The old stonework is as solid as it has ever been
Though cracks can now be seen
And chipping at the edges
Before, I looked up at this grand cathedral
In awe and wonder of its architecture
Its grand spires and arched doorways
Though now I look beyond it
West, to the rolling hills and meadows
The wind swept woods and quiet streams
Amid the fox dens and bird nests
There I long to rest; to close my eyes and dream
Until evening begins to fall and golden light gently slips
Between the leaves and branches of the canopy above
When the sky is is bathed in royal purple
Then will I awake and return to my home in peace

I fashioned it
From wood and clay
With gold and rubies
Did I inlay
That image crude
So I could pray
To something I could see

The tool I made
Did serve me well
And in return
I knelt and fell
Down to my knees
At sounded bell
That I might repay

Now in my age
I fashion again
A deeper image
Than that of men
Inlaid with gold
As it was back then
An image of myself

Though now no longer mute
My will is absolute

Do they know yet
Of what might come
When the seas receed
And the earth succumbs

When the sun sets last
And the stars fade away
When the night has come
And the moon turned grey

That those things which sleep
Below the murky waves
Might rise again
From their sunken graves

To walk the still earth
As they once had done
In a long distant age
Before the birth of the sun

I've felt it below
The hum of engines
Far off and distant
Half ethereal
As if the ghosts
Of long forgotten dreams
Silently churning
Calling out to me
Beckoning me below
And there I do not know
What I will find
Or what will find me
But journey I must
To the Under Earth
Lest that steady hum
Engulf my soul

Of graves there are three
At the edge of those woods
Never more never less
Throughout the ages

Whom they honor
None living know
Save for those who wander
At night alone

Beneath the once shattered moon

Walk the hills and fields of gold
The secret things yet to unfold
For if we seek and call aloud
The sun will come and part the clouds
Revealing all great things not shown
Hidden things hitherto unknown  
The wonder of something strange and new
Of things forgotten brought forth again too
All these and more than can be guessed
To us and ours will be hence blessed
If we but seek with all our hearts

Do you remember
The way that things were
How we took it for granted
Thinking it would last forever

I know you remember
Though you'd rather not
The good times we had
When we were both young

I hope I remember
Though it hurts me to
I want a reminder
Of that simple sweet love

A love supportive
Accepting but cautious
Something we both needed
Desperately and we knew it

I just hope we can remember
Though we can never capture
That feeling again
I pray that we might try

There is a heaven always on the horizon
Distantly visible by the naked eye
From any place on the surface
One can see its shimmering towers
Swaying and sparkling
As if in a mirage
They say long ago someone left
On a lifetime journey to reach that place
It is not known or said
If they ever arrived
But all who tell the story
Collectively hope
That such a thing could be done
Even by a mortal man
Some that tell this tale
Said he was aided along the way
By one of those great beings
Terrible to belong yet full of grace
When his knees fell to the earth
And he could go on no more
They carried him to the gates
Of that distant heaven
Whose true nature before or since
Has never been beheld

Swirls of indeterminate grey
Rose up to the sky in plumes
Thick as if they where solid
Obscuring the heavens above
Mirroring the earth below

Before me a tree descended
Down from the living smoke
Full and barren it branched out
Firmly rooted in the grey above
She sat there in its crook

Upside down she starred into me
My very bones felt feeble
Beneath her piercing gaze
She seemed young, though
I knew she must be older than time

She never spoke a word
Though I could feel
Spider like whispers
Crawling in my mind
Thoughts that were not my own

I could feel the intrusive thoughts
Building a web in my mind
Encasing and obscuring
All while she looked on
With her dark yet youthful eyes

I knew that very soon
I would be no more
At least not the me I was now
But it was too late I told myself
My defenses had already eroded

Then she spoke
Not in whispers or hidden things
But clearly within my mind
Though her lips did not move
She pierced the growing shadow

And welcomed me home

Before the darkness engulfed me

There is a name made known to all
But what it means has been forgotten
Even by those who speak it

In that one name all are saved
Receiving not just forgiveness
But the remission of all evil

The power of that single name
Is the same as the individual
The great one who bore it

That name was given to us
Those who believe it's power
Doing all that He did

Casting out all unclean spirits
Healing all by that name
The signs that accompany it's preaching

Why then do we not see it
This promised power
Displayed in ages gone by?

Oh you of little faith
Do you not know that faith comes by hearing
And hearing by the word of God

Faith is simply this
Believing that word in your heart
Not just in your head
Then acting upon it
Being sure of what you hope for
And certain of what you do not see

If you believe that name
Which is the name of Jesus
That is Yeshua the Annointed One

If you truly believe it
And do not doubt in your heart
In your heart, that is your spirit

Those signs will follow you too
So stop doubting and believe
Do not wait for a sign

You are the sign
The signs are done through you
You are the body

Of the One called Christ
It's time to act like it
Don't wait on God for this

He is waiting on you
To believe in the  true power of that name
And to act on it

A dream, a memory
Seen afloat
Down river banks
And sides of boats
Long lost and lonesome
But ever cheerful
It carries on
Never fearful
For it knows to be
Is still to hope
Thought it may not see
The greater scope
Yet it floats along
On a path unknown
Hoping to be
No longer alone

I know you're short
But I love you so
From your long black hair
To your feet below
And it'll be ok
If you never grow

Because the size of your heart
Makes up
For your height

And when you're near
My soul
Takes flight

When it's all wrong
You make
It alright

So won't you stay
With me
Tonight

It takes much more faith
To believe the universe came from nothing
For no reason at all,
Than it does to believe it came from something
For a purpose.

The Flame is dull
Calm hues of lilac and amaranth
Soon it will diminish
And fade into the west
Great voyages and hunters
Will seek it in distant lands
They desire it covetously
That they may reignite
The first city below
Little do they know
The flame is not what they think
And its forced return
Will doom them all
For the moon looms ever closer
It quivers and shakes
Eager to break apart
And rain down upon the earth

I will not entertain
The idea that we never met
There's no such thing
As a happy little accident

We were meant to be
Which is why I crossed the waves
Just to see your face
Because I know it saves

Me from who I'm not
But the me I might become
Darling you saved me
Even if it might sound dumb

And I know the Lord Has his ways
Though who are we to know
That something started selfishly
Could cause so much to grow
The great wide world ebbs and flows
All with reason this I know
Standing with you here my love
It really just goes to show

That there's no

Happy little accidents
Ideas that we never met
No there is no such thing
No thought that I will entertain

There is purpose for us here
What it is will be made clear
Just close your eyes and sing with me
This simple tune and Melody

Heavenly skin
But inhuman flesh
Tender and kind
The whispers
Of a succubus
the forbidden fruit
Men dare not reach
Lest they fall
Into terrors unknown

I've found
That art is not subjective
We are subjective
Trying desperately to feel
To grasp at the intimation
That being is not wholly physical
And that there is a higher form
Just beyond our reach
A form our souls may sense
Vague though the sense may be
Art is the pursuit of such a form
Any art that does not adhere to that form
Is vanity of the highest order

I saw fires fall
But it was only words
I felt the earth shake
But it was only fear
I heard trumpets blast
But it was just the wind
And in that wind
There was a calming voice
One like a clear sky
Reflected in still waters

The voice spoke
And I said nothing
For in its tone I heard
That it already knew me
My hopes and fears
All of my weaknesses
I could do nothing
But shed a tear

When the voice had spoken its last
Neither it nor I
Were anymore to be found

It was certainly strange when we found them
No chemistry or reasoning prove its cause
But from first sight every natural inclination vanished
Two species separated by an endless void
Were inextricably connected at their very core
No wars or struggles among them
But a deep subconscious understanding
And a desire to benefit the other
This cosmic bond led us to reach new heights
To come to the very edge of all understanding
But as with all things, when something grows too bold
To confident in its endevours
A force comes in to put it back in its place
And so they came
From where or when unknown
Some say from beyond the very universe we itself
And they dismantled all our acheivments
World after world
Millennia of records and knowledge
Gone in an instant to darkness
The connection between them
Broken, shattered like glass
And the companions hunted to extinction
One by one the stars went out
As the scourge crossed creation
Coming at last to our home
The very place of our birth
A blue green marble on the edge of space
The birth place and resting place of a curious species
Who reached out too far into the darkness
But who were not forgotten
And in long distant futures
Might one day return
With the help on an ancient ally

A martyr desecrated
For the study of sickness
Scholarly hubris
Awakened the hunters
Out of their tombs
Broken and fractured
They hunt again
Heading the call
The ice is melting
In far northern lands
What was once sealed
Is freed at long last
The savior is dead
Mummified and embalmed
His service meaningless
Against human pride
The savior is dead
Long live the night

Detach
Eject
Remove the panels
To reveal a void
Circuitry and wires
Long defunct
Now something more
Yet where and when
Is unknown

Nothing can be the way you want it
Struggle and difficulty will not cease
To be at all is the great spurned honor
To feel all pains and laugh them away

Smoke, thistle and gnarled tree
The way we walk is one of three
The road up high, the one down low
And the middle part that most do go
Few did know and fewer now still
That all three ways have their fill
Of danger, joy, hope and hate
Only to tell once it's too late
What path it was they traveled on
When at the end they stand at dawn
At the gates of heaven
Or in the valley of death
All roads we take lead the same place
The only difference made
By the one who walks the path

Pick me up; stain my soul
With gold and lacquer
Make me whole

Skillful hands gently piece
Me back together
So the pain might cease

Accentuate my fatal flaws
With golden Ichor
Expose my cause

That I might at last be renewed
And despite my faults
Perfection exude

The waters were deep and still
As far above as they are below
Waste and void were  all that was
Darkness was over the Earth
A lone spirit stood above the waters
Silent for but a moment
An eternal moment before time began
Then the spirit spoke
And darkness undid itself
The waters split apart
To reveal dry land
The sun, moon and stars
Blinked into being
The Earth and the planets
Their orbits began
Trees and plants sprung
Up from the dry ground
The fish and the birds
Filled the seas and the sky
Animals roamed
The newly formed land
All was complete
But this was not enough
That spirit then planted a garden
To the east of the river
And in that garden by hand
Formed a new creature
In the same way of that spirit
Was the new creature made
Unlike any other beast of the field
That creature was man
The lord of the earth
That creature called man
The companion of God
Two that are one
In the way of their maker
Who Himself is called Us
When He spoke before time
Upon His creation
God looked and was glad
For all was good

Oh that we will return
From here East of Eden
Back to the mountain
Of the Lord our God

Love, will you grow with me
As we become who were supposed to be
Will you follow close always at my side
Despite life's waves and turning tides
Will you be the partner that I don't deserve
The one to guide me and calm my nerves
Will you Love, with your heart and soul
Be with me and make me whole
You're the only one I see
Love will you marry me

These flaws aren't in your body
They're buried in your soul
And it will take years of work
To make yourself whole

Of course it will be difficult
All things significant are
Don't worry if you cry
On a journey that goes so far

Because in that great distance
Lies a soul at ease, content
Happy and knowing truly
They did what they had meant

I've heard the words
Of other minds
I've crossed the boundary
Where mundane defines
All that we are
And all we do
We know nothing yet
Pretend we do

I ask you to stop
For a moment and pray
No memorized whispers
You learned on Sunday  
Stop what you're doing
Take your time alone
Admit to your weakness
You're worn to the bone

It's ok to be weak
But pray to be strong
It's ok to be foolish
It doesn't take long
To feel a fire burning
However faintly so
To know that when praying
You are not alone

A simple prayer
Prayed earnestly and often
Has far more power
That one could ever know

Ever darkly shades of night
Dreamed of things
In whispered flight
Flutter, flaunter
Between the stars
The retrograde dance
Known to mars
And there they'll shimmer
Though distant and dim
Among the heavens
And planet rims
And when darkness comes
The light to fade
They'll dance again
Their retrograde

Despite the worm eaten pages of the book
The hang drawn images still held my awe
Though I could not read the text
The illustrations drew me into a world
A dark one much like my own

Adorned on those pages
Were thirteen figures dressed in black
But the images gave them no evil connotation
As auras of a pale white light
emanated from the cloaked beings

In dark and dizzying chasms it showed them
Evidently searching for something
But one by one through their journey
They fell up to the darkness
Never as themselves seen again

Though their loses great
They carried on until but three of them remained
Sensing their imminent doom
Preformed a dazzling rite
Though what its effects were I couldn't say

The final half molded page of the book
shows those there figures sitting as stones
Down in that abysmal place
Far below some long forgotten city
To the far northern wastes past the plains

No one believed such tales as this
Many disregarded them wholly
Not even giving it the title of fairy tale
As they said "At least a fairy tale
Has a moral or lesson to learn"

But I treasured the worn old book
And it resonated with me
In a way I don't fully understand
I often find myself wondering
Where those thirteen lie buried

Perhaps waking or dead
Below the surface of the earth

The cup I see
Filled with tea
Though I don't know
If it is for me
So I suppose
I'll leave it be

Ah, sweet seabed
Beneath the twilight dark
Where once dry land
Now only shattered hearts
And there below the waves
Churning black and grim
Shall all come to rest
When the sun grows dim

A faint orange light
Flows in through the shades
Almost fragile
As if aware
That soon it will fade
To deeper hues
Until it vanishes
Giving way to the tranquil silver
Of a long coming night

I write for someone
Though I know not who
It could just be for me
Or maybe it's for you

Maybe you alone
Truly know and understand
The words that pour out
Of my head into my hands

Maybe you alone
Think of my poems in the dead of night
When all the world is quiet
And the moon is your only light

Or perhaps your are no one
A figment of my mind
Though I'd like to think you're real
And our fates are intertwined

Cry out to me
And me alone
Let me take your burdens
As you take mine
Let me hold you close
For both our sakes
And when the morning comes
Though grey clouds linger
let us start anew
Confident in ourselves
And in each other

Touched
Once to the head
Twice
Lightning to my spirit

The flame will be rekindled
Lit but two blinks ago
By the one who watched the deep
When the seas were yet unruly
Indeed it must be so
Before war might come
An inverse of the heaven's
Seen by no human eye

I think I'm doing well
But then I fall flat on my face
I always try my best
Or maybe not
I can't tell anymore

I try so hard
Not to expect failure
But even at my most optimistic
The dark tendrils of doubt
Always creep into my mind

I want just once
To succeed at the game
That I never seem to win
Though the first step
Is knowing my mistakes

And I'm not even
Good enough at the game
To know where my faults are

The blood-laden Moon drips
Slowly, lethargically
Like molasses to the Earth
Flooding the streets
And the countryside
In a thickening haze
And flooding the mind
Even more so
Until we are not our own
But the instruments
Of prediluvian things
The forces that once ruled
The primordial waters
And wish to bring about
The age of the sea once more
An endless ocean
Under a blood red Moon

E’en Then may it be

that in the end I am set free

From all man’s schemes and dark desires

His rotten crypts and black walled towers

The very ones that compose my heart

My body, soul and inmost parts

I hope for this because I know

A light will come that no star shows

No sun or moon in a receding sky

And then on Him I’ll lay my eyes

The Word that was and has at last

Returned and held His promise fast

To cleanse the Earth and make it new

To rule on high and to imbue

His Spirit once more forever to be

Within our hearts eternally

I cannot bear this burden alone
But in your eyes I find my hope
My body goes on but please carry my soul
I'm tired now and broken threefold
Lift my eyes so that I may not see
The shadow and death beneath my feet
Hold my hand until we reach that place
Where once I dreamed in sleeping state
And where I again at last will rest

Budding groves
In fields of yore
Where sun and moon
Doth set no more
Where stars and wonders
Burn ever bright
And dreams unknown
Take wingless flight

A fabled cathedral
Built on the Deep
Unknown to all
Save by sleep
Where wanderers gather
From ages far flung
To rest and to listen
For the Bell to be rung
And when it does toll
Will they worship in vain
Not for lack of faith
But for lack of great pain
To atone for their sins
Do they sleep yet awake
In hopes they they might
Their father's curse break
But the Deep rings its call
So somber and sweet
Like the call of a siren
That no man can defeat
Sweetly it whispers
Perfumes to the mind
In an instant to change
In a moment to bind
Those souls of wanderers
Beneath the stars of sleep
That they might trudge and fall
Into the maw of the Deep

As indeed the first one did

The need to be together
I get only once a night
In the long and murky hours

Before sleep finds its way to me


My thoughts lay still
And in the darkness there
My heart takes over my mind

And I dream of being by your side


Yet when the morning dawns
And my mind returns to me
I have no recollection

Of the memories my heart made


So I continue on the next day

Uncontrollably
Do they shudder in the dark
Outside the old wastes
Of Boedevon
Neither moon nor sun
Have touched that place
Since the last giant fell
In far southern sands

Only those creatures
Hideous and ******
Still linger there
Ever resentful
Of what they have lost
though they cannot recall
What that may have been

I cannot love
I don’t know how
I do not live
In the here and now

I’m off somewhere
Distant and deep
Hiding myself
My secrets to keep

And none may know
Not even I
Why I keep
Telling such lies

Lies to myself
And lies to you
When I say
I don’t love you

They aren’t here anymore
But I see them
Towering, lumbering
To and fro
Ethereal and methodical
Carrying on
Their motions like clockwork
As if they had never left

Perhaps they never did
Or perhaps something more
Is at play in this strange,
Strange place

Around the bend and over the hill
Sit a handful of tombstones alone
On the edge of the wandering woods

Covered in moss fragile and ancient
No names grace those stone slabs
During the height of the day

Come the night of a crescent moon though
Something glitters across their surfaces
Inscriptions in characters no longer spoken

The mere sight of the glyphs
Fills any onlooker with a deep sorrow
As if a spell lays over the headstones

To communicate into distant ages
The pain that was once felt there
On the edge of those ancient woods

Where the moon shines brightest

The lapping of the gentle sea
Lulls me to sleep each night
By the salt encrusted pillars
Do I dream faint dreams of her
Though she has long since gone
And I will see her no more

Fallen in and twisted
distant eras and future space
Collide and break apart
Infinite ends and beginnings
Fold in on each other
Creating a grand kaleidoscope
A final flash of all things
The last display of an artful creation
Before the darkness returns
From the distant gulfs
In which it has waited
Since before the birth of the stars