Summer: Chapter Two.

Westbound Runway,
Take me to the truth.
We don't wanna live a lie,
We don't wanna live a lie.

Tired of living in the dark,
Where everything is uncertain.
Luring me from the tainted,
Oh Westbound Runway!

Let the light show; all the night snow.
Flying now.
Flying with the sun at the horizon,
Wind at my back; eyes on the truth.

Summer: Chapter One.

There is no room for error on the path you are fixed on,
There isn't a way around the toil you are headed for.
There is no way to hitch the shivers onto a noose,
There are no rewards for a low light, Friday night cruise.
Keep that melody playing; keep at it, till you get paying.

Dead Brothers

Maybe one day,
You'll hear the summoning,
It's always frail,
When you'll hear, beckoning;

Dead Brothers of age,
When you pass on,
Through densest stage,
Of relentless storms,
Hear the gushing,
Yearning, rushing,
In the wind and rain,
You will live on.

Fiercest of us all,
You all,
Living life in the obscure,
Dissonant midst of the offhand.

My Dead Brothers of age,
For ages gone and ages to come,
In the wind and rain,
You will live on.

In our thoughts and minds,
You will live on.

In our memories,
You will live on.

Until, that which is at hand,
Is our fall.

Psalm For My Heart

O flesh and veins wrapped in rich velvet
Pumping and pounding forever,
Come death
The cheapness in your judgement,
An invocation from your senses,
Interventions for all of my life,
Why?

To let live my body,
Dutiful yet distracting,
My every step,
All the way,
Come death.

Ne'er will you know,
What it means to be,
The most cruel thing beating in me,
Ironically the most vital source of life.
One day you will die, with me,
As our fates, intertwined.

A cosmic joke
A sick lie, yet,
The Brain, He ordains me.
You, or Him,
I see.

But, I am in your requital,
For I have encountered,
The masochistic of them all,
Forged deep inside you,
Fervid,
The sick Devil of fidelity.

My Girl, The One Who Got Away

So many questions,
I wonder, so many years,
Talking to you.

Listening intently,
Watching the hair fall neath your ears,
Into overdrive my heart goes,
Like a reverie,
I wish you were a deity.

The essence in your speech,
That universal peace,
Deep caress of your touch,
An epitome of love,
Imagine, with me.

I'd let it all go now,
Any day,
I Hope I never have to,
Faraway,
So now, pray.

There is no reverence in this,
Nor are there any lies.
Not wanting, not feeling,
They are just excuses, fray.

I felt joy,
Just for a moment,
Now astray,
But you'll always be that,
My Girl, The One Who Got Away.

Transitions

What is that?
One minute callous, one minute lost,
Deep and desolate of all meaning
It is all quiet and then sacrificed
For all the serenity in the world
A world of black and white.

Now the time draws nigh
For all, for none,
Transitions.

Fade back out into the world
Take me with and show me,
The need for this sacrilege
Nature of a true demon within
All of his powers stripped bare
Left smoldering in his still raging vanity.

The silence in the time between
Sins,
Rooted in me, unholy simpleton.

Picked him apart
Tore him asunder
Impaled beyond resuscitation
Desecrated to shreds,
The masochist in him.
Turned to dust, disappears now.

A dirge for his dreams
Nearing in me,
Craving for more
Screeching sounds of despair
Setting in now
For the rest of his life and then.

Still like barren thoughts in mind
Throbbing in me
Transitions,
Transitions affecting him,
Transitions for me,
Never ends with life.

Once again, neath his other self
Neath his altar ego,
Transitions.

Taking place
Forever without solace
Reality hitting like a mace
Pounding in his head, in his heart,
On his face, of realizations of the past,
Transitions.

Mother

You know everything,
You see through the lies.
You know when I'm sick,
You know when I'm starved.
You know when I'm sad,
You know when I have a worry.


One day I said,
"I did it, cos I's sad".
You cried and you slept,
I did it again when you wept.
I regard the values you have taught me,
I respect the power that I see.


When I come home,
Smelling of nicotine,
When I slept in the Drôme,
I've slipped into dream.
I am who I am, because of who you are,
Because you made me what I am.


I love you, mom :)