To All Men Who Can:

We must articulate our sorrow; find joy in the grief
Call the resurgence when anguish is chief!
Illuminate Dark Alley
There is no finale

But the ethereal timeless bliss
            

Return solemn calling
of the moon,
Return to the mother
flowers in bloom


Listless excursion
Our soul's in aversion
To the petty game we made

Love be thine calling,
Our souls are not falling to this

Infatuous State of Sin

Rainbowed mirrors mask checkered lives
Implant the satin, if you will
But beware of the baker's staple,
For a thousand tablets could not portend
the Infatuous Sog

Rainbowed mirrors mask checkered lives
Implant the satin, if you will
But beware of the baker's staple,
For a thousand tablets could not portend
the Infatuous Sog

What was the catalyst,
and how long did you mask it?
How long were you drifting across this canyon's blackness til vastness
held your passions captive?
What happened?

I told you I'd have done anything
if you had asked it...
I actually loved you
and it wasn't just some infatuous actions.

But I just walked away-
it's in the past and time elapses;
I wanted to plea for you to take me back-
but no, I won't do that-
in fact I'll bury the casket.