Death to the Fool :: April 01, 2005 :: 6:03 pm ::

Let us see if we can block out the devine
Let us chase those well-spoken of broken dreams
And tie them to the line
It's not like our train is coming,
And it's not like we've got a set date
Because the lack of oxygen that becomes us
Is completely and so pathetically up to fate
But don't get me wrong,
We've got our hand in the cookie jar
But our ideas and our love can only go so far
Like a puppet on a string,
Our thoughts are the fragments of broken wings
For in stories and in dreams
We can fly and flee the scene
But the tragedy of the masses
Is that we're all behind dark glasses
Trying to be the bohemouth incognito
The murderer in your bedroom
Knife held high, blood stains spread out
Upon the sweet and silky ground

To Come On In :: March 29, 2005 :: 11:20 pm ::

This musical tempo pervades my thoughts
And try as I might I can't seem to keep pace
This long awaited return to the wonderfully wide world-
And I can have none of it
The fruit dangles before my eyes
Such temptation that I as a mortal
Am sure to grasp it
And fall into my own oblivion
My own hell
That has nothing to do with that girl
And her garden

The ears are open
cut wide so they can find the sound
But no matter what sound fills up these ears
It's not my rhythm that's keeping me down
And the eyes with which I see god
Is the set of eyes with which I see earth
And they combine and intertwine
And I am lost in time
For I have no time
To contemplate such silly concepts yet again
Because we're still taking time
To make amends
For the last time that your thoughts sank through
For the last hole in the wall I gave to you

And in suspension I am soaring
In this stillness I am life
And in this crystal I am fragile
Fragile as the falling glass

For The Lonely :: March 26, 2005 :: 2:08 pm ::

And here are the last words
Set in stone so I could kill
The figures that are haunting
Gargoyles flaunting at the windowsill
There's no patience left in silence
No hope left in this heart
Except for escape and the notes that do chant
And bring up pictures of the picturesque
And faint in silence
It's pursuring
The change in face of heart's undoing
We're gone again, lost from this night
And grasping hold we hover in fright
The guard's at the window
Their eyes are all darkness
All encompassing
A blackened death that haunts every poets dreams
Destroys the fair haired goddess
And her angelic set of wings
The mixing of the above
Must stop and hear me sing
As I become a disbeliever
In all but unhappy endings

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