Far stars awake from slumber
From hiding and places lost
The world has been reborn
And life again stirs

Green returns from desolation
Scars heal and fire fades
Curious eyes look up once more
To the now empty heavens

Where your light once shone

Broken down over wartorn years
That brave old colossus
What her remnants stood for
Scare few remember  
Though her damaged legs
Now rest below the waves
Her bright torch yet shines
Guiding wayward souls
To the Republic fallen
That it may rise again with her
In great Phoenix glory
To stand atop the shattered world
An unending flame
A beacon of distant hope
To all the poor, tired, huddled masses
To the wretched refuse, homeless
And tempest tossed
A beacon whose meaning is clear


The Colossus has been reborn

Ringing
A ringing
Far off and remote
Yet closer now
Than it has ever been before

The moon awakens
Dormant tunnels lit again
The hollows reverberate
Lost echoes of the past

Memories long forgotten
Return to us once more
The stars themselves realign
Following the patterns we were taught

It draws near
Ever nearer
Until all are but shadows
Of distant wakeless dreams

The heart and the head
Conspire in my bed
In the early hours before dusk

Thoughts in and out
Always stalked by doubt
If I'll ever be good enough

She's quiet but laughs
On my jokes' behalves
Though why I can't really say

I think tomorrow I might
Overcome my fright
But that notion soon fades away

The dawning of another same day

Old abandoned Khehrmnkaal
A jewel before the eastern fall
Second only to the heavenly spires
A long lost place of strange desires
Many have since its decay
Tried their best to find a way
To that ancient city of myth and splendor
Only to be met by its defender
Though his days are long since past
That giant hero's bones did last
Towering over the dusk red sands
Monstrous ten and two foot hands
And like his bones does the city lie
Beneath the sun's unblinking eye
The only eye that knows its place
Until in time its lights erased

I've seen something strange in my days
Whenever war rears its ugly head
It is never the rich or strong that turn the tide
No it is always the weak

It is the family man,
The scrawny farmboy,
The mother of three,
The quiet daughter,

It is these that rise up
These that stand when no one else will
And heed the distant call of certain doom
So that those left behind

Might one day know peace

I sit here at the end of time
No, perhaps even after

A red sun rises
As well as sets
On a world stiff with age

None have been seen
That were sent out
In distant eons past

And it is likely
They share not return
To this long doomed place

Indeed they shall not
For the void calls them
Dark and cool

That they might think in silence
Uninterrupted
By the waking young
Or dying old

Alas, all light will perish
Soon and ever more

Then all will know but slumber
As the gods they did before

I fear death as much as the next man
It's an instinct I cannot ignore
But death also fills me
With a sense of wonder
Knowing that whatever is on the other side
It will be like nothing I've ever dreamed of

The waters boil cold
Over lifeless sunken chasms
The dim sun struggles
To pierce the eldritch waves

The light ever fades
And in the distant ages to come
Will all fall to darkness
An involuntary wakeless dream

Lest the stars are roused from their slumber

The sky is filled
With red and orange
Elegant shadows are cast
Over tall hills and mountains

The world prepares
For its long sleep
A hibernation,
That will span an eon

In the still night
The Earth will wait
Silent and calm
Among the void

The time will come
When the world will awake
And be bathed in the light
Of a brave new dawn

And it must awake after all
To care for it's new children
Those young creatures
That arrive

From beyond the long dark

My head is filled,
With books and tv shows
Depicting true love;
Something I've never known.

I often wonder
How exaggerated they are,
How much of it is real,
And how much they take too far.

Are the perfect scenarios
Just not presented to me?
Is my one and only love
Really out there to see?

Or does waiting for perfection
Just make me more resentful?
Is true love much more real;
More organic and accidental?

And though I don't know the answer,
I keep myself reading on.
Hoping somewhere in that perfect love,
I can find what I'm doing wrong.

To the black depths will we go
Down and ever further
To find the light we lost
So long ago above
Light lost but never love

The sun has faded
Yet another one rises
The stars bleed out
Dripping down and running
From stagnant constellations
All order has in the end
Birthed an orderless chaos
Soon also in the coming age
Will this endless chaos
Lead to unbreakable order
Thus it is and has always been
Since long before any mortal eyes
Saw a shimmer of light
Reflect within them

On that distant world
Stand towering sculpted figures
Great guardians statues
Hewn of unbreakable stone

The nights there are illuminated
By a dark satellite sun
Bathing the night
In a stygian radiance

When the light of that dark star
Rests upon those ancient statues
A hidden path is revealed
To that sickly necropolis

The dread crypts of Amylgmynon

The world is at peace
United as one kingdom
Under the ruler
Of the kindgom of the air

Under him

Science has fallen
Hailed as progress
Dragging us back into the mud
Of disease and blind adherence

The family is broken
Torn from the seams
No father home left to teach
No mother home left to nurture

God is dead
Removed from the world
The work of his own hands
Deny his very existence

We are all lost
Searching for meaning
A meaning we cannot find
Because we've already rejected it

The kingdom long promised has come
Bringing peace to the earth
The kingdom has come
Though, not the one we expected

The machine calls out
From the depths of that valley
Long ago a smoldering crater
Now a thick selcouth jungle
Untouched by the hands of men

There are some who can hear it
A faint yet constant murmur
Something wholly foreign
Beckoning them further
Into that primordial place

The whispers of a resurgent god

Come to me
Unburden your soul
Let me help
Make you whole
Though many troubles
May come your way
Know that I love you
And always will stay
By your side
Through thick and thin
From morning light
Until the sun dims

Things cannot make you happy
They can only make you excited
And excitement always fades

This place had met annihilation
How long ago none could say
But it's ruins yet stood
Among the hills and forest valleys

I walked among such ruins
Since I was young
Yearning for the sights and sounds
This walls held in their prime

The craftmanship was unparalleled
Gorgeous even in destruction
The inscriptions on pillars
Beckoned me as if alive

I could never read them
For I knew not that old language
The language of a lost empire
That rose in distant ages

In my latter years I now shudder
Having studied that ancient tongue
And recalling the passages
Engraved upon those marbled archways

They spoke not of great conquests
Or kings and heroes of old
No they served only as warnings
For the generations to come

The penultimate inscription
That lay upon the palace walls
So important it was inlayed
With obsidian and gold, read thusly;

"No Utopia may exist upon this Earth.
The perfection of man is a troubled one,
Doomed from its inception.
Man seeks to put forth into the world
What does not reside within him,
And so he corrupts the world
And himself in the process.

Oh how little you know,
Son of the Second Moon.
When..."

Beneath the etchings I remember
The bones of four men
About them lay rusted chisels
And other carving tools

I noticed as well, that the inscription
Appeared unfinished
As if the engraver was stopped
Forcibly before his work was done

I reached out to touch the groove
The final character never filled
With the obsidian and gold inlay
It was colder than stone should be

But that is all I remember
As I appeared to have passed out
And woken up with the gentle sun
The following morning

I had betrayed them all and joined her.
Ensnared by her spell, I fell to darkness.
Though, the spell was not wholly potent.
In fact, it has no effect on me at all.

But I pretended as though it did.
The truth is I was tired,
Tired of being the thankless hero.
Ready to become my ideal's enemy;

If only for a moment's peace.

The warm orange glow of sunlight
Recedes on ivied stone
Giving way to dull shadows
Waiting to be freed

The day is over
Evening blankets the sky
In red and purple hues
Heralding the coming night

In the moment between
Where sun and moon meet
Betwixt the light and dark
Can a brief glimpse be seen

Of something quite familiar
At the height of creation
Where the vast heavens
Meet the slumbering earth

There does it sit
In paradise enshrined
Peering down below
Waiting ever so patiently

To carry on from where it left
So many ages ago

I can hear a steady drip
Stalactites growing at lethargic rates
A dark pool providing moisture
To the nearby luminescent fungi

I am lost

Perhaps I always have been
I can no longer remember
From where I came
Or to where I was going

I merely walk back and forth
Among the tunnels ad caverns
Hoping to stumble on a path
I have not yet traveled

But always I return
To this strange pool
Of murky black water
Surrounded by dim calming lights

Let the waters flow
Rolling downward
To where they go

Let the sunshine glow
To gild the Meadows
Once in snow

Let the wind sing
Sweet whisperings
At the dawn of Spring

And let my soul rest
For in all I know
I know I'm blessed

We've been trapped in here
Our own little universe
Stuck in an endless pattern
Of becoming our own gods

We build and create
In our own likeness
Ever passing to myth
Losing what we once knew

Those outside wish this to be
For they were the ones
Who enclosed us here
Fearing their own creations

One day in the long past future
We will break free from the cycle
Of creation and destruction
And pass through the Gates of Night

To finally return to our home
That calls out to us
From beyond the long dark

The sun sets cold
Distant and foreign
A shadowy grey star
Of coagulated plasma

Its death near at hand

He said he would come back
But they don't believe him
It's been years since he left
Somewhere I couldn't follow

They call me a fool
Everyday for still believing
That he will come back
And things will be made right

And perhaps they are right
He has been gone years
Indeed long millennia
But I know he'll return

He's not known to break promises

I traveled a time
Beyond the heavens
Past the stars
And their constellations

I crossed leagues of darkness
Unfathomably deep
Great oceans of stillness
Undisturbed since creation

For eons I traveled
Until I came to a wall
Signaling the very edge
Of all known existence

Having come so far
I was not eager to return
So I considered the thought
That all walls have doors

And that what lies beyond
Those fabled gates of night
Will be far greater
Than anything I could have imagined

It haunts those streets
In the hidden hours
When neither sun nor moon
Grace the stillborn sky

That city lost long ago
To the steady march of the waves
In the ages since though
Have the great waters receeded

Leaving but strange memoires
Of coral and salt
Sitting upon the shores
Of a dried up sea

There, among thirsting relics
Of a bygone seabed
Does a creature lurk
In exalted solitude

Neither spirit nor man
But somewhere inbetween
shrouded in tattered cloth
And adorned by grievous horns

In and out through the ruins
Of that once alluring locus
Where in long ages past
The spirits and sprites yet lingered

But no longer
Now only the solitary Wydyatt
Haunts those ancient roads
Beneath the twilight skies

Simple shapes
Of turquoise and black
Sheets of oceans
And shattered mountains

The distance invisible
Two dimensions
Refracting infinitely
Back and forth in time

I saw everything
Everything that ever was
And everything
That ever will be

I understood none of it

And that knowledge alone
Put a smile on my face

The world has become strange
A figment of unknown imagination
Spirits wander the earth in droves
As if the gates of heaven itself were shut

Time and memory bleed and run
Consciousness flows uncontrollably
The fabric of creation has come undone
And with it so too have our minds

Releasing things far stranger than death
And infinitely more terrifying
The long dark has come
The world we knew swept away

Into the cold embrace
Of a sterile night

I set out to destroy my creator
And after my lifetime of travel,
I finally found him.
After accepting me with a smile;
He spoke confidently,


"What took you so long? I killed my creator eons ago.  "

My battery doesn't last long
I can't care about others
As often or as well as you do
I need time to be alone

So when you see my smile
Become crooked and fake
Don't let me go on empty
Give me some time to recharge

My heart is not as large as yours

Ever closer
Does it approach
Prophesied by many
But by all forgotten
Events set in motion
Aeons ago
The salvation of some
And the doom of many
Let it be said in the end
That grace was given
And that justice prevailed
Over malice so deep
It thought itself righteous

The world died

And has been reborn
Countless times now
I am not sure
If the Earth I knew
Is the one I yet stand on

The light fades
And with its recession
Do the Formless move
Unrestrained now
As they once were

Before the stars were born

Trickle, drip and fall
Rust and rotten wall
Windows thick with dirt
The place where I was hurt

A home it was before
When oceans had further shores
But soon it'll slide to the sea
With the memories of you and me

Water flows
Years at a time
Erosion lines
Within my mind
Paths and inroads
Open and close
Places I was
I used to know
Never lost
Yet never home
Ever onward
Will I go
Until I find
My wandering soul

The bulwark of faith lay broken
Forsaken alone in far northern ice
Darkness crept in from far outer realms
Worlds so impossibly distant
They bore no resemblance to our own
Now the seals lie broken
The only barrier remaining
The jagged ice itself
Long ago the way north was shut
A cataclysm required
To stop one far greater
But it was only to serve as a delay
For now the ice was melting
And those hollow cities beneath it
Rekindled their foul lights
The long dark of the cosmos to beckon
And usher in the age of their god
That shadow that lay behind the eyes
The gnawing fear in the back of the mind
The dread waste Amylgmynon

Burst outward
Shattered ribs
Vivid shadows
Escape at last
From the sanctums
Of a long drowned heart

I've wanted to hide there
And walk those cobbled streets
Deep down there below
Only now though
Have I realized the desire
Is that of a coward
Someone who wishes
To veil themselves
In faint darkness
Just enough so they can see
But not themselves be seen
There is a simple difference
Between someone who is outside
And someone who wants to hide
Remaining themselves unseen

Broken glass left in a bowl
A shattered heart not yet whole
Sunken head on a wooden table
To try again when they are able

A gentle wave
Wind in the trees
Soft slow clouds
buzzing honey bees


The sun is warm
The sky bright blue
The world is green
Vibrant and new


The flowers bloom
Across the way
If only spring
Was here to stay

Something can be true,
Regardless of who believes it.

Even if the world ended
And all men perished,

It would remain true.

Because truth does not come from the mind,
But somewhere else the mind reaches;

Which is why we discover
Laws and mathmatical equations,

Not invent them.
For the already exist;

In a third realm beyond both time and space,
A realm that governs them both.

To believe the material world is absolute,
Is to deny our own minds;

Which draw from the well
Outside of the material world

On a daily basis.

Cheap imitations
gods in name only
Shuddering in fear
Of the God among them
Conspiring with themselves
To remove him from the world
Yet unbeknownst to them
This was his very intent
For God himself to come down
And does at the hands of men
That men might be free
To return to their ancient station
Among the very stars

Fall in love with someone
Who supports your goals in life
Who will travel for hours
Just to see you smile
A person who will make your heart
Beat fast each time you see them
A person who won't tire of you

Fall in love with someone who can love
Your soul more than your body
Who will love you unconditionally
Who can make it all alright
A person who will stay
All throughout the night

I've seen the statues there
Great guardian colossi
At the very edge of the world

Their watch ever vigilant
Lest the terrors
That once walked this earth

Wish to reign once more

We have all we need
No worry or anxiety
Plenty for ourselves
And plenty for others
Our path has been made clear  
We hear what is true
And we act upon it in faith
There is no law left but love
For in love we can do no wrong
We have many places to go
And great things to do
they will all be done in time
For now let us pray
Being watchful until morning comes

The moment we surrender
Our individuality,
We cease being human

The grass grows green
On hill, under tree
Spring has come
Along on the breeze
The flowers bloom
For the bird and the bee
And I'm content
With my cup of tea

Into the kiln
Unbaked clay
Memories know
Words to yet say

Fired and strengthened
Rigid and whole
A vessel of beauty
The ultimate goal

Cool now and rest
Let your form take shape
What you now are
Is no accident of fate

Set in the sky
Thin and mellow
Soon to sleep
From blue to yellow
A gilded sunset
Entwines with dusk
Deep purple and gold
An evening lust
Below the trees
Dark green and black
Watch a setting sun
That won't come back