Old jewelry rests at the feet of ornate statues
They once had to be painstakingly painted on a canvas
And became real after the painting was burned centuries ago
Everything precious rests in the same place

A beloved cat lost to old age lays on a cushion
While his mother licks at his head attentively
Reunited again after seventeen years
Everything precious rests in the same place

A grandmother once again makes too much food
Even though she knew you couldn't finish it all
You're free to take from the plate again whenever you like
Everything precious rests in the same place

An unfinished medley plays softly in these halls
It would've been the old flutist's last piece
Though he never got the chance to quite perfect it
Everything precious rests in the same place

Through roads your life drives through
when fear engulfs you
and hope up and leaves you in the darkest of nights
know that you have to
do whatever you need to
you have to save you
get back up and fight
Time will escape you
& space it invades you
what does it matter if you do not mind?
Who said it was easy?
like you, life did sqeeze me
be thankful that we were both juiced in our time!
Those dreams where I call to
Nightmares but cant reach you
& morning wont sooth you
its so dark in the light
search deep inside you  find a switch that is there to
make you the fire that lights up the night
Time! it has fooled you
that with space it does rule you
but its only a matter of freeing your mind
it's all just illusion, misdirection, confusion
dont chase your tail you'll be wasting YOUR time
Like days our lives lived through
& gold fields where I kissed you
the secrets I gave you are held safe in your heart
please know I still love you
even though I have left you
for it was just death that did tear us apart
Time! it has lost me
space! will not cross me
and it seems that matter never did mind
I'll always speak to you
feel the words deep inside you
sychronicity rhymes with symbols and signs
Through lives we all race through
the faces we once knew
the race has to finish and the faces will die
please tell them I love them
and again I will see them
in a space we'll embrace unrestricted by time!

Sitting in the dark dark room,
in the corner of my mind,
in the corner of the room where the shadows loom.

The rivers of salty water flow down the river styx that guides me thru the end.
The boat is floating and flowing with screams of the unfortunate and unforgiving as the death rows thru the gates of the end.
But the end is never truly the end.

Shadow people twist their dark grins in forms that hurts,
the death is hanging over my shoulder whispering,
urging me to torment my broken mind until it falls and becomes theirs.

Theirs, theirs like a thing or a toy or like a match that isn’t destroyed.

From dust we come to dust we go, what’s the point of life, if we must die?

A life after death
prayerfully sought in churches —
Mushrooms in tree stumps

In this dim night
before the dawn of All Saints,
no need to take fright
of the spirits you acquaint —
for they are merely the ones who went on before.

Beloved dead whom we miss
reenter the world of the quick
and blow us a kiss
with a treat but no trick —
as we celebrate their return from the dark shore.

And yes they were the best of times ,
of love and tears and
memory .
Where dreamt I slept black
granite slab deep ,
cold and sans regret .
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Night-birds sang above my
head ,
dead lovers called my
name .
While in my lonely dreaming ,
perfect love became the grave .
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So despised without good
cause ,
I determined to sleep on .
The rider on white stallion
showed me poetry and
song .
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But when last came time to
leave that place ,
and journey beyond that
vale ,
I prayed for Him to keep me
fast ,
I prayed I would not fail .
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Attila said where he had
passed ,
no grass would ever grow .
It grew instead upon his grave
where children seeds
had sown .
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Now forging pathways to this
world ,
sacred numbers were my guides .
Moon rise over still water ,
where time holds back the
tide .