His look is always skyward
Bound
He treads the earth, he’s not yet
Found
What’s his been looking for for years
But doesn’t he despair
Does he?
Oh no, not he;
He firmly strides th’ infirment earth
Not looking at his feet at all
For what it is to him whose looks
T’ distinguish try the Heavens’ nooks
Amidst the grazing clouds; he walks
And dreams of life up there despising
Our earthly deeds and talks,
How we scurry all life long
Around and round we know not what;
And so he always there with mind
But the soul of his is in latticed plight,
It trapped within the bonds of flesh,
And so he makes his final dash,
To ‘midst the angels be rebirth,
And so at last he leaves the earth

Yule tide brushes away autumns leaves.
Samhain has come to end.
The dead have returned home.
Now those sea has become too wild to sail.

It's time to get out of Limbo.
Barge out of the gates.
The battle was lost. Trust me I know.
But now, the war is about to begin.

It is in the time of silence that our own demons come out.
Let the anger and frustration fight those beasts within.
Let this torture not be for nothing.
It's time to shatter the frozen sea.

Raise the sails once more,
Pour a glass of whiskey.
Put on your finest clothes.
And ready your ****** weapons.

It's time to go to war with ourselves.
Winter is here, and we fight alone.
Those who follow will be welcome.
Those who stay behind will be missed.

But do not mistake my tears for weakness.
Do not mistake my silence for fear.
I may not be ready for what is to come.
But I know how to stand my ground.

Run or stay?
Is it too late to pave a way?
I have faith even though
I've been manipulated by the one you all follow.
Long before you all knew how to say your names.
Rebirth without the natural process doesnt feel like thats what you all
need.
I left but came back, is that possible?
Let it be.
Time to be free.

I'm a stone fruit without any flesh
Raw and drained
I sit under the moon
She is milky and full
I see her face for the first time

I dream of being reborn in her moonlight
The soft grey shadows falling behind me
Shadows I will never see

I beg the stars to be my guardians
Each a messenger
A talisman
A treasure

Tonight I want to be delivered my fortune
To be full again like a plum

Burn up and turn to smoke
Let yourself rise from the ashes of your destruction
Let yourself become new again

And as the smoke rises
Just before you rise again from the ashes left behind
Watch the words within the smoke
All the moments of your life contained
What could be more inspiring?

And as you complete your rebirth
Use those memories
To write yourself a new life

Blue sky, bright sun
endless as creation
the light of these
as bright as these
return me to the one
when life and love
must re-evolve
greatest faith can come
much more than moon's
reflection of the sun
When life must end
another life begins
complete this circle
and begin again

I was reminded,
in the hush of existence
Of fire, and blood,
and the terrible screams.
And I? Responsible.
But in my moment of complete failure,
I resolved to something strong,
and died.
Now, in another life,
or mine still, I suppose,
I think to myself
"It's such a beautiful day."
and decide, in silence, within and without, to go for a walk.

I remember swaying on the verge
Of dark and light, before and after, to and fro
Whence to the world of forms I was conveyed
To suffer just as any other human being,
Within this futile form, confined to bear
The sin of our fathers’ fathers and so forth that stems
From the first couple of the world, banished from Eden,
Seduced by vicious serpent and condemned to toil, and bear
And multiply; and so through ages was it in the progress
To finally conclude in my true self; for I remember light,
And cold, and pain and darkness; the metal cling,
Sterility of white; but then before my inner eye is cradle,
I lying there myself with strangest sense of missing,
Of lacking something too important to express…
Oh, yes, that was the point: I am unable at the moment
To express my swarming thoughts… or rather figures;
Or maybe even outlines of perfect things; and from
The misery, despair and sorrow I try to do my best,
But only peal or rather shriek is able to emit from breast
Of mine; O Lost, O Ghost, in this world all alone
That for eternal wandering is doomed to travel from one Eternity
Into another; and then again, again, again and one more time;
For the machine for ever is in working, and all the clogs
Are always greased and oiled; and there is no way to break the circle,
Or just escape, to be no slave for torture, to walk and see no time,
To sense not the rotation of the earth, or in the utter self-esteem
To deemed yourself the mover of the planet, that just because
Of you is possible the progress
Through space and time too vast
For us to comprehend the wholeness of the Chaos; for chaos this
Still is for sure, indeed; and how in our conceit can we so be deluded
As to believe ourselves the bearers of the knowledge
Pertaining to the mysteries of life; O Lost, imagine now you can
The first my feelings as a boarder of this stage; for sure I am, as
Spirt is immortal, that dusk is but beginning of the dawn.