Closed doors of a soul in Pain
Itching around the other side of madness
Reaching around a pillow's wings
to grab this solemn dream.
Obstruct is this eye of a simple mind.
Blinking away the tears,
of a life so simple
of a mind so ditraught
that a smile cannot hide all the fears.
To Climb the Mountain of Today
The day draws near
when I must face this fear
of where I might be
in years to come.
Please understand when I say
that I'll love you for today
but this cannot see
the bee in the honeycomb.
Greet me warm in the sun
for my life has just begun
to see what to be
and to come what will
I will track the hill
on my very last will
I will meet you again.
two worlds in a battle
Kindness flees my soul in haste
around this succumbed sadness song
my soul lets go of all that's waste
to keep my heart from doing wrong.
Kindred spirits hold their ground
to fight the battle on with me
yet sheild their ears from the gastly sound
of my soul's eye in all it's majesty.
Their swords drop down
pitter-patter of feet over the hill
a rocking horse on feet so round
the madness cast into the well.
With those on the battlefield
the meadow thick with blood of men
I alone, this sword to wield
back to hell my soul to send.
I save the world from misery
that this thing of mine would surely bring
the breath of life runs out of me
a bitter song forever sing
around the grateful heavens ring
a savior for eternity.
Reins of Thought
Unbridled horse
of no remorse
Runs his way
to tantric dreams
a lucid thought
of souls soon bought
to sell again for your profit.
A monster to become
a darkness to surround the world
a sad sickness in my heart.
On Edgar Allen Poe
The end of the rope
yields the slack that makes my fate
take form,
And a worm eats through the skin of time
a jingle-boy in the crowd.