Shed thy clothes, thy will, thy thought.
look at yourself and the ones around you,
do you see them? or the veils that hide them?

What are you without your veil?
a fool? a tyrant? a God?

Why do you sit by yourself in the dark?
turn your light on. see yourself.
see yourself before you see others.
but watch for those watching you,
for they worry about the safety of your death.

may it be clean,
the robes they wrap your soul in.
for if thou has dirt or smudges,
you will receive  nothing...
everything.

You cannot hide behind a mask,
behind others, behind yourself.

You are you,
you are no one.

Shining, the beam rose above the tree line,
the house is illuminated into a thin gray silhouette.
as I came over the hill, I noticed the beam was a lighthouse.

Oh what things could this lighthouse be used for?
No sea was near it, no harbor, not even a river.
the beam is:  life
death
eternal
instinct
fear
love
hate
col­or
taste
touch

the beam is nothing at all.
It  is everything.
it is life itself, but,
one who pears into it, will find all their dreams,
all their hopes, wishes,
and all their deepest nightmares come true.

The light offers freedom from the dark abyss of night,
but it also chokes the fear of the unknown.
curiosity takes a dive, and reason out the window.

Where is that light guiding me?
where am I now that i need guidance?
I am nowhere.
I am Everywhere.

A Strange Land



dropping like a feather from a building,
down down down we go.
softly fluttering like an angels wing
down down down we go
through the mystical garden,
down to the fairies we go.

a short thud with everything looking,
big eyes, small eyes, tall and low.
too and fro looming and jeering,
one with a cruel eye, another a green toe,
staring at us, as our courage hardens
‘til finally one of us goes out to meet our suspected foe

The cruel-eyed beast looks on gazing,
through us, above us, like we were aglow,
we gazed on, half worried, but not cowering.
we crept on a few steps, but ducking down low,
we stepped through the passage, into a garden
with tiny little objects frittering under toe

I saw them through my looking glass writhing,
I saw to the vegetation of twisted brush, high and low,
though in the midst of a labyrinth a tower lay looming.
but it lay on its side, as tho it were dropped to below.
the mice talked and walked together in their own jargon,
I watched them go away and down the tiny road

Winding through the labyrinth following the mice intriguingly,
they knew their way well, we can see by the way they go,
then, simply, they disappear among the vine, leaving us gazing,
with our machetes we cut through the vine,
but the mice are nowhere to be found,
oh what a predicament we are in. the maze is vast and flowing

we look up to see the tower, now upright and *****,
as if a chess piece, it looms,
we make our way through the maze by cutting,
but the vine grows back thicker behind us.
we reach the gate of the tower, no turning back,
A gargoyle stands at the foot of the gate.

He glares but, knows we mean no harm,
we walk through the gate to find a winding staircase.
At the top, a vast kingdom of sand and coal,
pierce our our eyes with wisdom.
I look to peers and cannot help but to weep,
the intricacy of the life below, smothered by the bland view from above.

It is a strange land we come across.
nothing is exactly what it seems,
the cruel are the beloved,
the castles so tall above,
the the small beings below,
everything is beautifully grotesque

Consciousness

Water: nutrient of life through stereophonic obstacles, only to be satisfied by truth.

The energy of consciousness: Consciousness around the world only effecting everyone’s affect.
When the world is consumed by fire, only then will the ashes of the picketed walls of consciousness lay in ruin bent down to the last man standing: our own.

“Never judge, lest ye be judged”

Will you be able to stand at the catacombs of wisdom and touch your breath?
To feel the column of air beneath your fingertips?

Yonder lay the cow of death.
Through strobe-light skies we find the lonesome moon pondering the universe that lay beyond it.

The Monsters From Within



I was dreamin you were here
Couldn’t help but shed a tear.
Looking through the darkness of my mind,
I couldn’t help but notice the shadows I did find.
There’s nothin like the shame
Of runnin from the monsters from within,
Too much pain to talk about it,
It’s been too long to forget about it

I can’t find my way around it,
Boring a hole strait through my pocket.
It’s all I can do to hide from myself,
The fear of my reflection only makes it burn,
Only blamin my self for the
Shattered pictures on the wall,
Dreamin about the times we’ve spent together,
All those dreams we’ve entwined forever.

Where are you tonight?
I’m wonderin why I’m sittin here by myself.
To afraid to change it,
So in love I can’t even fake that everythings ok,
If you were here, you could help me escape
The monsters from within,
Tell me now, where have you been?
I’m missin you sweet darlin my one true friend

A Dreamer’s Dream



only Dreamers can dream,
a dream such as mine.
dreaming silly dreams,
like the stars that shine.

pictures and letters,
thoughts through the night,
Won’t you come over,
and see me tonight?

A dreamer’s Dream can only be
a vision of uncertain reality
You can do what you want,
you are finally free

pictures and letters,
thoughts through the night,
Won’t you come over,
and see me tonight?

I can’t take my eyes off you
standing there in the light of the moon
your dress is so perfectly blue
hold onto my hand and step into the room

pictures and letters,
thoughts through the night,
Won’t you come over,
and see me tonight?

Ferrets talking to snails
little white rabbits fluffing their tails
She only speaks in rhythm and rhyme
But i don‘t care because i know she is mine

pictures and letters,
thoughts through the night,
Won’t you come over,
and see me tonight?