Seven years I lived my life, fading from reality. Crossing into machinery. Robotics with which I am so unfamiliar. Machined, greased, lubricated parts. Built with a purpose. A meaningless purpose. Destined for failure.

A broken down machine I stand. Sit. Lay. Run. Work. Play. Slide. Cursed and wretched as the demons which haunt the dreams of the fallen. I rise above. Skyrocketing through reason. Through the seventh layer of Heaven and Hell. On a false sense of cloud nine I currently float…awaiting the plummet.

Its falling away from me. I sail through a shattered sea of broken glass. I closed my eyes and the tears could not flow. Blocked by my eyelids, restricting emotion. After all of this, I am amazed. The wall could be broken. Forgotten faded memories of which I have no say.

Of past. Of present. Of gifts. Of futures. Of lists. Lists of black. Hit lists in my head. I live in my head. I am not what I wish. I am what I’m not. I am what I dream. A scream. A cry. Laying here, blank as the page on which I cannot create a scene. A scene behind my eyes, yet I cannot attain it on paper. These words flow meaninglessly, but not slow.

Daedalus, Icarus, Thrice. Three times I roam. Randomized plains of thought, laid out on a digital page. Keys, not a pen. Ones and Zeros, not ink. Screens, not pages. Neat, not sloppy…yet my words do not understand one another… nor do I….

If we make the mainland, this song would not be made. Epic beauty, formed through misfortune and tragedy. Oh son…I beg you…keep a steady wing. For you are the only one who means anything to me. My wings are made of melting, shredding, fading elements. The sun, heating, lighting, someday dying. I understand that nothing is as it may seem. Nor is any seam as true as the seamstress believed. The Gods did not take the only thing which meant anything to you, father of legend. Your son is not dead…only afire. Acquired by the forces you believed to be merciful.

Simplicity is found


within the most
complex of concepts.

The chaos encompassing
the subtle subconscious
is but a delusion,
which was designated
to distract
and disable

Dramatic interpretations
of simple truths
are the most misleading
of our design flaws

The unending flow
of deception
within ourselves
defeats the purpose
we were given
by the One,
who resides outside
our understanding

Take a moment
to relax
and reflect upon
your instincts,
which may be
the voice of reason
inside the screams
of broken logic

Understanding is gifted
to those who venture
outside the laws
of society’s lies

Meaning is found
through a process,
slow and painful

Lessons are learned
inevitably through repetition
of failure
and fault,
which guide us
through the gates
of enlightenment

He is here,


not to be feared,
but embraced

Hide not your face,
from the One
who awaits
your ascension
into the dimension
of kings


Become a martyr
to the cause

Find yourself climbing
above physicality of body,
and mentality of mind,
leaving behind
complexity of concept;


Finding simplicity

You're so far away
and I feel your breath
dance on the hairs on my neck
I just imagine a different life
I can't look past
I can't see beyond
the shadow that's grown
between me and the sun

My mind wanders
in every waking moment
to the things that it finds
on its own when I sleep
I'm lost in a different place
that this place will never be

Uncomfortably numb with everything
so unbiased, to either side of reality
Night and day fade into constant grey
with neither death or life
nor darkness or light
to draw my indifferent gaze

Reality a vine
cut short as it grew
tangents of grapes
each fell a direction its own

revelations of faces
in alternate places
cross stretches of spaces
like speed of light races

time travel acquired
time line expired
time itself, tired
time, into minds, wired

like electrical current
like electrical impulse
like instinctual whims
like sensual sins

Geometric patterns through
waves wash away reality;
the ultimate escape
rhythmic volume pulses cleansing

Grazing the tops of every level
of Heaven's clouds
each time it's created;
the essence of the sound

Before beginnings
and after endings,
I swim through particles and atoms,
by Genesis, surrounded,
entering Exodus,
accepting exile
with manipulated masses

They watch Leviathan
rise from oceans,
forming liquid flowing shadows
that embrace the coming hours
of Revelations that await them

Darling, when was the last time
you reflected on the past
that you shared with me,
or the things that could have been;
the things we never did together,
because we couldn't sacrifice
just the smallest part of our pride?
Our hearts just couldn't connect
on a level that was right
Maybe it was never meant to be,
but maybe time will never tell,
because time will never know
We chose a road we can't backtrack
to create another path, or a lasting smile
I wish to God that time could flow backwards
or in reverse, if only for a while,
so that I could find that fork in the road
way back when, before we fell
into that sickening cycle, into that hell
that we called love, that we called life
Chaos seems to be the only certain thing,
while everything else will cease to be,
becoming lost in twisted memory