Heaven's Door

The deceased fly up to heaven’s door
Their joy is short lived their neck tied to a cored
Trapped in hell we take off our glasses and beg more
Some angels shout of course, of course
Though they all think nevermore, nevermore
Therefore we’ll fly, to heaven nevermore

Beyond Reality

What is my existence but a clouded dream?
Unsure of everything around me
Unsure of what is true reality
With my artist ability, I claim everything I need
Beyond beauty, beyond laughter?
Is life anything more than momentary simplicity
And does it need to be?

We are all lost ships sailing nowhere significant
Looking for the Northwest Passage
To take handfuls of spice and greed
Virtues we blindly triumph so heavily
But in the end what do we really need?
But In the end who are really we?

They’re goals means nothing
Because really who was King Menes?
These virtues they praise are like walls
So they don’t have to look in front of them
And face what they see as an ugly reality
But why not accept and then move on
Only then can we create existence into beauty

Because I can’t imagine anything more perfect
Than rolling around in a flower bed, in Mongolia with my soul mate
1000 miles away from everything
Spending all of our hours in each other’s eyes, basking
Only then will I be truly happy and at peace
Only then will I be able to look beyond reality

It's Time to Breathe

It’s time to breathe
My eyes only kiss you
It’s time to let go
I’ll never let go you
It’s time to inspire
The piano keys spell out you
It’s time to let your soul go
It’s my time too
It’s time to understand
The message in the sand
It’s time to breathe
The words I love you
It’s time to breathe
It’s my time too

Something

There’s something in this world which is so real
Something that hurts to feel
Something that can never heal
Something you like but wish to yield
Something love does everything... but shield

Without Words

Without words the poet writes
All the soul he see’s in this night
The sprits whisper his love is right
Everything he's ever wanted to find
Without words the poet writes
Without words he captures true love in her eyes

What to Listen?

My heart tells me we’ll never be apart
But my mind tells me it’s upon us
Upon us like a rain cloud over our day
Upon us like a hawk, a youngling it’s pray
My heart tells me we’ll never be apart
But my mind tells me love has long but past us

Loneliness

Young Lion cub I’m still afraid
Because everybody’s going to leave anyways
And I’ll be stuck here in my valley
The valley I built for me and my soul mate
Only my imprint on the flower bed
Only broken peddles on my broken spirit

I’m afraid I’ll never get to escape
Because to escape is to have everything you need
And the only thing that can take that away
Is everything else

Philosopher Kings

Let beauty only shine in the reflection of truth
Under smogless skies the individual breathes
Learns grace, learns love and is taught to fly
Apart from society from birth
Destined to pave roads he will never walk on
Write words never read until he is long gone
Never shall the philosopher kings reign
Never shall mans mind stray from present days

Sorrowful Breath

The hand it clenches and holds
Squeezes tight, takes breath from the soul
A wall that can’t be torn
An emotion of which you can’t be sure

In clear words I am not a peace
Such a concept has never seemed so far from me
The words I create escape me
She has never seemed so far from me
Thus, the more her breath, takes me

Coffin Door

Fingers bleed from scratching my coffin door
My finger nails are broken and torn
Empty air gives my lungs a firery sore
Above me my love she morons
I give her a year before she shows her true inner whore
I just a tattered memory washed up on shore
I’ll always regret knowing the word more
Oh why, oh why did I shut my own coffin door?

Fatal Tranquility

The living take the breaths they’ll never swallow
To fill their lungs of a greed of false happiness
To create a fire of fatal tranquility
A fire that burns the blind ones with unfair chances
Make no mistake, temporary happiness as an equal opposite side

Raven

When will the black rain end?
When will the black reign end?
When will the rains reign end?
When will the raven swoop again?
When will the worms learn to fend?
When will these dark memories mend?
When will I be able to love again?

Holes

The hands escape the holes from beside my bed
Laugh wickedly then approach my head
These hands they carry
Dark thoughts of beautiful fairies
A light I can never marry

When will dark thoughts be too heavy to carry?
Sending these hands into the holes
Out of my head and away from my bed

I Am Awake

I can't believe id depravate my own sleep
Why do I choose to avoid dream
And stare into the black world
The colour of misguided saints

It brings moistness to my eye
A drizzle down the hill side
Under the grey sky,
Takes wings and learns to fly
... And spreads...

In the background adagio it plays
The feeling of your soul in empty space
Of a walnut tree shattering over time
I am awake

Artist

No matter the future, no matter if fame
Or misunderstood always the same
I will always be the truest
The truest form of artist
Trapped in suburbia a concrete bee hive
Never reached, never looked upon
I sit here writing my own eulogy
Which, just conveniently happens to be my biography
Composing my own requiem
Transposing emotions to words
Basking in the finest least heard form