I have made life and experience from the imaginations of youth
I have slept a million nights below the darkness of silence
I am the incarnation of your delusions
Or your insights …
I am the voice of warning
I am the thread which ties life to reality
I am your guardian
I am the wishfire …
I’ve seen the terrible hand of struggle
And felt the pain the hubris brings
I have tasted the wisdom of divinity
And the horror of its sting
And though they tell you I am lost
And their words report my death is come
The fates have left me breathing still
Very much alive
And though my mind is cut by battles
Fought so long ago
I return victorious
I am coming home
And if the paths that I have followed
Have tread against the flow
There is no need for sorrow
I am coming home
For the distance I have traveled
Upon an ocean of despair
Have led me back into your arms once more
An answer to a little prayer
Stand behind me
And above me
With voices plaguing
My deepest thoughts
And the visions
They keep coming
I keep hearing
My angel fall
In a dream
Without a future
Without a breath
To take away
And my resolve;
A higher being
With wings of ash
And eyes of fire
Don’t blame me, I’m just the messenger
I don’t know what the message means
Don’t blame me, I’m just the messenger
I’m just the messenger don’t blame me
As things will happen in this life
With no resolution,
The duality in men
Requires constitution.
For the shame of hatred spent
Might endure your sorrow
If your higher self is shackled
By your binary soul
(Spoken; transcribed) God is beyond concept in so much as all elements by which concepts can be proclaimed are incapable of describing principles beyond their spectrum. We as cognitive entites are incapable of thinking beyond the inherent limitations of our current evolution. Our minds are the most complex matter which we are capable of understanding.
Creation’s flaw;
The angels fell
Without his grace
To light our path
I am the mirror
Iam the destiny
I am the herald
Who points the way
(Spoken; transcribed) There are no absolutes within the spectrum of truth simply because the limitations of our language do not allow for statements of precision to exist with hypothetical vulnerability. Logic is not flawless, it exists simply within the set boundaries in our physical world. There is in essence both in-sight and blindness alike within the observation.
The wounds I bear
Have left me humbled
Once a child of divinity,
But if my breathing
Days be numbered,
Will I bring this victory?
My body’s made of fire
Black and deep and cold
Burning for the choice I made
So many years ago
And love will keep me tethered
For my wings are stripped of flight
But into my mad deluded world
They cross the battle lines
Into their end
One dream of God
One dream of less
One dream of strength and cowardice
With the rage of the seraphs at my side
One dream of man
One dream of fate
One dream of love
That’s born to hate
With the rage of the seraphs at my side
The punishments I carry now
Are of my own design
For once I brought the hand of God
And now this gift is mine
Down on the other side of things
The triggers fast and light
Bringing home this emptiness
For which you had to fight
It doesn’t matter if you’re giving
For they do not compromise
The world will keep you guessing
Until the day you die
And everyone will say “I told you so”
Yeah they’ll all just nod and sigh
But I’ll make a run at something real
And they’ll never even try
And everyone will say “I told you so”
Yeah they’ll all just nod and sigh
As I go down in a ball of flames
They’ll just watch, I wonder why
When the people downtown are freezing
Sometimes you cannot hide
So what can you do its often true
Then we shift away our eyes
But maybe that moments ours to live
And maybe that’s what we were for
As fate will share a chance with you
To open up your door
I don’t understand
Why you’re just standing there
I don’t understand
Why you don’t seem to care
And everyone will say “I told you so”
Yeah they’ll all just nod and sigh
But I’ll make a run at something real
And they’ll never even try
And everyone will say “I told you so”
Yeah they’ll all just nod and sigh
And tell me where I made my big mistake
They may just be surprised
Reaching out in deadened night,
Emptiness by candlelight,
Memory a haunted sea,
Souring in sudden rage,
The Damage plagued upon my love,
Driven by this selfish urge,
To separate yourself from me,
But not the way you planned,
The gambit flow of shifting thought,
Shall ride a kiss upon my cross,
And with each moment of despair,
Lay to heart a lovely tear.
Within each bulb the salty sea,
Swims an ocean silently,
Swims the forest of my dreams,
Swims the essence of my being (…I call me)
Come ringing back now,
(Can’t explain),
The measures swept away in pain,
Hatred will I escape your grasp,
Buried feelings let me pass.
I cannot kill this final flame,
The fire that once consumed my heart,
For hope must have some kind of fuel,
And chance must keep this fire.
(Spoken) reduced to ashes, We run colder on the outside. A Spartan hope that dwindles near the source of this contempt. What has my hopeful certainty for the future returned upon my desperation and difficult memory, besides wasted moments, whose questions are not resolved? Simple things went un-addressed until such time as they could only pass away. Losing you shall (forever mark my breast. Injury knows no justice.)
Swimming out with tears in my eyes
Looking for the shore,
I hope that this is the last time…
I hope that this is the last time…
Falling together in the cold grass holding hands
On the hill side watching stars descend
Forever seems like just an empty promise
We spent so long ago
But we were younger then
Each sour word sounds so absurd
But lingers in the air
While happiness in an ashen dress
Fades into the years
Each lonely hour
My heart has slept
Has drifted back to me
A splintered dream of awful things
That now have come to be
She said, “Go
“I don’t want you any more”
She said, “Go
“I don’t need you now, my dearest”
She said, “Go
“I don’t love you anymore”
She said, “Go”
And I heard the angels cry
For us…
Simple words that simply disappear
While silence has replaced the sound of laughter
And in the twilight memories shimmer
In a breath of hesitation
But it only lasts a moment before it’s gone
But I don’t believe her
If your love is marred by anger
Perhaps it wears a mask
And underneath those hollow eyes
A prisoner is cast
But grief will buy you nothing
And pity a little less
Open up the cage you carry and release yourself from this
Once we have a promise
Twice we have a curse
Three times is impossible
And four times even worse
Once we have an accident
Twice we have a fault
Three times is delinquent
And four times is the fall
I will stay here
If you believe
I will remain
If you believe
If time and tide refuse to wait
Remind them who they are
Each second drained from the hour-glass
Is born a distant star
And sorrow is not reaching out
Its only lying in your heart
So if you’re sailing in unhappy seas
Bid the storms depart
When I sleep I dream in billions of colors…
Billions of colors, am I not real?
If time and tide refuse to wait
Remind them who they are
Each second drained from the hour-glass
Is born a distant star
When birds are bent in windy skies
The foolish ones will land
Live each moment with a savored taste
Look beyond the mind of man
But grief will buy you nothing
And pity a little less
Open up the cage you carry and release yourself from this
Is God a machine?
Like you, like me,
Wont you tell me please
Is God a machine?
I don’t understand why this is happening
Despite all of it all
I still believe
Maybe it’s all in my head
I just need a quiet place where I can think
Despite all of it all
I still believe
The doubt that madness breeds
Feeds this eternity.
Perhaps the promises were not intended
To endure
The scars that life has carved
Fell deepest on your heart
And the strength to overcome
Has left you waiting here.
But though the phantoms of this place
Want to steal away your grace
I’ll sleep beside you through the cold
I will not leave you here
And in this silence I can hear
All the fury and the fear
But I promise you my love
I will not leave you here
For I will bury you
Where they bury me
But the emptiness is filled
And the hatred reconciled
With a daily struggle
To forget.
Beyond frustration and contempt
Is the pain of heaven spent
By those ignorant and cold;
At your expense.
I see, I see, I see we move with the water
I feel, I feel, I feel this darkness receding
I see, I see, I see we flow like the ocean
I feel, I feel, Oh God I don’t think I’m breathing.
If you’re very very quiet
And do not make a sound
I’ll share a little secret
That seems a bit profound
Each thought that is imagined
Came to life it’s own
And drifts into reality
Looking for it’s home
Some people call it karma
Some people call it fate
Some people call it kindness
Others call it hate
Some people use it wisely
Some people sell it cheap
Some people call it happiness
Others call it grief
Tragedy from tragedy
A lover’s gift
That’s simple
Religion falls
Behind the walls
As paradise remains
Does suffering suggest the cause of all our little questions
The answer was not coming soon she paused for reflection
Some people call it karma
Some people call it fate
Some people call it kindness
Others call it hate
Some people use it wisely
Some people sell it cheap
Some people call it happiness
Others call it grief
Striking back for the last
Heart attack
First you tip the scale
Then they tip it back
This escalating trend
Will never end
If they take from you
Then you take from them
With less concern
For what is fair
To an unconsidered
Blame you bear
This escalating trend
Will never end,
If they take from you…
You take from them again
Waking up from a dream into another day
Never taking to heart all of the words they say
It so hard to believe if you never see
That the truth is split on the in-between
Waking up from your dream into another day
Never taking to heart all of the words they say
It so hard to believe because the truth is this:
What hatred breeds you must resist
Who was the first
And who was the last
Did you count yourself
Or omit the past
This basic concept
Begins again
When your actions flow
From the hate within?
I don’t understand
Why do you try
To make hatred and intolerance seem justified
I don’t understand your prejudice and lies
Tear down your ignorance open your eyes
If the heart is rich
Then what you think you are
In your core beliefs
Should not become a sword
This basic concept
Is where it ends…
If you close your heart
Then you begin again
I don’t understand
Why do you try
To make hatred and intolerance seem justified
I don’t understand your prejudice and lies
Tear down your ignorance open your eyes
Waking from your dream state
Waking to the truth
Who knows what kind of reality the soul occupies,
And where it goes when the body ceases to function?
It has been my experience that all things follow patterns
Miracles happen through the consistency of nature
I choose to believe that the same princi-
Ple carries on beyond this reality that life
Is unending, but ever changing…
I can feel you here, I can feel you here,
I can feel you here inside
So I am lost
And I am found
With contradictions
I can’t resolve
So many paths
So many doorways to the truth
And when I dream
I know her face
But the mist obscures my way
Reaching out to wipe these tearful eyes
Once more
And here we go
Around and around
Abitter struggle plays out beneath my smile
And here we go
Around and around
Don’t fall, don’t fall for me
And with this sword
A raging fire
Carried by my souls desire
And visions of a world
Inscribed to breathe
I do not feel
Tell me what’s wrong with me
A dream of silver swans
Lying in the dark
Lost in separation
They follow me home
A dream of silver swans
Swimming in my mind
Filled with isolation
They follow me home
And when we touch
The shadows flee
With clues submerged in mystery
The physics of this second sight
Has lead me here
Stranger the darkness a hint of perfume
Rising from your lips towards the window
The sunlight is twisting lines in my eyes
Leaving me far too dizzy, to see
What am I supposed to do?
When I feel nothing, but I want to?
What am I supposed to say?
No one ever listens, anyway
I want to forgive, and I want to forget
But I can’t seem to break out of this, yet
As I’m haunted by heartache and visions of things
That widens, the gulf, between us
What am I supposed to do?
When I feel nothing, but I want to?
What am I supposed to say?
No one ever listens, anyway