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A World Away

Years pass by in a dreamy fog

Drowning myself in the inevitable,

Whispering to me through dreary seasons

Thoughts of things unattainable, 

Blinding me from my desires

With bright sparks of ideas inexpressible


How can there be a dark seduction
In such an innocent beauty?
 

Time sweeps the surface clean
Revealing the skeleton of an ideal
That we have neglected to feed
Putting on trial the motives
That have directed our needs
Measuring how much
We are willing to bleed
 

For such a cause that it is able to inspire
On the most meaningful grounds
 

Always a world away from happiness,
But I stretch my wings out towards you, my fate;
Let your solemn current lift me above myself,
To that place where I have found it all. . .

Contradictions

Do you enjoy the feeling

Of some great power detached from your conscience? 

That incompleteness; the enigmatic byproduct 

Of your vain pleasure. . .

Do you feel comfort deep in the void

That you have dug for yourself?

Is there any meaning in it all,

Anything relating you to the potent future?
 

Sometimes it's a strangling,
I know the feeling—
The forces that manipulate time and realization
Throwing you out of your realm
Into an unraveling conversion
 

Slipping in and out through waves
Of ecstasy and contemplation
You get to pretend if you want,
It won't matter to me…
 

And I could save a soul tonight
Yours. . . but you won't know it
Until it’s too late
 

Are you so vulnerable
As to follow a blind instinct
To no real destination, void of reason,
Through the silence and vacancy of your universe?
Does the world seem as welcoming
Through your scattered eyes? . . .
 

Is the night as real to your delicate senses? . . .
 

Can you feel your heart trying to break out of its cage?
 

It is as much a hope
As it is an escape,
I can see it in your eyes,
A fragile memory you hide in your carelessness,
The heart you try to keep in tune with your mind
 

. . . Counting every minute, down to the last fateful opportunity
While your dreams slowly become lost desires
And your love dissolves into a hollow longing
Destined to echo softly through the rest of time. . .

Beneath the Surface

It seems there are no words I can say

That can help you along 

I can’t help it when I turn to look for you

And you’re already gone

Every time you leave me here

I keep a little bit of you 

So I’m with you and you’re with me 

No matter where you go or what you do
 

Though I worry how the world will treat you
How it will effect the life you choose
It's deeper than just beneath the surface
Nothing even eyes can interpret
 

Where are you? 

Do you not want to be found?
You’re in my thoughts
But it's not the same when you’re not around
I’ve noticed the difference 

But I still can’t admit
How it empties me
When you mean what you say, even a little bit
 

Because you come and go
As if everything will wait for you
While it’s all busy changing
 

Every moment I try to grasp and take control
There is a force that silences my will
So that every desire becomes a slave to you
And time is gradually becoming scarcer
The more we try to keep up
The farther away from us it seems to elude
 

There is mysterious longing in your expression
Promise in the purity of your innocence
It all could be found

A Home Not My Own

A minute, a year, a time

This age, alone, the victim

Of anything once called 'mine'

Brother, sister, mother

I have not, I am alone

Father, friend, lover

Dead weight for this heart of stone


I don’t ever want to forget

The bliss between seasons,

The lucid air of summer days and nights,

The thoughts of future memories.


At least before the winter comes

I might see with more careful eyes


A home not my own

A song sung but never heard

Songs of rain and thunder

And sunshine, only afterwards


The signs unheeded,

Misleading and conceited

The power of reason and lines

No story to hide behind

To deny everything you ever needed

Glances stolen from a distance

Sold to the divine in an instant

The sweet persuasion of the unknown

Aiming right for the unguarded soul

And as always, gets lost in its own intent


A home I can call my own

This dream is one of love

Love for which I cannot yet provide a home

But I try with all the strength

Given to me from above

As she gives her youth away

I hope he treasures it as I would

Through time and tragedy

And that each promise is made

With the intention of being kept

Because God knows I can break a promise

But I'll never forget

Stray Dog Blues

When I come to the edge

No path left before my feet

All the world trembling in my hands

A nervous ball of mind and matter

But it is there, belonging to me

When I have gained enough

To understand a meaning beyond myself


It will not be long after when you will know

The eternity that ever-blossoms within me


I am a prisoner of my addictions

Blinded by a terrible stillness in me

I am a stray dog, unknown and undefeated

A lost crusader from many ages ago

Traveling through time and consciousness


When I am finished here

I need not worry where I am to go

I will be taken and existence will

Express itself through me once more

When I am lost, it always finds me

Weary from the struggles of mortality


And the sun keeps its promise

While I forget, distracted again

By the life it gives me


I am trapped in the vacuum of my own addictions

Tormented by a moment's helplessness


I am abandoned by the void itself

Put under the pressure of reality

Not knowing reasons why


When the well has run dry

And there is nothing that can satisfy

The protest within the verse

For you can't just fill the soul with words


When you look into my intemerate eyes

Revealing the truth I see in all the lies

It won’t take long for you to recognize

Yourself in I and the I in You

And the irreducible at the heart of existence

I hate that I want to kill myself.

Slowly. Sudden. 

Spiritually painful and meaningless.

I breathe in and out; my last breath will be on a bus,

The stale atmosphere of the working class is my fresh air anyway.


But I love it.

I love the sweet taste of just the idea of death.
Non existence.
I could savor it like passing through a peaceful garden
On a stone pathway, clean, soft and smooth,
Therapeutic to the blisters on my feet.
I could savor the smell of orchids in a distant meadow
Melting the inside of my nostrils,
With its force pushing and pulling beneath my skin, reminding me
Of life.
 

I hate that I want to live.
That I seek what I may never find
And that each step forward implies infinite hope
In everything that is possible.
Living itself is a protest in a world like this.
 

But I love it
I love the freedom and responsibility of reason and purpose,
And how my skin peels at the sight of a beautiful woman,
No matter how I try to control myself.

It is a little piece of time trapped in a lense
Through which the universe reveals itself.
Still, from a distance;
Busy, in the midst.
I love perceiving the world, with the wonder and curiosity
That guides and challenges my being to progress.
 

I love the many deaths that occur during a lifetime,
The many births of our selves, transformations of being;
How death completes and gathers life
Creating with what is left behind.
 

I adore the vanity of the world.
I am entertained by the childish politics of representatives.
I laugh with the truths professed by other minds.
I live in the death that I anticipate,
While I try to grasp life as it slowly evaporates
With it, the ambition and passion of youth .
 

I'll miss the end
Because I wanted it too soon,
But I'll live forever
Under the lonely blue moon.

All the Details Remind Me

Maybe I'm wandering

I'm wandering alone

Maybe I've lost my way

I'm lost and I don't know the way

Back home


So don't wait for me,

Because nothing is for sure
Only that I love you
 

I only hope it's not too late
Because there's a journey; 

A future waiting for me
And if I have to go it all alone,
I don't know what kind of man
I'd have to be
 

So if you see me out on the street,
Look in my eyes and you'll see that I'm lost
Without you
 

And everywhere I go
I see your face on every girl
I see you walk in all directions
I want to follow each of you's
Around the world


And into a different time
When everything is right
For me to love you
 

If I could share just one moment with you,
I would do what I can to make it last
And spread it out to fill all of our years
So I can spend the rest of my life
Making up for what we could've had
 

Because I never had much to give,
But I knew that what I did have,
I would give to you
 

And every single time
I feel that I said all there is to say,
All the details remind me
That the best parts cannot
Be expressed on a page. . .

How Things Change

How things change

What once was

Is no longer.

What you think is

Will, in time, be no more.

What will be. . .


How things change
Who you once were
You are no longer.
Who you think you are
Will, tomorrow, be someone different.
Who you want to be. . .
 

How things change
Even what I thought of you
Even what you think of yourself
Even every word that I want say
 

How things change
What once I saw,
My eyes fail to see now.
What I see now
I have never seen before.
And tomorrow. . .
I could be blind.
 

How things change
Where I have been
Is no longer known by the same name
Where I am now
Is not permanent
Where I will be. . .
 

How things change
Even the details of your face
Even the potential of my heart
Even the depth of my love for you


How things change
What I once feared
Is now my inspiration
That which I believed
Is now more than just belief
What once was a season
Is now a chapter in my life
 

How things change
What was once known
Is now forgotten
What is known now
Is useless
What will be known. . .
 

How things change
Even the soil underneath my feet
Even the voice that loves to sing
Even the hands that live to work
 

How things change
Between time and timeless
Despite the known and the unknown
Through order and disorder
 

How things change
Even what i think of you
Even what you know of yourself
Even the meaning behind a work of art
 

How things change
Even the look in your eyes
Even the heart behind your motive
...and the strangeness of this life
 

How helpless and vain it all is
At the wrath of Change

The River

Far ahead in the distance

Beyond the many bridges we must burn

My heart waits for a reality

Rooted in the fate of the yet unlearned

No use for time, none at all

Words are as day before nightfall


In the garden, deep within the greenery
Of nature and her gentle pride
A meaning solid in the very soil
Hides from the rising ocean tide
But true as it may be
Hopelessness is all my eyes can see
 

To her, my being is bound
And from this comes the greatest wound
Timeless and vain, like a lost dream
Dragging through the hallways of my mind
Oh, how destiny can be so unkind
 

Still there is much to give to time
 

For every day that passes
For every star that shines in the night sky
All that is around and within
The vision of the souls’ naked eye
We call divine the sight that is unseen
And can only wonder the power a simple thought can bring
 
Enough love to make the world a better place
To inspire a boy to become not only a man
But an artist in his every word and action
And a soldier for all he can understand

For this heart she carries so precious and true
Over time has affected me in ways I cannot undo
 

Somehow it connects me to everything
That I've come to know and love about the world
No matter what direction the river flows
I trust it leads to where I must be

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