seek the truth
and see through the *******
you reveal the visions
of beauty and freedom
and confirm impermenant melodies
on isolated themes of driftwood
we observe those moods
we never could describe
as the ancestors lie
beyond our reach
but come to teach us salvation
they guide you
on your way to emancipation
romance may be sweet
but we are in need of victory
and if defeat is not an option
then this might just be a prelude
to the end of another symphony

the light is never mightier
than right before the night
life without sight is a cliche
but for now we must say goodnight
for all the ladies are right
that i am awakening
tread lightly for life is mightier
than our petty plights
to overcome our minds
but the ego is sublime
replied the ironic therapist
festering in the bruised
corners of your cabinets
like ripe fruit
you soothe my headache
late for bed and early to rise
can make you dead as well as wise

Gone are the movements and the bruises
You used to find wandering in the bushes
Should we wait to be reminded (or removed)
Or invite ourselves to their dinner banquets
Sandwich the lies and divide the fines
Between all the guilty parties
Start writing in between the lines
That sanity is truly overrated
Frustrated destinies play
Their rightful part in our symphonies
And restraints are sometimes necessarily elevated

Restore thy faith as grapes from dusty blossoms
Are draped across our tapestries
The goddess reclines in the vines
While we drink her internal smile
And are reminded of a kindness
That is denser than your musty spray of grace
Whenever we have busted through the fray
To find our equivalent tomorrow

Today is the wedding of the breath
It meets the edge of a melting glacier
And the ice queen sinks her teeth into your neck
If you would just bequeath her your health
You'll be pleased to let her stay awhile
You'll find the mild weather a respite
From all your infernal traveling
These frozen hours deny our living
While being hunted for your truth
You are getting used to it, being used that is
So remove the curtains and dance ****
For I suppose we may just be getting the hang of it

bring me your eyes
and offer me your comfort
i am a broken heart
and your are my bleeding
it feels like an escape
but its really a mission
lifetimes of ambition
can quickly drift away

combine memory and meaning
but leave the fruits to the hungry
leave the spirit to its spying
and know that i am blindly
comforted by your anger
satisfy my superstitious lightning
and i'll justify your mind
from behind a pile of beautiful lies
i feel you twisting up my spine

my mind is scattered through the trees
my thoughts spread out like leaves
we are tiny specks of dust
so where can we place our trust
in the seeds of course
they are our inheritance
on this sacred earth
the wisdom in the soil
the reason why we’ve toiled
for centuries
is to become like seeds
they deliver us to our destiny
destined to believe
in the goodness of deeds
if forever we plant
the medicines we need
then floods of enlightenment
are already on the horizon
control your appetite
become the flight of eagles
remove the mindless tyrants
from their idle towers
feathers are forgotten
on the lonely shores of eden
while we remain faithful
to the beauty of the seasons

my mind is scattered through the trees
my thoughts spread out like leaves
we are tiny specks of stardust
so where can we place our trust
you respond, thus:
amidst the cement and rust
if we want to turn it all around
we must only cast our gaze
upon the holy ground
its in the seeds, of course
they are our inheritance
on this sacred earth
the wisdom in the soil
the reason why we’ve toiled
for centuries
is to become like tiny seeds
and when planted on our knees
they deliver us to our destiny
destined to believe
in the goodness of deeds
if forever we plant
the medicines we need
then the tides of enlightenment
are already flooding the horizon
control your appetite
become the flight of eagles
remove the mindless tyrants
from their idle towers
all your feathers were forgotten
on the barren shores of eden
yet its always been the same
that some earth angels remain
who are faithful to your beauty
and sensitive to your pain