Visions

“Visions”

Here’s the balance to the equation

I’m the seeker of truth

I’ve held office in every station

Since I’ve held my nerve…

I’ve reached the curve of contradictions, false truths and conniptions

And tried to sort through the mayhem

But I’m seeking the lost.

The cost of a medic, the sutures and antiseptic,

Couldn’t mend the life scar inflicted by Christ

Those who lose their life will win it, and a message to the cynics,

My unfinished memoirs can open my past.

On the brink of insanity, the Lifestreams draining

Those captured in the maelstrom are feigning their sleep.

The awake to the wails of sirens, alarms and bells

And drift through the confusion; the illusion of peace.

It’s all vain glory, and I’ve observed it all.

From construction to destruction, the rise and the fall.

Maps in Space

“Maps in Space”

The summer’s heat…Soaking Wet

My mind recoils to something dead

As I wade through the mine fields

I connect the dots in space

Impressions seep…deep in thought

Astral travels, the mind gets lost

Pagan rituals soothe the mainstream

As the queen remodels the door

Different views…I can’t see

Trapped in 3^rd person, so hard to breathe

Blackness crawls through the valleys deep

And the angels continue to war

Forest screams…sheltered beast

Jesus hand, the winds are ceased

Lightning calls, the hidden paths restored

As the king remodels the door

Kingdom come…thy will be done

Satan scoffs…the shepherds run

Trumpets sound, sounds of armor clash

I connect the dots in space

The leopards speak…cheetah’s dance

The image blurs the shamans’ trance

The castle echoes, sunlight sets the tone

I digress in life alone….

Farewells And Goodbyes

Farewells and Goodbyes

As the sun rises over the ocean…Breezes… that come in whispers saying the name…, I have come…now that I’m gone...Lost in the wind that traces over…over the notion that we’re meant to be.

I see a lifelong memory…trapped in the patience of miscalculated fortune. I’ve awakened, now only to see the things I hold dear to me gone in a whimsical desire I can’t contain.

My emotions are distraught but I hold strong believing in you. My love I can’t take the future without you.

Without the essence of you encompassing my lifelong dreams…you own them…touch me my dear in your thoughts…In the wading shadows of passion.

Look to the west my dear where the sun always shows its fortune. My life belongs to you and my heart is wrapped up in the embrace of your smile.

Can you touch the sun? Can you understand the elliptical motion of our wanting? Are you here?

Without you I’m a ball of fire traveling alone in a black hole without direction. A brilliance of light that exudes passion in its purest form. Alone I understand the revolutions of our love and design them to my own perfect shape in the wilderness.

Make mention of our love when all hope is gone…when the world needs a blue diamond with flawless beauty to maintain its orbit. It’s you my love…always you….

I’m not leaving you…not saying farewell…Not saying goodbye….our power is too strong for the world and its useless depravity to get to. We’re guarded by inhuman forms of power and passion….

A bind of trust and truce that we hold high like a beacon of belief…belief in a better sun…a better life…a better view overlooking those who don’t believe.

My heart is a pathway for you to stroll down…. A maze that’s excites at every turn…a voice of hope and reason as you wear your gown of pureness and parade through my life stream.

At the end you feel my presence and see a hand waiting for you to touch it with the understanding of home…welcome home my dear.

Vanity

Vanity

Silently, the weeping silhouette faints into the midnight storm

I follow with intent, bearing the curiosity from which I was born

The storm settles and the figure loses its’ allure

Now I’m lost in anticipation, with a burning in my core

A beacon of light shines out to comfort the thought that I’m alone

I am alive, feeling well, but lost and far from home

The injunction of whispers satiate the palette of darkness I desire

And the fervent groaning of those feverishly moaning is all I can expect from my years of sowing

Dark embers, pulsing, glowing

A harbinger of pain that’s continuously growing, Dear Lord!

Humble this narrow mind and it’s delusions of “all-knowing”

Send it down rivers of running water that travel long and keep flowing!

My serenity is time, can you increase my pain?

Follow the silhouettes down these hallways, and keep searching in vain.