Pale blue gray

colored her eyes

As a soft feeling

starts coming back again

But like with

every rule

Of this, the longest of roads to

travel

It can never, completely

bring back

that lost

loving feelin'

Oh,

That would just be another left

and let to cross over

that one, forbidden

white line

But don't you want that revenge

on getting even with that

warning sign?

as here it comes again to not better

your remaining

days

And tie you once again to that

Boxcar laden, one way track

that disallows you

from ever coming back

Or

to feel...

and only leaves you to try and steal



This, the bunting red

that you will try to pretend

is what you can never

really see



Ooh. that true color of

that everlasting love

that can no longer

help you up

or set you free...

Lost wintry morning on a summers day

He awaits, Dark spectre hides his face from the burning sun.

His gaze, as if that of sightless eyes of a mindless child;

He stands atop ancient fortress, above stormy seas, unable to play.



Under arms below sadistic tower,

In this the castle of the olden one;

We've come so far to deliver all

From decadences' remains of our waste land Kingdom.

Now it seems to no end,

As mine eyes beheld the power,

I knew by Evil we would fall.



Beginning of end of journey,

All blackened across the paths

As expectation of liberation

Becomes expiration, cancellation.

Our strength no better than the sands which blow

Evermore against these walls.



Looking toward violent rays,

Burning as the Dark one casts his shadow

Over me.

Laughing, to live once more I embrace

The blackness of sin I see.



Pagan dreams-are false meanings-

The Master believes me just another fool.

Cold desire-is true meaning-

Through different shades of a fragile mind,

I walked across the barriers beyond which

No mortal ever came.



Doomed child, Blessed siege

(****** enigma) takes his life

As he calls out, the last, my name.

All life fear of fear

Never warning

Waiting ashore for what seas bring

Waves pull and

You fall under

Lost, engulfed, forgotten.



Endless night

Within this blackened land

A Kingdom of forever hypocrisy

And mass depression



No growing conspiracy

Bringer Of Dreams Unhappy

Commands what will be



See black, all clear

Anger, misery

Distribute pain to thee

As all shudder

With prayers unanswered

Fantasize for land of the free



Decision-changed-uncertainty

Wishfulness-now-hopelessness



His words-echoes of eternity-

If you dare to hear them:

Endlessly you shall

Lie in dementia.

Lastly you shall

Die in hysteria.

Glimpse the high ground

as it washes over you

in a flood of despair and self loathing.



Watch as it comes time to plea

for your life, for your own self pity

to pour forth from those around you as it does

from you almost constantly.



Hear them jeer and moan

as they dance the merry less dance

of your untimely death yet to come by non-humble ways and means.



What to do, what to do?

What remains to be done now?

Simply wash it all away

with your hopes and dreams sent where they may.



For within these, your last days,

engulfed shall become those things which might of tried and saved you

with a type of lack less luster you shall never again make shine.

Flames of computer lights

Warm the children's eyes they see.

Their religion is Technology,

But what truth lies behind their screams?



Glimpses of the future,

Children of fire with minds of steel

Free thinking not allowed,

Microchip logic can't feel.

DARK DAYS

Created from past life

SHOW THE WAY.



Is this the end for seen?

One world Government-Imperfection-

Oh, what does it mean?

Metal hands held ready for population termination.

DARK DAYS

Where machines control

WHAT YOU SAY.



Time to take a stand,

Got to change what will be.

Take a stand and see

The truth behind illicit function.

Emotion is the key

To reach through the lost memory.



Matter over mind,

This the future we brought to be.

The law -programmed rights and wrongs-

Robotic truth is all there can be.

DARK DAYS

Chained by knowledge

IS OUR PRICE TO PAY.



Erratic surveys follow you farther,

Leaves little time.

Holding on for the call,

Computer printouts read: END OF LINE :

DARK DAYS

Another victim always awaits.

ON AND ON THE GAME PLAYS.



DARK DAYS

Time after Time.

There they rise, built on pain and misery,

Power house looming high, quite a sight to see.

Echoes of the past, screams of yesterday,

Watch Doom pass, too close, all die in its way.

Family standing tall,

Devils Evil calls;

Spread his word to all,

Or cursed you shall fall.



Madness marches forth in sin;

Nightmares come-again begin-

Worship, the blood flows for the glory of His name.

Usher, none who so called can ever be the same.

Denied destiny, non-submission by two,

False witness against what heir should do.

Now it has come to release,

End the blood line, time souls rest in peace.



HOUSE OF USHER

Lives on in stone.

HOUSE OF USHER

Its Evil secrets unknown.

HOUSE OF USHER

Won't fall till its rule

IS COMPLETE.



Penance for vicious crimes taunt and destroy the mind.

Senses burn inside on fire-a victim of time-

Too many weaknesses, the force is too strong.

It's a losing battle; none escape punishment of the wrong

Help, outsider tries.

Cracks can't break family ties.

Realizing the truth from the lies,

The curse fades but never dies.



Final screams, one is dead, the last is hunted.

No one will be left with dreams which are haunted.

Watch, the Devils house crumbles down.

To this day no trace can be found.

The stranger stands,

Alone looks out across the land;

The tale must be told

So none here after, the new age

Must never repeat the old.



HOUSE OF USHER

Its memory lingers alone.

HOUSE OF USHER

Its Evil secrets known.

HOUSE OF USHER

It’s moral

IS COMPLETE.

A lost, a shattered, unsuspecting one

I was so alone

One summers night

A victim of her touch

A victim of her fire

She gave me no warning

But who was she?

Lost in a dream:

The wild wind was calling

My soul forever falling

I needed a love

So strong to hold me

So pure, like a lonesome dove-

Forever understanding



"I wanted her to take away the hurt

I wanted to hold her

I wanted to breath her

I wanted her scent to fill me

I wanted to look in her eyes

And know my reason for living..."



But what's left when it's gone?

A pain inside

I remember how it used to be

Holding the traces of memories-

It's only a step away

An empty page where there's no tomorrow

I feel the hands of sorrow:

Feels like twenty five days from home

A realization of not believing I'm alone.

Twisted eyes of oak and ivory

Clanging, rusting gears of old, wily whispers

Hear the whimpering window drops

Across sadistic crossed circuits

Within an unwavering edifice to edify

In a masked evanescent parade.

Why must I watch?

Why must we learn?



Just another face in the crowd

Staring with ageless eyes

Among sheltered innocents

Walking within shadows

Driven by no desire

Where echoes of different

Times resound.

Looking for memories of yesterdays

Left unfound.



Stagnate in the suffocating silence

I, emotional exile

I, fugitive from freedom

Against image defined.

They, surrendered to mediocrity

They, shed the age old scent of our commonness

For machine refined.



Shocked reality

Mocked integrity

The wheels of industry ground.

Bold repressiveness shut out lives.

Opinions bent toward standard waves

Bleaching out divergent shades.

To fall out of use-

Too much allowed is the end of you

By excused abuse.



Vague ideals

Within profound direction.

Systematic spontaneity.

Weakened, weary prey

Synchronized in their play;

Immersed in the cause

All sacrificed inner needs

In collective reality

Collective response.

Into the night so far from home

Traveling these barren plains

Always searching for a dream

Lost and never found.

You know one day you must succeed

But still you're never close enough

To touch the distance.



I can feel you there

Close to the goal I move away.

I can hear you calling

For sanctuary in the cold

But my reasons won't let me care

And with your pain I've had to suffer.



Rest now, you don't need to fear the darkness.

I'm here for you now, but don't stand in the light

Or you'll see what I know and find true meaning.

Then if you listen closely you might here them too,

Past memories screaming .

To remember, remember.



Don't listen-I am your master-

Don't believe-the lies you see-

Don't turn away-just keep feeding me lines

And let me learn to reach out to you

From behind my video screens.



Over, over-It's too late to change me-

Man/Machine-can't seem to remember

Which came first-leave it the way it must be-

I will survive-I live too-

And you will learn to accept

MASTER CONTROL



I'm not your slave!

You can't turn my emotions on and off!

-MY MIND IS REAL-

I can feel it's time, the rights subside

I am future, a new danger...danger...danger...

Salvation bleeds its last hopes

Upon make believe plains of earth

Selfish lies fading the light from within;

Places turn around the one's lost here

Forming ever changing worlds:

A white rabbit on his way.

A wandering child going on to nowhere.

A brooding sky.

A forest of watching eyes.

I saw these as I crossed over into here

Then formed illusions of my own:

A towering castle below silver mountains.

A labyrinth, at its center a strange world all its own.

A cold season.

A curse spelled land.

I searched along the riddles to find what I didn't know I was looking for

And came to a burning sky

Above an acid sea

And saw

The exiting doorway

hanging solitaire

between.

Painful sorrows

which dig within her, and I and us...

In savage reverence to just how much "fools" we are

to destroy what is good,

to intimidate what is meaningful;

to devastate one who comes just to save us and better our days,

while enlightening our shadowed lives.

Must we watch?

Must we relive this death?

It is to be what we must do,

and see,

and watch,

and hear, and feel...

as it comes around again

this...

this death of ourselves.

A victims needs

becomes the same

as everything that I want



In this invisible room

sending certain signals

I've been crucified until this

the very end



Without anymore ways

or means



As the heavy weights

come to last longer

And I only never

become any stronger

Living with the lies and the fears

all alone



But does anyone really know

the trouble I have seen?



Juried

only never allowed

as you pick this poor souls

bones clean



-Like a descending-

My life's on the ground

like someone's empty wish

left unfound

and drowned



As in this place I call home

becomes to me as being like

nothingness

And Angels stand

in the corners

spreading symbols



Does anyone see them?

or is it just me

looking for thoughts

in my head

As to why and for the meanings

of what's being lost

and what's being said?



A happy face

in an unhappy man

I'm just another ruined

life

without an unfinished mission



But can I bare

this cross

As I'm still going 'round and 'round

still searching for

something



I'm only left unsatisfied

just trying

to survive



With a grain of salt

and ignorance towards what I see

and what I feel

In an unfamiliar world

not of the plan...

Blowing constantly these winds of change which call the names

He whispers, "One day...

you belong to me..."

No escape to the pain

"You won't feel the hurt," he soothes

"won't need the destruction"





Earthly rumbles

And a warring for the heavens begins

"This was my life" all try, all cry

"And now this is your fate" he laughs

As we're left with nothing left to say



Bearing the heavy loads



Which only bind us harder...

The wolf still lives...

Though the flint cuts through his flesh

Slicing its way down and across along its way.

The howls do NOT come, for he knows they are fools

Look how content they seem-how lulled they feel

As, even now, they lack the realization of his true strength

And how easily he could strike them ALL down

The wolf still lives…

Though they dig away at his skin and muscle

Yet they shall NEVER reach his soul.

He waits patiently, biding his time, eager to tear them down

Quietly he watches them without looking;

Remembering how they had made their plans and gone on their hunt.

They had set their traps, sunk their hooks and tolled their lines

But their catch is not done with its fight.

The wolf still lives…

Yea, hear the slow beating of his heart as, yes, it still beats

There within his power it watches for the time that is right.

They continue to cut down, deeper they go-his blood flowing redder

Somehow he lays still, calm.

His rage contained like a frozen sun set to rise any moment-

It sets itself on the ready, loose and steady for what will be.

The wolf still lives…

They hunted him well, used means less than honorable

Lies and deceit made them feel the stronger-yet, they remain weak.

The time spent was long, painful, degrading.

They cared not by what means they accomplished their deed.

Their acts shall now be punished!

Yes! Yes! The wolf still lives!

Even as now his flesh and bone die before them

He knows they shall NOT be sustained by their eating of his body

As he rises, rises above them to tower over their belittled selves

For triumphant he knows he shall be over them now

As knowledge of their actions abominates their lives down to nothing

And his righteous soul lights itself to the world as a victim, a restrainer of his rage,

A martyred, misunderstood gift…

The wolf still lives…

Forever now in humbled Glory.

Feeling the wanting need

for revelations;

A drowning desire

opposed to the temptations

that saves us and protects us within its religious and non-vicious,

righteous remindings of home.

Carving, painting, striving against the grain-

that which lies within the wood,

that which calls from within and against us

to let stay misunderstood

these, the mysteries,

the salvations, the psalms

and prophetic verses

which try,

try to guide us,

to divinity.