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Ecotone |
Daylight journeys across the ocean
Shadows constrained by the hillside's conceal
A postcard slideshow in locomotion
To the sound of axles and rusty railroad steel
To a flash of childhood scenery
I ponder the existence of my protocol
I should be feeling more than brumal apathy
In the wake of Mother's curtain call
Through the windowpane
A structure in the distance
An enclosed railway underpass
Fifteen years through the hourglass
Brother's waiting by the concrete gateway
Eight years older, raised by impression
I pursue the shadow of his trail
Eight years younger, raised in compression
Let yourself be eclipsed by the colossus
Through his mouth independence lies
Leave your childhood behind and see
How it feels to be old and free
So I ran
To a place where inward strife could not reach
So I ran
His desperate cry in synch with
the whistle of the train
Mary's presence will ease my pain
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Union |
Cast into a dream
What is this pain?
What is this sense of lucid sensitivity?
Deafening silence
Festering mist
Every nerve like concrete yet so aware
No entrance
No escape
Nothing but a vacant hallway through my mind
And by its tail
Guarding the wall
Reflections of the trail behind me is barring my path
Confronted with neglection
A barren mirror on the wall
As I reach out to touch its surface
A familiar face emerges from the void
Don't fear the road ahead
For I am neither living nor dead
Nothing more than reflections in the tears you've shed
She's reaping what you've sown
Time will heal you to the bone
but never change the fact that you are all alone
A seething storm from within
Forgotten grief forged from your words
What is this you speak of?
Why does this notion pierce my heart?
Trust your persistence
Hindsight will not be your friend
Life is too short to grasp
Try grasping the end
Travel with caution
Ponder before you persist
For when we meet again
A seal of our union across your wrist
Shards of glass fall to the ground
Where the mirror stood, now lay a staircase spiraling down through my soul
Steep cascade, shard in hand
By its reach, an endless web of coffins, arranged by name
Ash tree casket with my stamp
Bewildered by the chasm of water within, I surrender to its call
Slow descent in liquid bliss
My soul unites with space and time
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Ex Ante |
Peace of mind
My soul is healing
Deaf and blind
My skin starts peeling
I might have lost my mind, but I'm at ease
In the shadow of my strife
If I am even thinking then I must be tied to a solid state of life
Wake me if you can
I am lost at sea
Riding the stream
Lost in a dream
I recall
My spirit leaving
Soft, yet harsh
The sense of drowning
A distant voice comes soaring through the room
We'll guide you mind across
The figure, now beside me, takes my hand
I'm sorry for your loss
Hear me if you can
You are plummeting
Bleak as it may seem
This is no dream
Heed my calling and bury me
We will not meet in the flesh
Face the truth
Just you cry for me
I will be by your side
Crawling through life, but what for?
All I have known fades to gray
If I could feel you once more
Life on this earth I would pay
Into the dream I retreat
To a place where the sun will not rise
Trading my life for deceit
Sit back and let life unfold
Crashing waves and thunder
I look outside my cage
A place of awe and wonder
For me to come of age
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By the Edge of Mandala |
Thrown into the frying pan
Inconceivable fabrication
Geometrical oddities cover the sky
I've tasted the brew of creation
Riding this ocean of godly display
Fifteen years in front of me
Long lost brother is looking my way
In his hands the skeleton key
Lost in your reverie
How it hurts to see
I'd tell you what I know
If you'd only accept
Is this dying?
Reunited with the soil
Deny my suspicion
Has Mary left her mortal coil?
Abstract material sphere, this is the Mandala of your cognition
You have rejected reality for this omnipresent transition
When you succumb to prescribed existence your mind falls into submission
Now you've discovered the fantasy that you left out of your petition
Mary is waiting, should you chose a life by her apparition
Swan by the edge, poor soul what have you done
How can I trust you
When you mislead me through
The Colossus of our youth?
Too young for the truth
Now that you've come to me
Claiming that you hold the key
You might bear my name
But it's you I blame
Lingering despair
This paradigm tear
I cannot trust this scheme
This is just a dream
If she is waiting
Wake me up from this hell
I will obey
Just you show me a way
Enter your prologue
It may just uncover what you've slipped into
Farewell, dear brother
Now you'll lose your mind to the rapids behind you
Crashing water
Brain waves take me off the edge
Weightless cascade
Feel my body leave this dream
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Paradigm |
Wake up drenched, my head pulsating
Remnants of a dream are waning
Offbeat sense of disconnection
Hazy shards of recollection
Empty home
Thoughts alone
Mother's calling
Future tense
Common sense
Fades away
Failing to let go
Voices from below
Mesmerized, still life adrift
Realized paradox
Blinded by this paradigm shift
Pungent taste of sweet and sour
In her eyes, our darkest hour
Marked for death, lost quintessence
Time is no longer of the essence
Empty eyes
Thoughts demise
Time is calling
Heart alone
By her stone
Voice is gone
Failing to let go
Voices from below
Mesmerized, still life adrift
Realized paradox
All around me
Gears detaching
Time unconfined
All spun back
In the presence of a distant dream
A figure in glowing white calms my pain
Let yourself be eclipsed by the colossus
Inside this vessel, dreams of bygone bliss become your new existence
Let go of what you know
And let me clear away your grief
If you can sell me the lie
I'll step into this new life
I beg you never to wake me up
I will die by her side
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Swansong |
Wake up drenched, my head pulsating
Remnants of a dream are waning
Offbeat sense of disconnection
Hazy shards of recollection
Empty home
Thoughts alone
Mother's calling
Future tense
Common sense
Fades away
Failing to let go
Voices from below
Mesmerized, still life adrift
Realized paradox
Blinded by this paradigm shift
Pungent taste of sweet and sour
In her eyes, our darkest hour
Marked for death, lost quintessence
Time is no longer of the essence
Empty eyes
Thoughts demise
Time is calling
Heart alone
By her stone
Voice is gone
Failing to let go
Voices from below
Mesmerized, still life adrift
Realized paradox
All around me
Gears detaching
Time unconfined
All spun back
In the presence of a distant dream
A figure in glowing white calms my pain
Let yourself be eclipsed by the colossus
Inside this vessel, dreams of bygone bliss become your new existence
Let go of what you know
And let me clear away your grief
If you can sell me the lie
I'll step into this new life
I beg you never to wake me up
I will die by her side
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Derealization |
Daylight journeys
across the ocean
Shadows constrained
by the hillside's conceal
Postcard slideshow in
Locomotion
To the sound of axles
And a strange sense of déjà vu
Out of breath
Out of time
Present tense
Out of sight
Out of mind
Through the lens
Atmosphere as if taken from a forgotten photograph
Get the sense that I'm acting on a strangers behalf
Blood flows to my head as I try to walk
What is this dimension I've unlocked?
Out of breath
Out of time
Present tense
Out of sight
Out of mind
Through the lens
Have I been locked away?
Is this the light of day?
Am I to blame for my derealization?
Have I ever been this cold?
Have I been locked away?
Is this the light of day?
Am I to blame for my derealization?
Have I ever been this cold?
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Self |
Cold anemoia in the air
Different perspective, same affair
Still she's waiting by the gate
Oblivious to her untold fate
The dam is breaking
And I fall to my knees
Come with me and rest your soul
Show me your thoughts and I'll make you whole
Stay with me, don't fall into sorrow
Let go of your fears, feel my presence and talk to me
Won't you talk to me?
Won't you help me guide you through the night?
Years pass by
Time will heal
Truth recognized by its seal
Whispers soften
Ignorant bliss
How can you forsake what you dismiss?
The life in her eyes
God please forgive my doubts
Die with me, we've had our time
Hear the carillon, embrace its chime
Stay with me, our union will last
Let go of your thoughts, take my hand as we fade away
Nothing more to say
All that has been, edged into your skin
Forming in my hand
Shards of glass that wakes me from my retreat
This isn't goodbye?
Time is gone, and I cry
My tears fuse with the blooming wound
Before long darkness is all I can feel
The sound of railroad steel
I close my eyes on my fate
By the gate
The swan has shed its skin
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