The Snow

are we meant to be

as flowers

growing

constantly absorbing

the flow of spirit 

and expessing life

and world

are we meant to die

like flowers

in the snow?

two minutes til midnight

what it must be like

to live the lenthened hours

like this

where every breath

is taken

by a mention

and all the daunting time

locked away inside my mind

a whisper

a picture

a talismen

the timber in the voice

of a soft spoken prayer

late

so late at night

lighting a candle

to mark moments so sacred

and silent

now

i creep into their room

and look upon the faces
of divine and i know

whos life

comes before mine

who's dreams i will live
to see them through

i've found god

i've seen truth

i've made promises

and i've broken them

i am not who i was yesterday

two minutes ago

and there's a comfort to be found
in clarity

we all are divinity
hopelessly trapped in humanity

Soft

 i dream of when i scale the misty mountain who will go to tibet india egypt i dream of temple walls so holy far from thoughts that trap me hold me where i can stand with all my trembling face to face and breathe in the freedom ah, sweet liberation i take my joy in anticipation friend of sacrifice body of stone heart of ice covered by smiles to be polite but your not blind and i understand that all these lies will melt with time and your just playing nice we laugh and we feel sadness drowing in each others madness or maybe its just mine my sweet divine you know your never wrong but hear my songs my words my prayer my escape, yes from sinking into soft despair

Air

see the blind

and be thankful

for sight

hear a sigh

and be thankful

you can listen to sorrow

see the dead

breathe and be thankful

for tomorrow

cause you can only assume

from a moment

that the next will be waiting

so see what is not

all around you

but don't linger

be thankful

for what is...

only you

are there to hold on to

not sanity

a house

or a home

a club

or a tomb

listen

i am the sick sad

devotion

dwindling

and distant

as a midnights prayer

open your eyes

with hope and knowing

to find

only air

I wanted it all

but my all wasn't fair

all your hurting

my despair

how can there be

happy there?

with all our wanting

who can care

and when we let go

i'll just disappear

...

Un nom

Je ne sais jamais

si elle sera ok

vivons-nous

dans une fantaisie

ou le mal est bon

et les bonnes obtenir tous les

la verite est tombee de la nuit

et nous ne prenons pas la chute

qui ou quoi

est cette la douleur

et a quel point

puis-je decider

de donner a cette douleur

un nom

et laisser la joie

commencer

allons-nous gagner

une guerre contre le monde entier

vous pouvez jouer le sauveur

and I'll play the soul...

all

all i 

ever wanted

was just to love 

and be 

loved

in return

Christ

how can you be sad

if there is no you

no i

leave the world to

its wile-less wondering

i move

but i do not

i have found you

my silent center

and everything

everyone

all the flood will follow

we don't know

but we think we do

follow me

i know the way

i carry the light of a soul

untouched by anger

unknown to sores on my bare

heels

as i track the desert

i feel you with me

all of you

the ghosts of a world

and i know what 

has to be done

not for me 

for everyone

the universal secret

spoken

11pm 

feel that

gods eyes

follow your devotion,

bring the revolution

i have the willing nation

all your aithers

will wither

under the thumb of 

the unborn

the point of all 

consciousness expands

and we are destroyed 

to be brought together

:)

I like Shakespeare :)

Et tu, Brute?