There’s nowhere like never
Purgatory of the mind
The info man has the answers
Behind his booth made of time
4th dimension relapse
As the minute hand proceeds the hour
Noon falls victim to midnight
As the stars regain their power.

We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a man’s travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.

With each worth a thousand words
Pictures paint themselves so clear
But can’t capture the brilliance of a soul
Until the last breath is gasped here.
Then moon recites the epitaph
That’s etched into his face
From the creators of his brutal beauty
he starts off slow to set the pace.

We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a man’s travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.

And the mother reunites our flesh
With the sanctity of her Murth
For we have reached the finish line
To lay our bodies beneath the dirt.
And our fathers faces have faded
As we forget all that we’ve been taught
Except his final lesson
Of the art of selfless thought.

We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a mans travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.

As the tide pulses my hands tremble
while the waves crash against your feet
an angel of the Pacific Shoreline
pacing with the true radiance of life.
The sunset is perfect turning your figure to silhouette
and letting the stars peek to catch a glimpse -
of the beauty that rests beside the sea.

My heart beats faster and harder
with every step you take towards me
as the vibrant storm of you drags me farther
from the human that I used to be.

No wind to catch my tattered sail
when I lean against the breeze
just all the racing thoughts of us
then--now - - tomorrow
and maybe forever if you'll let me love you -
until I'm dead and gone away
to become your angel of the sea.

My heart beats slower and softer
with every breath you take from me
as the lull of your storm makes it harder
for me to finally fade into the breeze.

her lips where soft like velvet petals
as they lightly pressed against mine
only she can make my skin shiver
and send those chills right up my spine.
like Aphrodite, her beauty dazzles
with the perfection of human form
she entrances all that lay eyes on her
like she where the final thunder storm.

Goddess in a mortals makings
yet true without disguise
the stars will always shine for her
until she returns to the skies.
Her heart pulses soft and steady
bringing and taking my every breath
leaving me in silent slumber
dreaming of the only goddess left.