Dreams may carry off your existence
As leaves playing a symphony for the remissive
Spiral shadows dancing lonely
with dear Moon

O' Love of my desire
taken sweetly by the tune
Too soon, too soon

On this day dreams may fly
with blackbirds to their
true graves

Our way of being
Our way of life
Gave way to the power of sunlight

Thus spoke the Sun and the Moon

We are simple bone,
tobacco in lung and
chin bone
there's this theory
that a man
sits high, in a golden throne
well above us

We crack knuckles
bruised from brawls and
caked with the earth's mud
yet, no matter the stake
this almighty, sits in his throne
Does he weep for the lost?

I think not

He created us as matter of fact
with clay and sun, and indeed
with wisdom
bestowed upon even the ignorant
None understand, and it is the great
feral sin

Man is nothing you see,
you are nothing
we are the beast
the tales late at night
your mothers warned you of
the ones your fathers left late
at night to slay

we are the monsters
smile for this fact

for being the beast
gives you the reason to
smile

Why oh why
Won't it flow
my ambitions
always give in
too the show

the great stage
of losing battles
rivers of stone
the stars sing
sad songs for you

Whistle along
dear ambition
forgive them all
for they knew
they were not wrong

cable cars dreaming
of unattached freedom
too see what lies beyond
the simple pavement
dare for that dream

sweet ambition
shot through the heart
and dying ever so
slowly
rockets failed to reach stratosphere

Why oh why
Won't it flow
my ambitions
always give in
too the show

It's early morning time spring is blooming
as do our bodies
It's evening time the moon is shining
as do our fire time stories
Quelling the evil that lurks deep in our bosoms
to keep it from the Rise

We often forget, that first mistake
The heartbeat starts small in the chest
pulsating with the rhythm of the wind
We are invincible until catastrophe
Until the cacophony of the heartbeat
Will Rise maddeningly into the throat

It's in these small moments of demise
that our bodies ache to be ethereally eternal
When the blood cloaks our eyes into
the everlasting abyss that once we came
screaming out of, that we slowly
Rise back into

We may not last; our legacies may neither
Just do one thing for me
Remember to eat your grapefruit
for the bitter can taste sweet
After bitter time spent
Perhaps you can rest easy

My heart is homeless on the paved streets of man, the screaming machines and metal birds that never die. All the noise, no beats, no rhythm just the noise, that continually toils, swirls in my mind.

Then I finally find it, the great wood the ocean of tree, life, and more importantly of music. Such sweetening tones, all coherent and vibrant and also so sad. For this sanctuary is being eaten alive by the metal beasts built by flesh and blood to destroy the peaceful.

Man is my worst lover, no tenderness, no love. Selfish until the end, and the end is nigh. For many wish to return to the almighty wood and never speak of the metal beasts again.