I leave a bit of my soul in every month,
It's sad but it's honest,
But I've got nothing left to give.
April took it all.

The trenches are empty only full of fear and sorrow

The pit gets deeper everyday
Their is no sleep in the belly of the beast where all your dreams are swallowed

Looking threw the window of opportunity in days that feel they'll never see tomorrow

Clarity shows it's face in chaos like pain shows life to those grown numb

For the world will try to break your spirit we either fight or die in a battle never won.

A man plants what another sows but only God can make it grow

a man breaks his faith and praise the world
deny his soul for he's afraid
and in the world he stays

Men's sinful antics crippling as he strays fear is the master of his shame

The shinning stars are magic to a child's gaze

Children swing in laughfter not affraid to go faster they see clearly threw the rain

Devils telling riddles planting seeds of doubt inside his brain

One will look for answers one will pray while science gains and art decays

God gets his defients an alliance must be made

let not what we doubt or understand be so dreadful to withstand

For pride grows like wild weeds inside a man

Lifted by the crowed he's praised

Man is weak and drops him on his crown to end his reign

He put his faith in man and left in pain thank God we live to fight another day

To seek the truth my
friend so rest your tired eyes and be at peace their is an end.

Beautiful things
come to mind
when i think of you.

Lovely colors in faded hues,
smiles, grass, skateboards,
sunlight, bike rides, sneakers,
memories of times
that have never happened.

You have caused me
fantasy beyond the extent
of my former imagination,

it is a mystery
shrouded by
the possible and the plausible.

How will we end?
Are you just my friend?

I don't know yet.
I'm not sure , but
I think i might...

I think i might...

... I think i may be capable
of loving you.

i've come to the conclusion
souls are ageless
eternal
we will exist in the great beyond
a different dimension
a place no living creature
has ever seen

I sometimes circle around again
Longing, growing
My story is old
And cold

I’m a gravity accident
We all fall down
Collected star-dust
Diamond, coal, rust

Periodicity reciprocity
Gravely glancing sunward
Circle around
Then outward bound

when I die

turn my body into ashes

and

spread it over the ocean

so I can go home

after a lifetime of feeling

homesick