Beyond the shore I have not traveled
I sit upon the white sands and marvel
At the porcelain guardians that watch over
Their flawless faces and radiant wings
Towering above the gentle waves
The lands they govern are peaceful
Surveyed with unblinking eyes
I heard tales of one who sailed beyond them
To places hitherto unknown
But I'm sure those are mere legends
Beyond those guardians that encircle our land
Lie things in wait long since banished
Undying things not understood
So long as the guardians stand though
Those great gifts of Nyalmr
We will yet remain
They have watched over all below
Since the last great empire fell
And indeed they will stand watching
Long after we are gone
And the world has passed away

Alas
At last
To the ground am I laid
My end thus reached
My body decayed
To the forest floor
Like the leaves of autumn
Do I lie in wait
To sink to the bottom
Below the black dirt
And roots of the trees
To sink ever further
With acceptance and ease
Back to Creation
From where I once came
Returned to the Earth
And thusly reclaimed

The Flame is dull
Calm hues of lilac and amaranth
Soon it will diminish
And fade into the west
Great voyages and hunters
Will seek it in distant lands
They desire it covetously
That they may reignite
The first city below
Little do they know
The flame is not what they think
And its forced return
Will doom them all
For the moon looms ever closer
It quivers and shakes
Eager to break apart
And rain down upon the earth

To sit up straight
On the edge of my bed
Anxious, contemplating
The day that lies ahead

Then to feel her bear arms
Silk smooth hands on my shoulder
A soft voice still half asleep
Whispering near my neck

It's Sunday morning come back to bed

The oceans are dark and deep
As they were before creation

The gentle sun has died
Not a glorious death
But a slow fading
Into obscurity

The moon lies broken
Shattered in night sky
Reflecting only the dim light
Of long dead stars

Darkness covers the Earth
Yet still she remains
Bidding her time
Waiting for the moment

To set the wandering moon
Back into its orbit
And ignite the spark
Of a ghostly sun

All this she will do
That her children might return to her
In far off ages to come

Hill and mud
Black dried blood
Under many moons
Does the red river run
Though follow you may
All your long days
You'll not find its source
For better or worse

Wintry winds howl
On the slopes off Illmyuin
The fortress lies abandoned
In ages never seen

Wisp-like things there wander
Lonesome in the snow
No footprints do they leave
And nowhere do they go

They simply trudge and stare
Calling out in the night
In the vain hope that the raven
Might again take flight

From those curious stars

The tide rises and turns
Receeds to the sea
Exposing bare rock
And the roots of the trees
And in distant days
Will it drain ever bear
Exposing lost things
Thought not to be there

In dreams, I've heard a prince did go
From where he came now sunk below
And never since has he been seen

They say that he was the last of his line
A king soon to be and will yet in time
But that was a long time ago

Since those times have all men strayed
The woven tapestry of history frayed
With no noticeable end in sight

Yet some hold out hope for that absent king
To be borne back to us in those mighty wings
That so long ago carried him away

To that city on the edge of day

Others seen in elegance
Perfection of their craft
How we desire their gifts
Forgetting our own

The waves crash endlessly
But below them it is calm
The waters are cool and dark
Engulfing and indifferent
Hiding innumerable iniquities
And holding them close
Until the world is all but sterile

Feel the drum drum
Drumbeat
The closest you get
To feeling complete
When the music swells
To the highest high
Then falls to earth
To pass you by
Let it speak to you
In a deeper tone
Than anything
You've ever known
Lose yourself
If only for a while
To find again
That youthful smile

From when your worries were few

Shattered oars
Float on the foamy waves
Gently bobbing
With the lull of the sea

A broken boat
Lies dashed against the rocks
Great crags and cliffs
Of a Misty island

But footprints lead away
From the wooden wreck
Deep into the heart
Of that forgotten place

Not the journey, nor the destination;
But the company is what matters.
For where in the world can one go
That is worth getting to alone?

Rose gold rays illuminate the room
Struggling to pass through
The drawn curtains of the window
The room is old, not lived in for sometime
Only passed through in idle dreams
In that dull sweet twilight
Between day and night

There's a fireplace sits in the corner
Covered in thick dust and thin webs
The floor creaks ever so slightly
A hallway is visible
But where it leads is obscured

The gilded light retreats slowly
Almost imperceptibly so
Departing as it always has
That it may dawn yet again
As deep black clouds loom ever closer
Heralding a coming storm

I sit here between last light and darkness
An ever still moment outside of time
Rain will come as it always does
For now though I am content
In the moment that is

Here in this forgotten dream
Between the day and night

Monolithic one
Pure, unblemished granite skin
Watching those below

Whisper gently
In my ear
Innocent words
From tender years

Hold me close
As the sun sinks low
Through the curtains
A golden glow

Then close your eyes
Lay with me here
Our troubles far
When sleep is near

The fog descends from the heights
Engulfing all things
Sweetly and slowly
A thick mist rolls in
Never to be lifted
The world made evergreen
Obscured in contemplation
A tranquil mystery without suspense
The earth again made quiet
Though not for lack of thought
For all yet think and dream
At peace for they know each other well
No questions asked for all are understood
A blanketing contentment and peace
In a realm before unseen
That lies just above the head

The cold air never touched my skin
It's simply pierced thought
To the very marrow of my bones
When it reached my chest
A cloud of vapor
Began to appear around me
As the heat of my heart
Battled the ice within me
I could feel them both slowing
Yet neither could conquer the other
So I carried on in the snow

Sightless birds
Over streams of gold
A setting sun
On empires old
The night to come
Sweet stillness bring
A warming darkness
Before the spring

Straight gentle
Flowing black hair
The summer sun
A breeze in the air
A tender smile
And deep gazing eyes
Looking beyond
To where my soul lies

I don't recall
But I know I was somewhere before this
Somewhere warm and bright
Alone or perhaps surrounded
I felt enveloped in contentment
Eyes closed but keenly aware
That time did not pass at all
Either forward or backward
A kind of active stasis
Waiting only a moment forever
I was at peace beyond measure
I knew neither hunger or want
Nor who or what I was
Only that soon I would awake

I’ve known what I should do
What I can do
And what I will do
In times to come
I know now that motivation
Is not something one should wait for
But something that must be created
With a clear mind and discipline
For without these guides
Motivation drifts and fades off
As a wisp of cloud over the sea
It’s return as questionable
As it’s brief existence

The Sea engulfed this place once
But spat it back out
None have returned here
In honor of those merciful gods
Who could so easily swallow us all
In the depths of dark waters
But not now, no not yet
In time however it is known
The world will return
As it was in the beginning
Back to darkness
Back to the Sea

So that we no longer
One day have to die

Proceed
with the procession
End
the sick transgression

That plagued us so long
Where did we go wrong

Bury the old
And martyr the young
Things end the same
As they'd always begun
But it's worse to those
Who decide to run

All it takes is a few
To turn around
To say that's enough
To stand their ground
And that's what they did
The thirteen that here lie
Waiting for their solemn
Graves in the sky

So that we no longer
One day have to die

Scan lines video three
Red white and yellow on the CRT
Pop the disc in drop the lid down
Had a bad day let's turn it around

I don't remember it well
But I remember it vividly
Cross legged in the living room
With you sitting next to me
My baggy tee shirt
And socks that don't fit
Your Overalls on
Full tomgirl kit
We played into the night
Until our thumbs were sore
Then went outside for minute
And came back for more

If I would have known
We were making memories
I wouldn't have skipped
On all the necessities

Nostalgia hits hard
Though it didnt show
Nostalgia hits hard
The moment you know
It was only yesterday
Twenty years ago
Now here we are
Where nostalgia hits hard

If I had know what love was
I'd have known I loved you
But all I loved then was Tekken
Metal gear solid and tenchu
I look back at those days
Seen through a scan line
What could have been
If we stayed in 1999

Nostalgia hits hard
Though it didnt show
Nostalgia hits hard
The moment you know
It was only yesterday
Twenty years ago
Now here I am
Hit by nostalgia so hard

It's cold out
The distant icy light
Of an obscured sun
Only makes me colder

Remembering the warmth it once gave

The hour is late
Just rest your weary head
Deep red to purple hues
In this the twilight hour
Fear not and close your eyes
Be at ease and drift to dreams
I will tend to you for now
As a low fire of twig and ember
Until the morning dawns
Be at peace

The stone was rough and cold
Stretching endlessly east and west
In the middle was a door
When opened it only revealed more stone
Dripping wet, as if under a waterfall
Yet no water was in sight
I sat a ways from the door
Pondering its mystery into the evening
As the sun fell low I was startled
When three figures emerged
From the great door in the stone
They looked at me strangely
As if expecting a certain response
I stood up to confront them
But as I did they vanished
Disappearing before my eyes
Behind where they had stood
The door lay open
The wet stone gone from behind it
And in its place
A yawning darkness
A void I found irresistible

Her smile was sweet
Innocent and kind
It caught his eye
More than once

But regardless
Of all his rationalizing
He knew he loved her
And it could be no one else

His heart suffered
Every day he didn't talk to her
Just hearing her sweet voice
Was enough to make his day

And she knew it

Every day that he watched
Longingly pining for her
She put on her best show
In front of someone else

She smiled
Not sweetly or innocently
But treacherously
Because she cared for no one

At least not anymore
The attention of others
Is the only thing
That brings her solace

The road goes ever northward
I pray the path stays clear
My enemies stand united
With my worries and my fear
The road I know does narrow
Through wood and snowy field
Despite I will not falter
And never will I yield
For there is one that is
Who was and who descends
And I know that they
Will stand there at the end

To welcome me back home

Whoever is nearest longest
Is the person I fall in love with.
Though my thoughts
And visions are complex,
I can't shake this instinct.
A simple childish trust;
An imprint
From another wandering soul,
Who happened to pass my way.

The Fear of the Lord
Is the beginning of wisdom
Though few understand
What Fear truly means

To fear the Lord
Means to grasp with the truth
The might of God
And the splendor of his creation

To get a glimpse of the scale,
The love of our God
To respect and to honor him
As one would their Father

If only you knew
All the blessings promised
That by fearing the Lord
All your problems will fade

Fear the Lord
And mediate on his word
See with your own eyes
What it does for you

“And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding.” Job 28:28

“The secret of the LORD is with them that fear him; and he will shew them his covenant.” Psalm 25:14

The fear of the LORD leads to life: and he that has it shall abide satisfied; he shall not be visited with evil.” Proverbs 19:23

“Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole of man.” Ecclesiastes 12:13

I haven’t been home
But I’m on my way
I’m not selfless enough
But I try, I pray
And I know there’s One
Who feels my strife
Who stood in my place
And gave his life

But I haven’t seen him
Since a long time ago
Though he’s here
Yeah, I know
And I’ve been sick
We all are now
Sometimes I can’t wait
To take my bow

From this play we’re in
But that ain’t right
I know I have to
Stay and fight
Because there’s something good
Left worth fighting for
A brilliant light
On a distant shore

A place, a state of mind or more
That paradise we lost before
So I’ll pick myself up
With a helping hand
And head on back
To the promised land

Who were they?
Those makeshift gods
Their temples forgotten
Their statues broken
In dust they now lie
Shattered and broken
Forgotten to time
Old myths and superstition

And who might you be?
To think yourself greater
That you don't also bow down
To the very same gods
Only now have they taken
Their truest of forms

What temptation is any longer needed?
When you celebrate evil as righteous
Parading the dead in the streets
I tell you the truth
You are worse of that they
Who worshiped the gods of old
For they may be spared for not knowing
While you know all evil
Committing it as your birthright
And indeed it is your right

The right of Damnation

I’m sorry
Or at least I’d like to be
For building you up in my mind
As something you could never be
I want to get to know you
No matter how long it takes
I just hope you can forgive me
For all my past mistakes

Radiance flows
From past all boundaries
Somewhere beyond
The guardian statutes
That mark the end of what is known

A faint vision engulfs me
As I pass those obelisks
A searing crown
On the head of a woman
Fills my open mind

She is familiar to me
But only in the distant memories
Of long past lives
That I have yet to live

Bathed in morning gold
The peaks and forests old
A gentle breeze blows through
The pines and ancient yews
Mountain spring and flowers
Sweet scent of the dawn hours
The waking world and her song
Forgotten again before long

The passages deep
Filled with black water

On a cliff they stood
With no where to go

Above and below
Were oceans of stars

And to their left and right
Lied deafening bones

The only option
To move diagonally

Into the places
That no men know

Ocean salt
Inching down
Through the years
Meticulously over each step
Until the moon reflects down
To be greeted by its own shimmering light
In the crystals of immemorial years

Oh, what do they know
Those that walk
And down there go
To travel paths
That shadows know
Parades to flow
In and down
Processions of death
With golden crowns
Two by two
They walk in rows
No man by himself
Is brought down low
It just goes to show
It's a coordinated effort
Between the devil and
Our fallen hearts
That without God's hand
We would be torn apart
And slowly drift
Unknowingly so
Down that path
To where they go
Thus follow shades
And to them become
Having denied the path
Of the Chosen One

I saw a crystal clear glass
Nearly full to the brim
With pure spring water
And a single orange seed
Floating inside of it

Sing to me
A sweet song of grace
A melody of youth
From a calmer place

A sweeping orchestra
Or whispering voice
Whatever you wish
I’ll leave you the choice

Just sing to me now
For a time and times still
That I might rise up
My duty to fulfill

Lonesome despair
Shattered in air
The hopes that once were
No longer there

It's ok to cry
To let the past die
So that in time the future might
Again one day be bright

Space felt,
But not perceived.
Dimensions known
We may not leave.
Yet just beyond
Our senses felt,
All rules and laws
Begin to melt.
Swirling, twisting
To strange new form;
Sight is cold
Yet thought is warm.
And when all things
Have come to pass,
Will it start anew
Again, at last.

They walk around
With blood pouring from their chests
And a spoon in hand to lap it back up,
But it's never enough.
After all, how could they be satisfied,
When their hearts lay on the ground

Charred and misshapen;
Sacrificed,
To the god of nothing.

Down in drops
Never more than three
From the highway above
The stars encapsulated in them
Time flows backward
Or so one would think
Yet the reality hidden to us
Is far more unique

Jupiter passes through us
Ephemeral and ethereal
It's orbit lost long ago
The fortress moon
Now rests upon us
Bearing down upon our souls
With it's unblinking gaze

Our Onlyborn moon
Who raised us from youth
Lies shattered and drowned
In the depths of the sea
And after it's death
Will the sun soon follow
Leaving no light
But that of the watched
Great Birulon displaced

It's a slow burn
It'll just take time
Starting from nothing
Trying to find our rhyme

And rhythm
Where two make one
Your soaring highs
And my steady drum

We'll get there
If we fan the flame
Love only grows
You can't love a name

So listen close
Just feel the beat
As the fire grows
Turn up the heat


And Ignite
Fan the flame
Burning bright
See it from space

Stone Temples
Layered and sprawling
Labyrinthine construct
Above as is below
Pools and sunken statues
Of gods that never were
Yet may be in time
Beneath these pools
Delved far deeper
Lie unknown crypts
Dread, forsaken
And there entrenched
Does one so ancient lie
Willingly wandering
Those transitory lands
Of waking dreams
And sleeping realities

Whispered words
Unsaid to me
Thoughts and desires
That none may see
Where are the roots
Of this growing tree
That I might pull them out
Instinct is pride
In my own will
Unaware of foes
That wish to ****
My strength comes not
From myself and still
I made the same mistakes
I know now that
I cannot entertain
I have to retreat
When there is no gain
My many sins
Are many stains
That I know can be made clean
If only my pride would be made lean