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.