As time moves forward
             It makes
                It takes
                   Breaks apart
When torn asunder
             It shatters
                Scatters
                   Seeds new starts
The living Scars
             Heave
                 Breath
                    Shine like stars
Thier consequence illuminates
              The world at large
A beautiful display
              As if divine art
Oh to woe
              To err
                  To know
                       To hold
The Human Heart

You have to go down to go up
Run towards bullets to live
Roll towards to escape
Go against intuition to succeed
Intuition is the illusion, the Maya
Intuition is the driving force and the prison
It is intangible, it exists and doesn't
Has value but no meaning
Has purpose but is not objective.
To what end but no end
To what a sight to see while blind

Drip Drop
Drip Drop
The Petals
The Metal
The Clouds

Drip Drop
Drip Drop
The Sweat
The Threat
The Sound

Drip Drop
Drip Drop
The Flash
The Crash
The Howl

Drip Drop
Drip Drop*
The Blood
The Tears
The... Ground

I stare into a mid day sky
yet there is no sun in sight.
The canopy hides all from us
except the heat burning our hides.
Our clothes are four days soggy;
Our stomachs cry out in pain
despite a bounty of subsistence
for hunger yields to impending danger.

There be dragons in this Jungle after all.
Agents of evil working in the dark
hunting us as we hunt them.
We forgo the beauty of this scene.
Ignore the music playing amongst the trees,
a joyous festival not meant for us
the tensions are high
the path rough

Suddenly the carnival is silenced
a covenant broken by a single crash.
Commemorated by a yellow white flash
T'is a still moment illuminated in time.
A searing pain blowing through my mind;
I am reclaimed by the land I've fallen upon.
Back home my young wife cries.
My only question... Why?

A cold stare
into a broken mirror
a ghastly ghoul
leers unto me.
My heart rises,
tears fall,
the bed I've made
splinters to unseen fractures.

The beast grins with ax like teeth
destined to devour
a cherry rose flower
placed delicately
on soggy sheets.

The fear...
The regret...
Stand shallow in comparison
to an everlasting candle
faltering on its flame.
It cries for help
as more tears smother it.

     The man
            The beast
                   The Flower
dance to tunes of a scarred heart,
but from the budda belly of the beast
the heart sheds its skin;
the tune changes.
Only the man and rose remain.

My tears have turned to sap now
seeping slowly into the cracks,
mending the the mirror.
With a last glance
only I Remain.

A beautiful woman
washes her face;
Above
I stare into
A Morracan Sun
I take a drag
A wave of blissful euphoria
cascades over me.
I relive the thought
her in my arms ,
the taste of her lips,
the warmth
of her heart
I finish my cigarette
And greet
A new day

These moments are hard to come by
       A pack traded for a pack
         A gun traded for a guitar
            A company traded for companions
I wear the same boots
          And yet
I wear a different life
The burden of my pack
          Lessened
By the bounty of experience
I am born a new
   My life
       This road
           These moments
From an extinguished heart
Passion begins ablaze
A fiery spirit
Burning through the skies
Illuminating the night
I fly through the cosmos
       As free bird
          As a new being
              As the Phoenix