In lands that seem so far awaymy hands are idle my spirit swaysIn pastures silent bountifulmay well be miles and miles awayIn my dreams I had touched the bowwide awake and sleeping now.I had heard the siren sing her songShe left me weeping to the boneI had come to her as day is longseeking this which I could never own.Had felt her breath through the leavestasted death where she breathesand still had brokered a foolish deal.but the wind was crisp that dayand the chill in my bones did fadeand I the weary travellerwere no match for her blade.Here and now in rank self pityand know what I know will know no more,take heed ye who follow thee,and bargain not what ye bargain for.
Had I beheld the glimmer of your waiting eyes,Had I fell for the relentlessness of your beauty,Had your spell left me adrift in the sands of your paradise,Had I known Love.Had I trembled inside in anticipation,Had my mental faculties been on vacation,Had your smile been my salvation,Had I known Love.Had I placed my hand upon your breast,Had I traced the landscapes and the crests,Had I sacrificed to the alter of your lovliness,Had I known Love.Had I met you in the in between,The fleeting rhythm, the heated screams,Had I known the sweetness of your Being,Had I known Love.Had I held you close and kept you safe,Had I offered you so much more than good intentions,Had I honored the implied,Had I known Love.Had I provided in neglect of my needs,Had I offered flowers for your weeds,Had I been blind after all,Had I known Love.
Eyes openwide and tearyWild is the windthrough the branchesof mourning.Enchanting is the sunsetover a restless seaBeauty is all I can see.The sunrise brings shipsthrough the fog of aberationand cannons three foldin deaths celebration.The thinking man comestaking thinking delightbut no thoughts at allto the innocents plight.Strange are the waysof self serving causeand stranger daysfor those who play God.Reason without reasonlike thieves in the nightand Greed becomes treasonand justice takes flight.Repression has ended for those who stand tallAgression befriendedby the weak and the small.Life does not sleepas self righteous believeand debts that are reapedbecome diseased.The plan is unfoldingthere can be no delayThese cards for the holdingshould be thrown away.The sunset approachesbefore the red dawnover the depthsshallow ships sail upon.
Like spring breezethrough the chimesall is well,when nothing rhymes.And all is wellwhen rhyming endsfor He who knows,knows pretend.A song of chimesand I remainlong is time,and know it's pain.Beauty in it's random hymnthe Sun and the rainare without sin,names of changeremain the samethe breeze that fadesand comes again.
And lo you speak of darknessin the halo of the flameyour words are marred in starknessof a fear without a name.And lo casting spells distortions of perfectionand all the desert illsmarring His reflection.And in the cold hard blacknessyou have named it just as welland cannot see the Beautypast the self created Hell.And lo you dream of monstersto explain away your Hateand you speak of madmanas if they wait outside the Gate.I have watched you building castlesto shield you from the lightcommissioned these epistlesand steal away the night.And lo there standing silentto all that could never bethe sleepless fervent wishesthat can never make you free.And lo you speak of darknessalmost as if it knownand fall deep and leave to the abyssof this your eternal renown.
These wordsfalling flowersinto the nightthese letters bindingbuilding prisonsto protect me from the light.I sing the songs so quietlyand I barely know they're therebut the thorns rip in sublimelyand I'm bleeding unaware.I cannot remember the beauty of the dawnso I paint crooked picturesupon these prison walls.I have seen the irovy towersare built of humble fleshand darkness that moves in shadowsfeigning death.I have known the sorrowof the masses underfootand I have seen the horrorI had bartered for a look.So many nights I've trembledcold sweats and concrete floorsImaginings I have tenderedI can pretend no more.I had been the wretchedI had been a paltry KingI had been electedbut had not led a thing.I had felt the pangs of hungerfalse piety of ancient loregluttonous and ravenousI am these things no more.And now I give this fear to the fireThis Love like no other beneath the nailsand pity to the funeral pyrebecause the pyre never fails.I had surrendered madnessto the grave where it belongsthat I may watch my sadnessturn to gladness in these songs.
Trembling in the Shadows weepingwill not protect youfrom who you are.Denial soon to lose it's favourin the thinning of the veilDeceit as well will lose it's flavourTruths spoken unaware.To Thee Thy Brothers keeper knowsThe sacred pact has He declaredTo Thee Thy mothers Reeper crowsand still He does not hear.Blasphemy in words unspokenand choices not concievedand frozen still and separatebut not beyond reprieve.Let that which pass to pass awaySurrender to The ground at handGive leave to mindless errant plansand sorrow not for ignorance;for it deliver thee into Thine hands.Love in depths for all I seeand cannot seeLove in heights and Heartsfor Thee and only Thee.
With Love and Trust and CharityReach for that beyond your graspKnow that that which holds you backSurely cannot last.Be the change you seekbeyond the confines of your mindThe Heart is full of Love and Lightand cannot be denied.All those things of fear and doubtneed not be rejectedParts of you and parts of meneed only be accepted.And change will come on guilded wingsand Truth revealed in everythingYou need not think Nor act or speakJust Be the change you seek.
When She comes,                  She comes,When She goes,                  She goes,My silent refrain,What She knows,                  She knows.What She knows,                  She knows,What She sees,                  She feels,Into the Fire below,Into the Fire below.When She comes,                  She comes,When She spreads,                  Her wings,When She goes,                  She goes,She doesn't feel a thing.
The intellect in all it's glorypales and fails to tell the storyLook here the depthLet's play a gameLet's make it simpleGive it a name.Let's make up wordsand call them realso when they're spellingwe can steal.Let's scare em plentythey'll eat it upand we'll be sailingwhile they are stuck.Let's make some problemand play our rolesso we can livein our kings robes.We'll point our fingerssnicker and sighthose retched soulsdon't live nor die.We'll make up Godsinvent beliefsand we'll make goodlike bands of thiefs.But wait, no waitI didn't knowwhere is my heartwhere did it go?How did I become this empty husk?How did I learn not to trust?and why can I not feelthis thing called Beauty?My monies goodbut my hands..They are so... dirty.
Words fall like tears from the eyesof self professed saints.I had had no recollectionof asking it be so.Words fail the Truth,stretched over gaping jars,liberties of nulificationuntil they all mean the sameto the specimens inside.I had prayed for Truthand spoke the Wordso many times that itbecame meaninglesssound without feeling,Just jibberrish cast upon the dung heapof ill intention.I put down my penfor the words seemed unfitand my thoughts unexpressed....and the Silence wrote sonnetsand soliloquies and proseand scriptless scripts;carved sculptures out of the nothingness,painted the sky.In the magic of the carpetI could not utter a word,for days for the meaning had truly fadedand in it's place the vivid landscapewithout a voice.