you
may your wishes be granted and your spirit be free
take time alone and create what you will
but never forget to find those that love you
give them what's due and even more still
think long on the many directions before you
take many lessons from the words others say
but take them only as far as they'll get you
a baby right now is an elder one day

Rain in moonlight harvest bright
wane at midnight fog and light
bent reflection comes in waves
spent directions hang in space
hide in shade lightning flashed
cried the glade for fire and ash
see the fir and sleeping pines
trees that were in blackened lines

Twist in remorse but dont endorse change
kiss all my sores then make more of the same
smile at my face then replace all your teeth
guile's not your strength I see fangs underneath
shout with your voice make a choice to conceal
out are the words but unheard is what you feel
the one, together forever we've made what we are
the sun's my attention not to mention...it's only a star

Layer upon layer and these lines in the sand
form the little mirror we hold in our hands
facet upon facet we're unsure of its price
wade through the water to skate on thin ice
season upon season we change with the years
the shoreline keeps moving but I'm still right here
whisper upon whisper you will give your all soon
a meandering river that wanes like the moon
trial upon trial but the waves bring me home
will I see you there waiting or still be alone

I entertain the possibility that nothing's what I know
and watch my culpability in the seeds that I sow
I am letting go everything contained within a name
if I've taught you anything one day you'll do the same
to stand among the stillness as peaks do fall and rise
it's only just the willingness to see with all your eyes
you know you're made of strings and tiny bits of star
you dream of many things but none of these you are
the mind appears a single thread, yet aware of ourselves
it's an illusion based in synergy the deeper one delves

If these moments turned to hours before my eyes could blink
would I spend my precious time concerned what others think?
and if the months just spanned the years before I could forget
would I place more import on fears than life lived with regret?
then if this life just becomes death with no meaning left to find
should I let doubt become my focus and the captor of my mind?

Crushed by the perplexity of Chronos transparent
Awakened to destiny Ananke, forever adherent
the Titans birthed the Gods without peripheral vision
who against the odds, would free the cycle from its own attrition

Why does god hide in allegory when his creations need him most
and yet comes hands out with stories when collections need a host

With motley colors unbroken you rearrange
until words plain spoken grow and change
unbent by convention unbowed by kings
reinvent a connection with all living things
watch on the sidelines or stand up to shout
following guidelines is not what it's about
own the voice that sprouts from your lungs
it reverberates a choice from the center of one

My melancholy temperament left the stench of death
upon my lovers hands and all the places that we went

You come across as whiny at the times you choose to speak
so gather up your spine before they see that you are weak
you have made yourself a martyr for sake of envious malign
I smile 'cause you believe the things you've conjured in your mind
these shallow thoughts build character in the view of you and yours
so to stroke your mighty ego til it becomes what you abhor
then if your mind is still aware please take heed before you hide
or you'll just become an empty box where pettiness resides

Sometimes I miss the mark, yet at others aim is true
the tinder takes the spark, I only slightly misconstrue
at times I'm fully broken and it may not translate well
but when the word's perfectly spoken I fall under a spell
then begins the out pour, at first glance it's from my mind
though inspiration opens doors, to the words I'd never find

In the dark of the nighttime, papyrus well lit
these embers of imagination are bright where I sit
by spark of the dreamer whose words I read
dead for many ages yet renewed is the seed
planted in the fertile reaches of my mind
wisdom handed down for posterity to find
I hear plainly these voices, deep as they are sage
and thirst for the knowledge contained in the page

I dream of breathing deeply, without any aid or skill
my mind was born sleeping, surrounded by the still
this body's just an anchor, to the world and all I know
it ties me to the precipice, where I think of letting go
in spirit I soar freely, though these words weigh me down
where I organize entropy, to keep my feet on the ground

Stark white was the fir in its blanket of snow
worn down was the deer that hunger laid low
gone were the green things clover and all  
buried by the dampness of frigid snow fall
harsh became the forest as vast as the sky
leaving whitetail for miles to do nothing but die

This skin is thicker for having been hurt
my body heals quicker from pain of words
our eyes see clearer when opened wide
keeping enemies near, to hear their side
I can learn of myself from those I despise
we must walk many paths to become wise

Now I'll live separate and must learn to lie still
the days all drone on, yet I've no time to mend
I gather some semblance of what once was my will
and I use it to journey toward the light at the end

Corpses grind forgotten bones
to realign them all with homes
empty whispers in hollow ears
that funnel wind all through the years
a life of listening is wasted time
blind your eyes and close your mind

These memories echo in shades of perfection,
of which I'd know little, if you were still here

I've grown a little tired from all this making you sick
so how about you call it freedom and I'll call it quits

Work rider wait the storm
comfort finder play the norm
break labor earn your pay
take pressure stagnant stay
dig in worker riches find
deep lurker work the mine
for others reap a sweet reward
vaults that keep and treasures hoard

Do you think Van Gogh lost his ear because he couldn't stand criticism
do you believe Beethoven became deaf cause he couldn't handle cynicism
do you truly believe art is unable to transcend our silly likes and follows      then bury your head once more poor soul and in ignorant misery wallow

Those neolithic whispers echo even now,
ingenuity prevailing, propensity resounds

It's true liberal antics tend to make me sick
although I tire of conservatives just as quick
if a person's truly honest I do believe they'll find
an individual belief system is not so easy to define
thoughts tend to waver and wander through the head
and are not easily painted in deep blue or fiery red
so hold the flag your father raised in the throes of youth
but grow to be a wiser man, look beyond them both
to know the truth

Taking in this poison has become our daily lives
we're so caught up in living, we've forgotten to survive