My Brush is Law
My colors creep
My canvas - an eternity
My higher mind combine all three
Each one is nothing without thee

My faithful Brush - where did you go?
Your bristles lost amid life's pallet
Stirring songs deep into the rainbow
We forget the first and last of ballads

Oh color - grand fixture of my slanted my eye
Is it that I'm deceived and really truly Blind?
If shown the fact in reason - A good man must decide
To believe in colors is not a curse - but the blessing of disguise

My canvas of creation - invisible inside
Through every smear you never stained and never once cried  
You hold the world upon your skin
Even when it has peeled and dried
Through life and death - through love and sin
My canvas stands - A silent friend

my restless mind dost strive to sleep
In vain I yawn and ponder on
furthermore the questions creep
were wake the night and not the dawn
In fact my yawn had strived complete

As I release that fabled breath
and sink into her lair
The spirits dancing on the air
usher me towards a beautiful death

Know one thing - Know all things
Err the first thing - Doomed for suffering
Know one thing - The air can sting
The water drown - And the hydra sing

Falls in place - A rightly suited case
He always throws a fair stick to chase

Of all the tasks our God has blessed
Poets rejoice in those of ***
To rip the heart from a beating chest
Cast it forth - and sayeth 'fetch'

Walk with me - foot to foot
like mirrors gleam across the Earth

Press on me - I will too
Together we'll ascend to truth

Lovers of gravity
Will feel the pull from all sides meet

Thinking is best when as climbing a tree
Reach for the first strong branch that you see
Hoist your feet up - latch on at the knee
And dance as you ascend to the peak

Stop at the end or stop at a view
Each of these branches are wonderfully new
Eat high fruits and soon despise them
Spots another tree on the horizon