Have you ever noticed
that the trend is sadness?

No smiling, no lying, no living?
No anything.

But it's not like that,
my heart cant shrug happiness.
Shielding off madness,
I am inspired.

A domino pile are my notebooks
and the bottom thoughts
hold my wand.

Unleashed with certain and schemes,
the past asking what ends meets means.
Walking somewhere
going through,

But be careful to slay the monster,
what a story can become.
Once the swift master,
now a slave to my dog.

The Archer and Orion,
Apollo and Venus shining.
Battle for my sake.

It is, there minds and souls
weaved from foxed cloves
the slip in space and rhyme.

Just in my skin as a stitch
and storm to sailor's plight,
"Oh my captain, Ishmael
Sank into the night!"

Leaning Tower now breaks
inside,
opened window to the sunrise.


Tap. Tap.

Went the sound of ink,
Ocean breathes me
I breathe the sea
princess and
pea

In the night, those shadows come alive. So little do i know about this heavy doubt.
Cold wind biting the heart. Trying to figure out where I've been.
Dark winter pulls me closer, now theres a place i'm thinking into the air.
A voice calling, "Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?"

Nothing is as it seams, just as beauty leans from the earth in a sunset--a harp for the soul to sing.
But You are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at her self
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
And if you want to know truth retire of solving riddles.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel,
back into dreams.

Ay, my bow rests on my chest.
There is the flame spirit among a starry mountainside.
Oh it was but yesterday we met in a dream. You watched as I built a ship towards your shore.

My spirit goes wandering upon the wind, off to the desert sands, deep beneath the ocean's sound.
I am the gypsey and the fortuneteller, liken an honest thief. No I'm the myth builder and dream master.

who laughs with me when I destroy,
the sand castles of my innocence. The
sun warming my back just as the wicked, and drawing my image locked in a shadow.

Here the soul a battlefield, where
reason and passion become one.
they are the sails of my seafaring soul.

There I found the naked body of my dreams, in silent sleep my spriit walked the path.
I am the star-gazer who feels the power of endlessness, Aware of timelessness and
neverending space. The love in me still
present amidst the scattered fires that
burn in black ink.

Just as the caveman draws his fears on lost walls, speaking of misfortune and
treasures gallore.  A fantom ghost in Hade's Fate.
Now my ship wanders forever on a pearlous course but never sinking.

Man lives on the surface with protected structures
against all foreign object of seperate opinions.
you see, we have a lighthouse that makes us see
into the stormy night of dreams,
Is there life on Mars or is it just me?

And this flood, this flood is slowly rising up, swallowing the ground Beneath, my feet, Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition! So I'll swim, I'll swim as the water rises up, sun is sinking down and now. All I can see are the planets in a row suggesting it's best that I slow down this nights a perfect shade of

Dark blue, dark blue
                 Have you ever been alone
                                              in a crowded room
when I'm here with you
                 I said the world could be
                                        burning and burning
                                                        down


'Cause I found some kind of fairy....tale
reason and rhyme forgotten
I am the Writer;