No, I've never been there Heard it's beautiful He comes for you in a white blind light Sky opens up and takes you inside
She then tells me, she's been somewhere remotely To a place that resembles, house of the holy
She lies awake in bed Adroned in a white summer dress and linen sheets Overlooking out into a view Of sheer paradise From her bedroom window Azure sky, golden sands Ocean breeze mixes with Sweet scented jasmine, permeating Waves that crash upon the reefs Heavenly Santa...
Heard a song this morning playing on the radio, a song I know all to well Stems from my golden days yore
Now that I have reeled in the years, nostalgia sets in
While at work performing my duties that I can actually do with my eyes closed, I drift off to a special place in my life Simultaneously singing the song under my breath with a small smile upon my face, the more I sing it, the further I drift into the heart of it
Reminiscing of the one that at this point in my current life, she got away Didn't realize it then, till now Am I...
There's a scar that's been left upon my heart, bleeds black ink Four thousand miles long and deep Niles through the tapestry of clay surrounded by flesh and blood It's width is days away, separated by love that no longer exist
Fallen to piece like leaves from a tree whisked by the autumn breeze Winter to spring, summer to fall It all comes by like a speeding train
This pain rains in sheets Pourning down like nails driving into me Harbringer of cold and grey, murderer of my blue azure ...
I've got big dreams for you But to let them out Would be considered a sin Not everyone will not be able to swallow it down Chocking on what lies behind my eyes A world that is deliberately dark Even a box of sixty four crayons You will never find pitch black It requires you to go deep into my pores Beneath my skin, barely scathing the surface of whats in store Believe me, you'll be sinking more than you can swim Eyes are black pearls How far are you willing to drown in them? Into the abyss, bottom of the sea Just to retrieve what is to...
I mustn't be staring into the eyes of darkness The serpent comes into perception from out of the wood work of my wilderness Offering me all thy beauty that lies within the realm of my world I hear his rattle hum, consumed by cunning My land is weak yet trying with all that beens given to remain strong in my will
I stand before the fruits of my tree of morality Given upon me since the beginning, I was present there so long ago The consequences are a forbidden outcome That has cost me more than what this life offers
Learning to paint my skies all over again Not by numbers this time, I only have one life But a life time of second chances to make it come out right With a mix of colours I see forth from in front of my eyes
Canvas set to come alive
How beautiful this life of mine is Where the fuck have I been this whole time?
Wasting away the dawn!
Learning to love all over once again Piercing thy heart drain out all the dark Defibrillate flatline, breathe from suffocation Black gives way
Shadow of the sun Stricken with darkness Plight with serpentine teeth has become the curse of me, burn like embers in my night
Pectus excavatum, hollowed chest Chasm that grow eternally Swallowing up soft light from apollos horizon Across the fields are broken refactions, desert sky is now ripped open
Jakob enters the valley of my temple Spirit wrestling with the angel Upon the witching hour Winds howls like wolves Twisting, turning lighting crashes Shadows of the fallen watching Celestials of the one hundred and forty four...
I awoke this morning As I do every morning A routine that's been with me since the beginning of learning to live and breathe
But today is different, somehow someway I feel it in my soul down to my bones I mean everything still looks the same When staring into the outside
I hear thundering... Or is it just me I can feel it all the way down to the soles of my feet As my soul begins to dig deeper root Somethings headed my way There's a breeze, it's a little more stronger than before Sweeping it's way in, I can see the underside of...
I was put upon the window sill garden Next to begonia, awaiting the sun Day after day rising behind us from the east warming our flowered souls Then setting upon our faces from the west Rays dancing on blooms
Then suddenly she died, oh my how I cried No hopes of a resurrection for you my dear I'm beginning to wither away myself Life has become busy as I'm becaming less important, neglected My little patch of earth is now just dry dirt I'm being invaded by house ants and spiders Cobwebs abound my sky, wrapped in silk I'm a nest for flies...