Shifting in the dark…
Yet the light is on
Is the dark light?
Or is this light dark?

Words both made by man
These two things are life
Neither has definition
Both are determined by the sun

There is no dark, or life
Only a process of constant space
Turning to the suns who hunger
And this world is meat

Soon enough, drawn within
This fire will soon devour
Not in this time or ours
Perhaps change will tell

Time is just a word as well
For this change is all it is
And our, our time is short
Yet the suns will live on…

They stood in the doorway
Hands twisting and grabbing
Dragged into the hallway
Severed, writhing and bleeding

Blank faces of feeding
Dead paces for eating
Alone, these mazes to freedom
Walls, torn with decay

Struggle, into calling
Dead things,are so hungry
Left to their maws
Everything, will be eaten

The mind, the flesh, this body
A feast, amidst, thrashed limbs
Through flesh, they eat, this life
The soul, the shame, they Ate

Descend into falling
Innocence, of this creature
writhing, tortured and fleeting
Alone, this victim of fortune

Blank faces of feeding
Dead places for eating
Alone, these mazes to freedom
Walls, torn with decay

The mind, the flesh, this body
A feast, amidst, thrashed limbs
Through flesh, they eat, this life
The soul, the shame, they hide

There is no end in sight
This abstract human condition
Contest the mortal abscess
Devoured by deeds of contract

Lets sign our names away and contrast the numbers
In bulk we live this united dream
A mass of controlled withered flesh
Just a product of mass consumption

Within these temples are Gods
Towers amidst the city skies
Basking in the blood of labor
In the wake of progress, life’s sacrifice

Will the sea ever sway to violence?
Or will these limbs continue to serve?
Let’s carry on the voice of the futile
And be subdued in selfish feeding

A life of eternal shelter… A lesser-forgotten son
Wishes of those beloved… A shell buried within
When rain begins to fall… A silhouette will rise
Craving for sacred flesh… A song escapes its lips
A life of immoral sorrow… However the deception
Wishes of those betrayed… For nothing, nothing is sacred
Nothing within this husk… A failure in dreaming
Severed from this reality… A feeling of nothing more

Disintegrate, into waking
This system, reveals itself
Slaves amongst, amongst their fetters
Distorted minds, are controlled

Seek release, release from what is
Lets have the truth, the truth instead
Born a canvas, painted with lies
This can’t be real, what is real?

Never met, this distorted image
It’s awkward, this vision - so different
Now as shade, as shade gives way…
Life’s guarantee, falls away

Death help these limbs and these eyes
Staring into the abyss...
Lifeless and Searching they find
However, they're wasting their time

Filled up the place with the stentch
Willted, this feast of the flies...
In darkness, this plague of mind
A Suffering, so divine...

Life help these limbs and these eyes
Under the veil of the sun...
Fearless and numb they have won
Departed, they left for their son...  

Amongst the absence of stones  
Skincase, shroud of nothing...
In turning, machine of the gods
A vesseled, blistering mass

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Flesh of the earth, open thine eyes
Rotting from birth, filter the lies
Flesh of the earth, a prison inside
All that is left , remains of mankind

Save me, hold me
Please - don't, let me down...

Form me, from me
Alone - this shape of a crow

land me, send me
Soar me, hands turn to wings

See me, near me
Send me - close to the sun

I am the sun, burn these feathers
Where these bones, are all I have left
My life of stars, will now begin
And all the ashes, will rain down ~

Falling down – the earth and the moon
Born again –  an ash layered crown
Still breath - beneath the wheat (a short breeze)
Fly away – a flight in the oak

Content the ponderous architect who smiles
Imagination had more motivations then him
The strings moving life within veins of digress
Each pouring through the dregs of consciousness

The darkness of warmth - I found it still
Moving within were small efforts of living
Like a womb, its safety swallowed me
Trapped without panic - the comfort somehow simmering

Inside were wondrous things and many dreams
where their outside never lived and deceived
In this place of ideas, they all stood with me
Those glorious visions who never find escape

Cast the ocean, a vague sentience
Depths unspoiled reign of limbs

Stir these waters, life's base element
collapse to abyss, this cold, cold weight
in absence of unity, currents dark caress
No light, no thoughts, with such purity

Death is feared by all, by all who live
those who live would say, death is an end

Cast the ocean, a vague sentience
Depths unspoiled reign of limbs

Here they wallow in filth, the dust of their flesh
moving in fettered visions, before a rusted sea
A well of endless waking, this eyeless massive ocean
clustered flesh to flesh, the layers in layers

Death is feared by all, by all who live
those who live would say, death is an end

River of mind - can't think, can't hear
Don't know why, why it's there...

Am I cursed, am I hollow?
Or are you, just as shallow? (just my shadow?)

I can see, I was wrong
And the change, felt near my side

The mirror inside my mind, the window I hide behind
Lurking near my side, a friend of many tears
And through all these scars, these were truthful years
But deep inside of me, I fear this shadow

River of mind, your repeating tones
Such varied colors, expressing lies

Are you certain, you're hurting?
Or are you, just a shadow?

You seem to care, of what I fear
what has happened ~ to this river of mine?

The demons I've swallowed, I taste their filth inside
All the sins I follow ~ like an animal
Lurking near my side, a friend of many years
Through all these scars, these were truthful fears

Ageless eternal, endless divine soul
Needless infernal, shell of my whole

Wasteful demeanor, this humane toll
Scripted existing, money your sold

Watchful learning, boxed head control
teaching yearning, do what your told

Hearing preaching, god what you know?
Missing fearing, my temple cold

on the way down, digging my soul
feeling I'm sold, alone I'm buried
dancing the grave, these bones so weary
On the way up, slave ordinary

Image deception, mask on my soul
Wearing decision, not of our own

Crafted precision, life for a stone
Statue, prison, lies from the throne

Human shifting, truth never known
Living breathing, life over thrown

Serving willing, price of the tame
freedom giving, all threat remains

on the way down, digging my soul
feeling I'm sold, alone I'm buried
dancing the grave, these bones so weary
On the way up, slave ordinar

Kindness is a habit I don't look forward to
and beauty is silence, absolute zero
the end of all time, where all things go
in the spec of decay, a swirl of emptiness
the eventual horizon swallow

Dimensions interwoven
Between the sleep  
Our dreams in collision
Visions of distortion

Destructive its design
This stranger amongst this flesh
Its ever changing shroud
A stranger amongst the living

Clutched around this frame
A contrast barely seen
Some vast unknown aspect
Waves follow the past
There’s another force
An intruder, moving within
In endless suspension
Sleep never comes
Floating the nothing
These dreams never weep

Dimensions interwoven
Between the sleep  
Our dreams in collision
Visions of distortion

Destructive its design
This stranger amongst this flesh
Its ever changing shroud
A stranger amongst the living

You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see

The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die

In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap

You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see

The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die

In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap

Miss you winter, your fall against my earth
The skin I wear, against her body
Your white blanket, a shield of purity
From winter’s breadth, that fresh surest

Missed the winter, where I was young
Felt your sorrow, it stilled my tongue
Now that you're gone, I feel so cold
My body frozen, the ice so clear

To sleep the idle body, where nature sleeps
to drift the absence, to drift obscene
Still remain, shapes in darkness, Shapes of memory
to sleep in idle, the idle body

From soft whispers, comes a gentle breeze
your winds of wisdom, I can't redeem
Those frozen hands, that strip me clean
her ageless journey, is the best of me

I sit alone, in winters mirror
on the edge, in silent tears
like shattered glass, those fragments dear
That winter year, she held me here

***** and buried with these ants
Roaming undiscouraged
this disposition, a plague, an echo
each with purpose, a natural suspect

Dreams of finding, endless perfection
realm devoid, existence
you cast away this boar, like torrents
Stones amidst, broken purity

A hopeless, endeavor, this suffering
Pain is nothing more, than living
Tear away this flesh, the visceral
This naked animal, once, innocent

Lost amongst, scattered memories
Just a blank page, void of allegory
Trampled visions, reaching cautiously
Vague and dying creature, this reflection

Lost amongst, scattered memories
Just a blank page, void of allegory
Trampled visions, reaching cautiously
Vague and dying creature, this reflection