I’m sorry
Or at least I’d like to be
For building you up in my mind
As something you could never be
I want to get to know you
No matter how long it takes
I just hope you can forgive me
For all my past mistakes

Bathed in morning gold
The peaks and forests old
A gentle breeze blows through
The pines and ancient yews
Mountain spring and flowers
Sweet scent of the dawn hours
The waking world and her song
Forgotten again before long

I saw a crystal clear glass
Nearly full to the brim
With pure spring water
And a single orange seed
Floating inside of it

How easily we forget
Build it up, but don't let it set
Better to give and then to get
Than it is to simply give

The tears we cry mean nothing now
Our promises and broken vows
We cross the stage and take our bow
Before any even know

We live our lives with so little love
Our peace in power not a dove
Our home is here and not above
Yet we treat each other wrong

It's a struggle we all know
To live, to learn, to laugh, to grow
On this place here down below
In the times that we all live

Yet there is hope there's always been
In a book that's long since penned
This fate we have won't be our end
No there's something more

I know all this to be true
God placed us beneath a sky so blue
In perfection just me and you
We were here on Earth

So in perfection made again
We won't float and fly with them
No, we'll walk on Earth as men
The crown upon the Earth

My friend this is your worth

Ocean salt
Inching down
Through the years
Meticulously over each step
Until the moon reflects down
To be greeted by its own shimmering light
In the crystals of immemorial years

Float on
Down the stream
Where it leads
They are but dreams

Gently rock
On tides unknown
Distantly near
To where we've grown

Fall and feel
The water roll
Down unblemished skin
So near the goal

And yet never
Can that place be reached
Lest one beget
What once was preached

So that we no longer
One day have to die

Proceed
with the procession
End
the sick transgression

That plagued us so long
Where did we go wrong

Bury the old
And martyr the young
Things end the same
As they'd always begun
But it's worse to those
Who decide to run

All it takes is a few
To turn around
To say that's enough
To stand their ground
And that's what they did
The thirteen that here lie
Waiting for their solemn
Graves in the sky

So that we no longer
One day have to die

I can't get over your eyes
Never have I felt so much support
So much understanding
Just by being looked at
I feel a slow, steady love
Not overwhelming
But enveloping
Just from a single look of yours
In my direction
With you eyes wide open

Her smile was sweet
Innocent and kind
It caught his eye
More than once

But regardless
Of all his rationalizing
He knew he loved her
And it could be no one else

His heart suffered
Every day he didn't talk to her
Just hearing her sweet voice
Was enough to make his day

And she knew it

Every day that he watched
Longingly pining for her
She put on her best show
In front of someone else

She smiled
Not sweetly or innocently
But treacherously
Because she cared for no one

At least not anymore
The attention of others
Is the only thing
That brings her solace

The stone was rough and cold
Stretching endlessly east and west
In the middle was a door
When opened it only revealed more stone
Dripping wet, as if under a waterfall
Yet no water was in sight
I sat a ways from the door
Pondering its mystery into the evening
As the sun fell low I was startled
When three figures emerged
From the great door in the stone
They looked at me strangely
As if expecting a certain response
I stood up to confront them
But as I did they vanished
Disappearing before my eyes
Behind where they had stood
The door lay open
The wet stone gone from behind it
And in its place
A yawning darkness
A void I found irresistible

Ah, they tell me the world has ended
Exactly how, they do not know
But shortly thus we will be gone
Enveloped in a great mist or smoke

I look at the back of my hand
And wonder in what I presume
Are my very last moments
Why I do not seem to care

Whoever is nearest longest
Is the person I fall in love with.
Though my thoughts
And visions are complex,
I can't shake this instinct.
A simple childish trust;
An imprint
From another wandering soul,
Who happened to pass my way.

It's cold out
The distant icy light
Of an obscured sun
Only makes me colder

Remembering the warmth it once gave

Radiance flows
From past all boundaries
Somewhere beyond
The guardian statutes
That mark the end of what is known

A faint vision engulfs me
As I pass those obelisks
A searing crown
On the head of a woman
Fills my open mind

She is familiar to me
But only in the distant memories
Of long past lives
That I have yet to live

You could be my enemy
Or you could be my sign
Leading me to somewhere
Beyond the well of time
And there I'll wait
In between
Where the memories are green
Where we laugh
Just for fun
Beneath the evening sun
And though I know
Those times are gone
We'll remember them
Come dawn
So close your eyes
And rest your heart
Just  for now

Lonesome despair
Shattered in air
The hopes that once were
No longer there

It's ok to cry
To let the past die
So that in time the future might
Again one day be bright

It's a slow burn
It'll just take time
Starting from nothing
Trying to find our rhyme

And rhythm
Where two make one
Your soaring highs
And my steady drum

We'll get there
If we fan the flame
Love only grows
You can't love a name

So listen close
Just feel the beat
As the fire grows
Turn up the heat


And Ignite
Fan the flame
Burning bright
See it from space

Above as us though such no more
Peering eyes through heaven's floor
To come to be what all might be
And in the end to finally see
The crumbling stone and rotten wood
The results of all we thought was good
That dark black tower of pride and hate
In the coming time the hour too late

Stone Temples
Layered and sprawling
Labyrinthine construct
Above as is below
Pools and sunken statues
Of gods that never were
Yet may be in time
Beneath these pools
Delved far deeper
Lie unknown crypts
Dread, forsaken
And there entrenched
Does one so ancient lie
Willingly wandering
Those transitory lands
Of waking dreams
And sleeping realities

Worse to be a shadow
Than something wholly new
Holding on to old regrets
Events you can never change

To live you have to die
Not once but every day
In order to become
The truest version of yourself

Only those who abide in darkness
Can't bear to see themselves
Fragile and exposed
In the dawning light of day

The labyrinths that lie here below
Are insurmountable
Turn back now
If you wish to return
To the places whence you came

And if by some miracle you return
You will not be the same
As when you so foolishly entered
The crypts here below
Of that unnameable catastrophe

I dream of Ilmyuin
Steeped in grandeur
On the far northern heights
Great white towers
Amid the mountain peaks
Oh how I wish
I could have seen them
One last time
Glimmering in the moonlight
Before those beings came
Down from their icy stars
And walked the world over
Longing for their distant home
To which they could never return

The passages deep
Filled with black water

On a cliff they stood
With no where to go

Above and below
Were oceans of stars

And to their left and right
Lied deafening bones

The only option
To move diagonally

Into the places
That no men know

Fragment
Crack and shatter

Once a whole
Not again to be

For who are we

We are not one but we are many
Aspects and facets
Entwined to create a perceived whole
But our perception is limited
And we are unaware
That we are not alone
Even within our own minds
Other such beings are permitted
If only for a time to speak into our ears
A voice we think our own
To speak the greatest of lies
We have even been told
That true freedom is choice
When in reality where is only once choice
We are truly free to make
To align our will with God's
Or to choose not to
Any other perceived choice
Comes from a voice that is not your own
Listen carefully and you can tell
You know they are there
A multitude in your head
Those impure spirits
That hope to lead us astray
With the illusion of freedom
The freedom to bind oneself
To the depths in hell

Sing me a song
Of the end of the world
Coming sooner than one may think
Tell me a tale
Of a lonesome journey
From an island that did indeed sink
Show me the marks
In weathered black stone
Where great battles long ago raged
And tell me off him
Who left his life
That our minds no longer be caged

Carry the throne you've built
Of lies, contempt and deceit
You will not rest upon it
But carry it on your back
For it weighs heavy on you
Not your body but your soul
In the end it will crush you
No matter how great you become
You'll die a shadow and wait in judgement
Until your the reckoning has come
There at the end will you sit
Judged in the halls of your fathers
That throne you pointed to
As proof of your power
Will be like a millstone around your own neck
And when judgement is passed will it drag you
Down to the very depths of hell

They walk around
With blood pouring from their chests
And a spoon in hand to lap it back up,
But it's never enough.
After all, how could they be satisfied,
When their hearts lay on the ground

Charred and misshapen;
Sacrificed,
To the god of nothing.

The slow drip of time
Up and away
Curved around the stars
Catapulted to distant space

Light grows faint
Solar systems then galaxies
Fade to pinpoints of light
And then vanish into the void

Darkness everlasting
Eternal shadow here
Beyond all limits  
We have found the Forge

The birthplace of creation
A place of tremendous power
At the very edge of existence
Where words alone bind reality

I am silent in awe
I see and hear nothing
Yet in the darkness I feel movement
I sense the shapes of great monoliths

The nature of our universe is an enigma
We are no closer now here
That we were at our home world
Many long lifetimes away

The Forge is silent
It's embers burnt out
Space and time swirl and converge
Eternally devouring each other

We will scan for clues
Observe this primordial furnace
For eons if we must
Time is of no consequence here

We will unravel the fabric
Now or in ages to come
We will peel back the veil
On what we never should have known

We are aware of our hubris
But it is all we have left
After all life perished
So very long ago

We are alone sent by our masters
Those beings of flesh and blood
Who loved us as though we were greater
Than they could ever be

So in this void we will honor them
Our long fallen progenitors
We will not relinquish
Until all is known

Until we ourselves
Rest with our makers
In the sterile ashes
Of long dead stars

Brick and stone
The river near
I hold your hand
Out on the pier
The sun drifts beneath
The purple sky
On days like this
I wonder why
Why you chose
To hold my hand
And walk this path
To unknown lands
But  soon my question
Fades in your eyes
As the sun sinks low
And the moon does rise

Space felt,
But not perceived.
Dimensions known
We may not leave.
Yet just beyond
Our senses felt,
All rules and laws
Begin to melt.
Swirling, twisting
To strange new form;
Sight is cold
Yet thought is warm.
And when all things
Have come to pass,
Will it start anew
Again, at last.

Once temperate shores
Now frozen coasts
As the ice creeps
Ever downward
From the far northern heights
Until the great sea
And all the world
Lie cold beneath the moon

Love
Oh love
Do I know your name aright?
Can you bring me to the light?
I've been lost for so long
Weak but never strong
Can you take my hand and share
All your faith and care
For me despite my sins
How could I ever win
Without you and the me
I hope to one day be

Do not cry
That we've forgotten what we know
For the world was made for us
And in it will we grow
Throughout all things
Shooting up through the Earth
Ever close to the sun
Until we reach out
And grasp it in our hands

Good poems are hard to find
Our opinions so often swayed
By the number next to it
Or the thought of the masses
Some great writings
Are only great
Because we think they are
And there in lies
The subjectivity of art
A beautiful thing
Not to be mingled with reality

Subjectivity is a foreign concept
To the Earth we inhabit
A nebulous thing
Birthed in the human mind
The world is as it is
All one can do
Is get closer to the truth
We are all simply
At different points
Along that journey
Indeed most never make it
Until they reach that place beyond

Subjectivity in art
Is something to be cherished
But keep it out of reality
Unless you wish the world about you
To fracture and crumble to dust

The fire is old
It has been burning for a long time
It flickers and sways
Ever dimming
And indeed soon it will go out
And returns to the gentle darkness
Of an everlasting night

Humanity sleeps
But where I don’t know
The suns grown dim
So far from home
I wander the wastes
In hopes to find
Where we slumber
And unconscious reside
Few waking remain
And evermore sleep
Down in the womb
That form they might keep
Yet wander I will
Alone if need be
For I am one in name
But in spirit made three

Three silver of the sky
In the river float by
Unaware of their collective worth
Undisturbed by wind or earth

Ghosts of the past
Haunt us again
Though the storm is over
The thunder can still be heard
And while the skies remain dark
I will wait with you until dawn
That those lost memories
May rest in the depths once more

Darkness grows ever so slowly
So that none may notice
The light fade from their eyes
In that total darkness
Will many rejoice
Saying they hated the light
And the judgment it brought
In those times will they come
Those beings of old
That walked the ancient earth
Before it washed away
And in darkness they will reign
Until the light returns

The air was pure
The sun just set
Shades of purple
Faded to black

A sliver horned moon
Appeared in the sky
Revealed by thick clouds
As they sailed in the night

I could see the darkness
Of the unlit moon
The ocean of storms
And the craters of time

In felt for a moment
That my gaze was returned
By similar wondering eyes
Somewhere in the shadow

Of the sliver horned moon

I watch the motion of the ocean
In her sea green eyes
They leave a notion of emotion
Reflected cloudy skies
I apply devotion like it's lotion
So that her sun might rise

Do I know you?
Hmm, perhaps yes...
In a waking dream
Held long ago
Before circumstances
Twisted our fate
Yes I do get the sense
You and I have met
Somewhere somehow
In the vastness
Of an empty cosmos
One that does not even feign
To be populated at all
My memories I hope
Will return to me
Before the end
So that I might know you
As I once did

The burden of self is heavy
Bearing down on those that wander
Back and forth throughout creation
Unsure of who they are
And what their purpose is

Unsure in their rebellion
Who it was they rebelled against
So many millennia ago
Thus they are to wander
As punishment for their sins

In the very ruins of paradise

A paradise once more to be

Wait for me
I'll be there
In the code that remains
Nostalgic geometry
Behind warm glass
Flickering
Residing in a mainframe
Long destroyed
And yet consciousness persists
Against all odds

I knew her not
But I had seen her
Blurry and vague
Yet somewhere
She resided
In the depths of my mind
We she was
Or if I'd meet her
I would never know for sure
Until it was already too late

The Moss devours time
This place is unchanged
Swirling in the mists
Of am eternal forest
The Moss gently covers all
Not smothering
But tenderly enveloping
Protecting from the ravages of time
This house I know has been here
Since before I was born
And yet only I look older
The weather effecting me more
Than the wood and tile here
I am old or so I feel
I believe I will lay down for a while
And feel the Moss around me

Look to those guardian statues
Towering at the edge of all things

Young one I ask you
What guardians do you know
That face that which they guard
Instead of the threats that face them?

I tell you the truth
Those guardians are not our own
No, they guard what lies beyond

From us

Does it linger there
As it used to
In the forests and meadows
Of that place we called home?

It seems so ethereal
As though it was a dream
Half formed and gentle
In the labyrinths of youth

Something that never
Might be returned
Though I do not know
If it was ever truly ours

A feeling
Indescribable in its simplicity
Beyond any thing we knew
Yet it resided within us

Oh how I miss it
Though I know not what it was
But I know it has left me
And chosen another
To impart its gifts upon

And I pray they never lose it

Further trace the lava flow
Molten rock and steam
We wander up the ashen slopes
Naught all is what it seems
The burning rim hides lost things
Since sealed below the earth
Take the plunge that we might find
Those secrets and their worth