and we die young

and we die young,

before we can jump,

before we can bleed,

before we can crawl upon our knees.

and we die young,

before we can laugh,

before we can cry,

before we can see birds fly and ponder why.

and we die young,

when lust is greedy,

when flesh is hot,

and id's are needy.

and we die young,

when we are born,

to regurgitate fallacy,

 our unborn.

and they died young.

Eternal Ever-lasting

stray,

stray from rivers deep,

rivers deep of opal apathy.

take it from me,

from me, and forever till,

till rivers tier and stand.

breath,

breath fresh elements,

elements of one; life.

turn back,

turn back too, given skies of waters shallow,

shallow was, but new suns rise over that cast none.

stray,

stray from rivers deep,

rivers deep of opal apathy.

take it from me,

from me, and forever till,

till rivers tier and stand.

breath,

breath fresh elements,

elements of one; life.

It won't be for ever,

only a moment in eternity,

eternal ever-lasting.

Self, Learned

As i fall, may my hands brace me,

let pebble and stone whisper pain.

As i fall, may my eyes stay open,

let light increase but not to consume.

As i weep, may my tears be pure,

let life sprout from pain released,

And as i fall let me be a lesson,

May you witness my rise; and self, learned.

Square Lips

Silent whispers through square shaped lips

Street light falls, behind pale vertical sticks.

Sunken body, upon wooden colored cloud, laid upon the floor,

Lights beam from square shaped lips and soar.

Blank papers, crackle, thrown away,

Square lips close, until another day.

Splendid

Splendid are the days when I find myself awoken by eyes of compassion,

Just as passion breathes air into my lungs, allowing me to breath

 and peal these weathered days from my flesh,

take these tired nights and wash them away…

As ink splashes across a page so too will my heart tremble across the stage.

Splendid are the days when I find myself happy,

Glad to just be awake,

To be alive…

To be able to be…

Yes, splendid are those days,

For tomorrow might be darkdays, empty and alone.

The Mountain

Upon this mountain,

I shall stand,

Awaiting grace and peace

In the sand,

Dug are my feet,

Preparing for the grand wave,

Dark  thick clouds over head,

But calm am I,

Anarchy consumes the lost,

So upon this maintain,

I shall wait,

Perched at the edge.

Beautiful

Alas, skies divide,

magnificence in righteous light emerge,

strong, powerful, overwhelming,

darkness flees… beautiful.

Seven figures, light dances around,

triumphant, their presence,

screams of repentance many do.

Prayers of rejoice, few…beautiful.

No Fruit

Shimmering reflections of a day that could be,

Reach falls short,

Calluses hold no grip or traction,

Filled with roads, hollow and arid;

Reach falls short again,

Pale colored steps race to the pinnacle,

Flesh on flesh, lay but still,

Empty trails, scorched lands hold no fruit.

My Heart

Although this is  not the end of my road,

I feel I am confided To the escapes of my mind,

Feeling these jagged walls Pressing tighter more and more,

This suffocation, Is too much to bare without your name…

I watch from distant skies as you,

Fall away…

Dull vision in empty picture frames,

They won’t fade…

I watch from distant skies as you,

Fall away…

I,

Will follow passions flame,

Until the end of my days,

For as long as the fires remain,

My heart will speak your name.

Fallen,

Away,

See past the skies…

Fallen,

Away,

See past the skies…

My Guitar {Revised}

Sitting home, once again in my chair; awaiting “the song” to come from my fingertips

from fingertips Longing for the song of songs, to achieve my goal; a purpose.

Like a monk I sit there, deep into meditation, thought wrapped around me waiting for the

stings to awaken and become vibrant.

As I switch the amplifier on my heart races just as fast; so close to achieving the sonic

lust I crave.

The tone I live for, the magestic cries from the bends of the metallic strings, the strikes

from the plastic pick to tense nickle.

Anticipation turns into ecstasy and I feel, alive.

Through the darkness my eyes burn bright with passion's flame and I am reborn.

Adrenaline surges through me, and for hours father time and I stand off, as light turns

into shadows, until it nears the time to retire.

As time walks around me, lost with in, the flame slowly withers; in need of rest 

for a new day.

I sit back down, taking in I have done, lean over to turn the amplifier off and slowly sit

back in my chair.

With a deep breath I lift my axe and place it back upon its throne; so that he too my rest;

for tomorrow shall be the day we create the song to build upon reality from dreams of

youth I hold on too, but for now dreams sit along side the guitar and I.

The Awakening

Awaken dear sleepers;
children of the wondrous age.
Shatter the walls of conformity;
and allow the individual to reign.
Bare strength in hope, and in peace;
and allow this darkened world,
to fall...

Stand tall,
arise to defend your mind,
let none but faith; sway you.
Value life,
arise to defend mankind,
let the wicked fall; for their hearts turn jaded.
Value love,
whisper words of wisdom,
to the future; for young minds are betrayed.

So this, be the awakening; of today.
So we as one, can be enlightened; as shadows fade.

Prepare,
for the reckoning bares presence,
the shadow from a close horizon; you have been warned.
Thirst from truth,
on the shores of a new age,
self fulfillment; self proclamation.
Un-ending,
must the opposition stand,
for life is beauty; from which we have been disconnected.

My Guitar

Sitting home, once again in my chair; awaiting “the song” to spew from my fingertips.

Longing for the song of songs, to achieve my goal; a purpose.

Like a monk I sit there, deep into meditation, thought wrapped around me waiting for the strings to

awaken and become vibrant.

As the amplifier turns on my heart races just as fast; so close to achieving the sonic lust I crave,

The tone I live for, and the feeling that I would surly die for.

Then from silence comes a roar that could only be heard, in my mind, on the grandest of battle fields;

With the loudest of war cries; alongside the sounding of the seven trumpets.

Anticipation turns into ecstasy and my drug, is hence forth shot,

 right into the veins of my being and I feel, alive.

Through the darkness my eyes burn bright with passion and my body as a whole transforms;

As if ready for battle; ready for glory.

Adrenaline surges through me and for hours as the clock watches me as shadows bleed through the

Window blinds from one side of the room to the other.

As time walks around me, lost with in, the flame slowly withers away in need of rest for a new day.

I sit back down, taking in what I have done, lean over to turn the amplifier off and slowly sit back in 

my chair.

With a deep breath I lift my axe and place it back upon its throne; so that he too my rest; for 

tomorrow shall be the day we reach fulfillment.

My Guitar

Sitting home, once again in my chair; awaiting “the song” to spew from my fingertips.

Longing for the song of songs, to achieve my goal; a purpose.

Like a monk I sit there, deep into meditation, though wrapped around me waiting for the stings to

awaken and become vibrant.

As the amplifier turns on my heart races just as fast; so close to achieving the sonic lust I crave,

The tone I live for, and the feeling that I would surly die for.

Then from silence comes a roar that could only be heard, in my mind, on the grandest of battle fields;

With the loudest of war cries; alongside the sounding of the seven trumpets.

Anticipation turns into ecstasy and my drug, is hence forth shot,

 right into the veins of my being and I feel, alive.

Through the darkness my eyes burn bright with passion and my body as a whole transforms;

As if ready for battle; ready for glory.

Adrenaline surges through me and for hours the clock watches me as shadows bleed through the

Window blinds from one side of the room to the other.

As time walks around me, lost with in, the flame slowly withers away in need of rest for a new day.

I sit back down, taking in I have done, lean over to turn the amplifier off and slowly sit back in my chair.

With a deep breath I lift my axe and place it back upon its throne; so that he too my rest; for tomorrow

shall be the day we reach fulfillment.