Glory to the unknown
Glory to the forgotten chambers of our hearts
To the thoughts not amused
The the urges we suppress
I have been this way
Since the day I was born
I do not jump over obstacles, I run through them
Your reign of terror
Your lines I cross
Across the fields of doubt and loss
Lost time and dwindling dreams
Lost children in forgotten fields
When all we’ve known is to follow
To turn back is an act of revolution


Believe me I see what war has done to me
Believe me I know the terrors all too well
Believe them if you wish, they do carry treasures to prove it
But believe not the glory of war
Glory to you
Although you feel small, I feel you all the time
Every step you’ve ever taken has shaped the ground beneath you
You are glory, you’ve been this way since you were born

a masquerade of faces
quickened paces
I cannot tell where they end and I begin
they say smell the flowers when they mean pluck them

an abundance of truths became clear to me after we met
that the voices in my hands are extensions of myself and not to be silenced
to silence them is to silence my truest self

It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

Laying on my back
in the alley,
drunk and sick,
I gazed at the blanket of stars.
The cosmos above revealed
itself as an endless sea
of lost hopes
and sacred prayers.
In that moment,
I was free.

-Ron Gavalik

tonight
i manifest your eyes