Spiral downwards

Torn from the mountain
A leaf on the wind

Endless the decent
With no escape

Plummeting faster
Going mad with hate

What is this man
Who is he

I do not know him
No one does

Where did he come from
Where will he go

Straight down
A leaf in a vacuum

That night

In der Nacht
Wir stehen kalt

In der Nacht
In der kalten

Was ist Recht
Wir sind zusammen

Was ist Recht
Ist dass wir zu Hause sind

Go on Forth

Go on forth
Unfailing we try
Sail to the North

Faithful are we
The oaths we took
To she

To death we strive
Wish only
to survive

The journey home
Perilous ridden
For now we can only roam

How good she was
She brought us this way
To watch only as time gnaws

Take us there
We may say
The others know not where

Go on forth
Unfailing we try
We seek to be orth

Since this shanghai
Sail to the North
Forever until we die

A Grayish Blue

Two diamonds set against a treasure
Endless voids with an expanse
That houses no imaginable measure

Your eyes pierce the darkness
They find their way always
Never missing their mark less

Haunting my every thought
A chilling, intoxicating pleasure
That cannot be had or bought

For my "Fanny"

Cherish the unacquired
For love of it is a knight
And I am its squire

Lead on

Lead on by ignorance
By instinct I atone

Lead on by passion
I will drive it home

Lead on by hopes
Dead as dry bone

Lead on to nothing
I am truly alone

Don't be afriad

Don't be afraid
I will always stay
Tightly knit as a braid

Through your rejection
Through your anger
Through your unaffection

I remained always true
Because forever
I love you

Revision to an old poem

Set upon a midnight sun
Actors on a stage
One whom seeks acceptance
The other searching for her love

Unrequited is his love
Unrequited is his faith
She is other worldly
Denouncing the above

If one would open up
The other would see
For it is the only happiness
Either will see

Cometh Thy

Cometh Thy
Killer of worlds

Bliss are we
To our weakness

Blind are we
To the darkness

Purge this land
From which we comprise

Your cleansing flames
Bathe me in glory

To eternity
We burn ever long

The ever lasting flame
Engulfs our home

Oh Cometh Thy!
Destroyer of Man!

Into Paradise...

"... The stale, humid air feels more like water than a gas as I swim through the horrid, apothic corridor. Each step I can get feel and hear the crunch of bones of the fallen. I can feel it's breathing drawing closer. My sword is a burden on my fagged hand, but still I must go on, feeling my way through this dungeon of tribulation.

Closer now, my foe follows swifter than I. Do I turn to fight, or try and flee?

I hear it now, the shallow howl from the bowels of this defiler, it comes from all around.

The clank of something behind me...

I wheel to face my assailant...

I crash to the mucky floor, my head riven from his nefarious blow..."

Taken from my short story on a dream I had "Into Paradise..."

I feel as though I can not face my fears right now. I am too split between hard decisions that will have much prevalence on my life ahead.

The Transparent Kid

Who am I?
Who do I need to be?
What can I do to fit in with that crowd?
Or that crowd?

I wear a mask,
A sheet over my body,
Like a Halloween ghost,
I am unseen,
Unheard,
Untouched,

I am the Transparent Kid,
And I am free

A wondrous invention religion has become

A wondrous invention religion has become,
Manipulating the masses,
For generations to come,
But I have taken off these rose-tinted glasses,
Broken away from those drugged up classes,

The true meaning is clear now,
The meaning of life,
Its the exsistance of somebody,
Through this world's strife,
And that is it, the meaning of life

The world sings to me

The world sings to me,
As I begin to play,
Its sings a sad song,
As I begin to pray,

It sings a wonderous tune,
When I think abroad,
Never sings a tune,
When I think of God

I tried my whole life

I have tried my whole life
For what
You might say

To conform to another's reality
To keep myself at bay
To render my individual a society

Ultimately inert to change
Dead to my feelings
The unending cycle of self preservation

They say I am daft

They say I am daft,
But can they really know
What it is like to hear voices,
Like a crowded raft


The mind of genius,
What a spooky place,
But then, thats what gives it
Its kooky grace


When I hear them laugh,
I smile
For I know we all are daft,
But they are only in denial.

Set upon a midnight sun

Set upon a midnight sun
Actors on a stage
One whom seeks adventure
The other here for love

Both have set foot on something
No one can imagine
For they think unlike the others
Not unlike laterally

Bring them back to the world
You are in for a surprise
They will not function here
For its a unworldly essence
From which they comprise