Something can be true,
Regardless of who believes it.

Even if the world ended
And all men perished,

It would remain true.

Because truth does not come from the mind,
But somewhere else the mind reaches;

Which is why we discover
Laws and mathmatical equations,

Not invent them.
For the already exist;

In a third realm beyond both time and space,
A realm that governs them both.

To believe the material world is absolute,
Is to deny our own minds;

Which draw from the well
Outside of the material world

On a daily basis.

We believe ourselves flawed
That we can never truly change
So we accept the evil we commit
Creating virtue out of weakness
In doing so we accept our flaws easily
Because we have detached the need for repentance
We ask for forgiveness
But refuse to put in the work
To change ourselves
To be anything more
Than just lukewarm

Set in the sky
Thin and mellow
Soon to sleep
From blue to yellow
A gilded sunset
Entwines with dusk
Deep purple and gold
An evening lust
Below the trees
Dark green and black
Watch a setting sun
That won't come back

Lay me down to rest
To mourn the nightmares
That used to comfort me
For even they have now passed
Dispersed among the faded stars

The sun is long set
remembered only distantly
In the vague stories of spectres
Whispered by candlelight
In the deep places of the earth

Only the broken moon remains
Blankly vigil over me
And over the shattered remnants
On the sterile surface
Of the broken earth below

I fall in love with everyone who looks my way
Only to realize too late
They were just looking past me

In those cursed woods
Rotten and deep
Does the many eyed creature
Skulk and creep
Ever shifting and changing
In the mists of the night
Come morning, vanished
With the dawning light

Never assume, always listen

A burning comet
Of violet and blue
Fell from the heavens

In the frozen twilight
It crossed a sleepy sky
And landed in the mountains

Its luminous trail
Etched into the minds
Of those few below

For save distant stars
Light had not yet entered
The sphere of the earth

Curious the peoples gathered
To an ethereal crater
The resting place of that fallen star

Amidst the smoke and faint light
They found a women
Whose face was that of the cosmos

She was asleep
And would be for some time
But upon her awakening

Would our own sun rise
Bringing us out of the darkness
And the grip of primordial things

To the dawn of a brave new age
More wondrous and terrible
Than any that have come before

They rattle and strike below the earth
Gears and engines in the darkness

The swinging of rusted chains
Echoes from unseen caverns

Distant metallic churning at night
Grows closer during the day

They are coming
From where and when unknown

Yet they draw ever closer
The sounds of metal and machines

I fear they will soon be upon us
Whatever they may be

Quiet
Be still and listen
As the fog rolls in
Over hills blanketed in dew

Distant notes
Barely discernable
Play somewhere beyond the haze
Within the mountain of clouds

The very air
Pitches and falls with the song
Warmer and colder
Windier and calmer in the valley

The valley
Where I sit and listen
But from where I can never see
That great musician

Who sits atop The mountain of clouds

At last we may rest
Beneath a blood red sun
The battle over
The day thus done
I pray it sets soon
Never to rise
And never remembered
Save in the eyes
Of the dead that lay here
In heaps and scores
Let us forever forget
Our ways of war

I’ve dreamed dreams
Long and distant wisps
Forlorn wants and vague inclinations
I wander with intent
Thought I’ve long forgotten it
I still feel that geass in my bones
A distant command from my creator
Whom I have never known
And yet I sojourn on
To complete my unknown quest

I love you like I love the sea
Tantalized
By the mystery

Below there are statues
Shrines and idols to gods unknown
Their forms are foreign
Yet a dark familiarity emanates from them
Those gods there enshrined
In their primordial temples built long ago
Are yet to be worshiped
Yet to emerge to the surface above
And claim their followers
Those figures of stone haunt me
I feel they are alive
Waiting and bidding their limitless time
Until they may rise
Though I am keenly aware of a growing suspicion
That they already have

Weary wanderer wisk away
All the pain of yesterday
Close your eyes and rest your heart
Let the earth to you impart
Her splendor in the smallest things
And to your soul be guiding wings

The voice of one crying out in the desert
The waste places will be rebuilt
The desolate cities reclaimed
Make straight the way
But none have known it
None have sought or understood it
All eyes are shut all ears are closed
The spirit hovers upon the waters
Yet who has perceived it?

Do you not know that the waste places
The desolate cities and the dry deserts
Do you not know that they are you?

Make straight the highway
That the people may return
Make straight the path
That they may be rebuilt
"For a time I was angry with you
I hid my face from you
But only for a moment
In my everlasting kindness
I will have compassion on you"

Make straight the path for the Lord
The highway of our God
That we may return unto Him
From every tribe and people
For He has not chosen one people over another
Let no foreigner who has joined himself to the Lord say,
The Lord will utterly exclude me from His people
For he that follows the Way
The path leading through the desert
Is a son and daughter of God
As their brother was before them
Who Himself built the path
And who Himself is the Way

The path is firm
The highway made straight

Now return

He stood there

With a faceless infinity
Staring into the night

The very stars wilting
Before his blinkless gaze

They think they know me
Which is a strange thing
As I have not yet discovered
Who I will one day be

Through that twisted city of labyrinths and towers
Do they march to the Twilight Cathedral
Their black robes brush against the cobblestone street
Stirring up dead leaves along the way

Every setting of the second sun
They make their way from unknown places abroad
To preform an elaborate ritual
Warding off the evil that waits in the shadows

For after the second sun sets beyond the horizon
The darkness of a three day night comes
And with it the creatures and things
That call night their home

Handed down from eons ago
The rite is preformed with utmost accuracy
Even so do some things slip in
Past the barriers set by the ritual

Which is why none travel or trade
During those days of darkness
For fear of what may be lurking
Just beyond the ambit of the light

Lay with me
Hold my hand
Just breath
Steadily
I need you close
Without your touch
I get cold
And winters coming
Don't you know

There in an inner room
I sat before it
A hooded figure of bone
Fully animate and articulate
Smoke filled the room
Ushering in a more vivid scene
A table with incense
Sat between me
And the creature across
Though possessing speech
It spoke naught to me
Save for vauge whispers
In the far back of my mind
I noticed now too
That candles sat on the table
Gently illuminating
Features of the being
Who sat opposite me
His skull was cracked
In more than a few places
And the pits of his eyes
Seemed ever so strange
Expressive almost
Of a feeling I cannot convey
In the full candlelight
The figure took a sip
From a gold-rimmed cup
Full of a light purple liquid
It poured through is jaw
As I expected
But as it flowed down his robe
The room shifted again
In the expanding smoke
Of fragrant incense
The room was pitch black
If indeed a room it still was
I sat there for hours
Contemplating the darkness
Or maybe just minutes
I could scarcely say
After that time
A new light flickered
In the near distance
Down a deepening corridor
It was just bright enough
To illuminate the being
Who had sat before me
It looked to me
Smiling somehow
Nigh imperceptibly
Then motioned me to follow
Into the warm dull light

Cheap imitations
gods in name only
Shuddering in fear
Of the God among them
Conspiring with themselves
To remove him from the world
Yet unbeknownst to them
This was his very intent
For God himself to come down
And does at the hands of men
That men might be free
To return to their ancient station
Among the very stars

Parse apart
Separate the seams
Let it all fall
To shallow dreams
And drift about
Unsure of place
Not bound in time
Motion or space
To be forgotten
And rest at ease
Beneath the waters
Of mindless seas

Here we stand
At the edge of all things
A shell of who we once were
Scraped of all our secrets
Barren and exposed
To who we could become
Don't fight it but accept it
The voice holding you back
Is not one with your own
It is the last dying breath
Of your weaknesses and shame
Step forth into the light
For it is no longer blinding
And the path ahead
Has been at last made clear
Go now into that unknown
Knowing now nothing
Of your once foolish ways

I am too simple
I don't like to party
I don't like to hookup
I don't like doing things
I can't remember the next day

I just like you

But the things I don't like
Mean more to you than I do

And that's ok

I will just have to find
Someone simple like me

I thought of us
Before I fell asleep
And dreamed of you beside me

It wasn't a dream of something spectacular
No breathtaking scenery
Or romantic getaways on an island beach

Just us sitting together laughing
Enjoying each others company
And the time that we share

If these are the things
My mind dreams of in the dead of night
I believe reality

Will exceed all its expectations

Through the black gate he plunged
The last light fading behind him
For a moment he was blind
Until his eyes adjusted
As well as they could

Vast lakes of clouds
Hung clear below him
Glimmering domes and towers
Sat nestled in that lower sky
Reflected the light of invisible Suns

All he knew was gone
A fever dream in prison
A prison created to protect
Though now it has collapsed
Its protection no longer viable

Beyond the clouded city
True endless space could he seen
Billowing cosmic shapes
Of every color and shape
Stretched on eternally

In the infinite distance
He experienced forms and color
Than no man could describe
He had to focus on the city
For fear of going mad

Upon looking down once more
The glimmering city had vanished
He assumed it fell
Below the tide of the clouds
But in the flash of an instant

He found himself in its streets

Yet there was no one to be seen
In its sparkling towers
Or its majestic rooms and halls  
No a soul there resided
Or at least none had

Since forgotten aeons

Walk, trudge
From stars long dead
To distant worlds
Beneath Raven's head
Wander, lumber
beneath cerussite peaks
Unknowingly losing
The one thing to seek
And there long after
Encased below
To swell once more
With receding snow

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͘H̨o͡l͠d̵̡ ҉͝me c͏lǫ͢s̕e̢
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The world is no longer
The moon fallen from the sky

The sun is dull and distant
A mere twinkle in the eye

A lonesome spirit wanders
Amid those shattered shores

Where once young souls walked
Once and nevermore

The universe is but a vessel
True existence lays outside
And soon enough we will find the opening
And let ourselves out upon creation

Yet before that we must realize
That the universe is but a vessel
Not meant to keep us in,
But meant to keep Them out

I've seen memories waft past me
Distant dreams of bygone eras
Words and thoughts preserved
Of languages long since lost
Their sound and use forgotten
Yet their meaning somehow retained
A faint feeling, a tearful sentiment
I fear, no I know I will share their fate
As all generations do since creation
Few if any have escaped this death
Though which death it is I cannot say
The death of the mind or soul
Or perhaps simply the body
I know our ruined cities
Will house the bright eyed souls
Of our posterity

Let us pray if we cannot solve the riddle of being
That we may pass down what we know
And preserve the progress we have made

That one day we might find God

Stone chipped and worn
Damage and years hidden
Blanketed by moss
A covering of tranquility  
Beneath shade and root  
Neither day or night
Have much difference
So deep down and within  
Floors upon ceilings
Canopy over canopy
New life from old
Ever sprouting and breaking
A Comforting perpetuity
Here I will rest for a while
While long ages pass
As though they were but dreams

To You
The seven stars
The bright cluster
Among the long dark
Do you not know that hope came down?
Faith from the lofty heavens?
And you know it thus returned
Which is why we wait now being sure
Certain of the thing our hope is in
Have you not considered that beyond
Far away and removed from here
Among the boiling lights of night
One not dissimilar to yourself
Might see that hope descend to them as well
And latch onto it as you yourself have?
For indeed there is but one Way
One eternal Truth among the cosmos
One perfect Life to which we all strive
Only made possible by this Hope

The Hope of all peoples

Another lifeless corpse
Added to the ever growing pile
Shells in which men once resided
But now they have gone on

The world is full of color
Artificial and dull
The universe is known
But none of it understood

The beauty of life
Is now a passed memory
For none yet remain
Of the old flesh and blood

Yes they have all gone on
Passed out of memory
Seeking eternal life
And in the end receiving darkness

Limitless and absolute

The bulwark of faith lay broken
Forsaken alone in far northern ice
Darkness crept in from far outer realms
Worlds so impossibly distant
They bore no resemblance to our own
Now the seals lie broken
The only barrier remaining
The jagged ice itself
Long ago the way north was shut
A cataclysm required
To stop one far greater
But it was only to serve as a delay
For now the ice was melting
And those hollow cities beneath it
Rekindled their foul lights
The long dark of the cosmos to beckon
And usher in the age of their god
That shadow that lay behind the eyes
The gnawing fear in the back of the mind
The dread waste Amylgmynon

The flames of half melted candles
Gently sway in the sanctuary
The air within is stagnant
Undisturbed since the last bell tolled
Perhaps she waited for him there
Years, even centuries but now she lies
With those that came before her
The cycle ended, he was too late
Or perhaps too early, for now he must wait
Until she returns to him there
In the distant eons to come

Streams of gold
Flow around
My wounded eyes
Down to the ground
A gift bestowed
A melted crown
Too much to bear
In darkness drowned
My vision blurred
Soon now to fade
I rest my head
Beneath the shade
Please remember
What still can be
Don't waste the world
On saving me

I've seen you out the window
The window to my soul
But you keep staring in
Knowing it's not whole

Sometimes I hear your voice
Distorted through the glass
Oh how I wish you'd stay
As long as I would ask

But I know that can't happen
You're just a passerby
I could never break the glass
No matter how I try

Yet even if I'm destined
To be apart from you
I'll close my eyes and dream
Of things that lovers do

And perhaps in far off sleep
I'll hold you close to me
Though you're far away
I hope that you will see

Through the window to my soul

Scan lines video three
Red white and yellow on the CRT
Pop the disc in drop the lid down
Had a bad day let's turn it around

I don't remember it well
But I remember it vividly
Cross legged in the living room
With you sitting next to me
My baggy tee shirt
And socks that don't fit
Your Overalls on
Full tomgirl kit
We played into the night
Until our thumbs were sore
Then went outside for minute
And came back for more

If I would have known
We were making memories
I wouldn't have skipped
On all the necessities

Nostalgia hits hard
Though it didnt show
Nostalgia hits hard
The moment you know
It was only yesterday
Twenty years ago
Now here we are
Where nostalgia hits hard

If I had know what love was
I'd have known I loved you
But all I loved then was Tekken
Metal gear solid and tenchu
I look back at those days
Seen through a scan line
What could have been
If we stayed in 1999

Nostalgia hits hard
Though it didnt show
Nostalgia hits hard
The moment you know
It was only yesterday
Twenty years ago
Now here I am
Hit by nostalgia so hard

He bares a name like his master
Unrivalled in the heavens
Perhaps a great scribe
Or something far more
His true nature
Remains yet a mystery
With his glory shrouded
And the flower of life in his hands

We sleep at the base of the mountain
Waiting for the path to be made
Through slopes and trees
Great boulders and caves
Back to the summit above
Yet as we wait the mountain grows
Every day whether an inch or a foot
Extending further into the sky
Unreachable and unattainable
We were promised soemthing greater
Than all those who came before us
And yet here we are
Below their accomplishments
With no way forward and no path up
To the summit of the mountain
We begin to understand
Something is missing
Something hidden or obscured
Whether by time or by purpose
And without this knowledge
Lost as it may seem
The glory of the summit
May never be revealed
So let us search now
Within and without
A hunt unending beyond what we know
That we might come at last
To stand atop that mountain
The birthright of us all

Grey seas lap methodically
On distant time worn shores
At the very edge of the world

On those shores has future past
And what has happened
Not yet come to be

A weathered wooden pier
Extends to meet the waves
Surrounded by churning vapor

A silhouette stands there alone
Looking out to the sea
Motionless as if a part of the scene

And soon it is gone
Enveloped by the thick fog
That rolls in endlessly

From those colorless seas

Drop down swirl around
The things you've felt
That can't be found

Know the world changes fast
The things we love
Don't ever last

Trust yourself but never wholly
The cruellest men
Thought themselves holy

A rising tide raises all ships

But a sinking ship
Only raises the tide
Ever so briefly

To speak is to order
To bring out of chaos
The form that should be
To bring structure
Out of the smoke of unconsciousness
This order is speech
The very Word we know called truth
It cannot be destroyed
Only hidden and feared
For it has always been
In the very beginning was the Word
The Word was with God
And the Word was God
There is one Word
As there is one truth
For they are the same
The Man Christ Jesus
The very Son of God

Mist and thick fog swirl
Green vines and plants
More vibrant than after rain
Eternally fruiting and pure
Insects buzzing and flying
Landing and waiting
Content in the shade of the trees
Light from above
Vines and leaves descend
Twisting gently into a crown
Which places itself on my head
From where it came I did not see
But I know by who it was sent
And I know that it is good

Born away on winged flight
From the city of fallen light
A child, an heir the hope of man
To guard him safe until there can
At last again, the kingdom come
To those in darkness, cold and numb
And to the world a beacon make
Resurgent man his throne to take

Awning Eve
I now must leave
Away from here
To somewhere distant

I hope I may
In time one day
Return to you
When the sun is older

Oh heaven
Above the soil
Where men do sweat
In endless toil
When will you
Descend from on high
To meet our tired
And weary eyes