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O how the remorse builds up inside
I leapt the wrong way
Didn't have good to say
barely thought to pray
sinned from day to day
It smothers me into a blissful respinterrupted
by the searing anguish
the lashes of demons
the clawing of doubt
gnawing away at my existence
undermining my confidenceite

I am thoroughly trapped in the darkness
no loving Master to dig me out
He simply protects me from their attempts
to end my life
and my consciousness.

I feel every barb ripping out
my tendons are gnarled
my muscles are shredded
I have lost the ability to cry

Yet, magically
it somehow ceases
I think myself totally weightless
I float casually towards the light
perhaps some stranger has saved me from such a plight

Back onto the tightrope so long ago
the thunder booms
the lightning glares
and all I can do is cry

alone on a transfigured isle
no wretched life but mine for miles
the suns begins to unleash its horror
but I refuse to surrender

Through the waves I dive and swim
the current splits me out and in
yet soon I am adrift at sea
No way to go no no direction to see

Yet I shall swim forward
because what lies in wait for me
cannot be worse than what I have endured
on that accursed isle.

My arms and legs begin to convulse
Undefined becomes my pulse
Flail about and hope for the best
as the cold of the ocean collapses my chest

My eyes are slowly shutting
this death is much more cunning
Done in by my instinct to live
drew me out to my fall

the seas swell and crash back and forth
yet it's all so peaceful to me.
I welcome the water to become an eternal part of me
as I sink into the deep

No longer shall my accursed form
nor manner of sinning despoil no more
the purity that is left within this world
I take my life
so that you may live.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away

Verse I

I hitch to get to where I need.
I have no car you see.
Times are rough,
But I am tough,
Sometimes you gotta be.
I get good rides most of the time,
At others it's no go.
It's all good
Get what I should.
On the side of the road.


Chorus

On the side of the road,
On the side of the road,
You never know,
How it wiill go,
On the side of the road.


Verse II

There's money lost and money found,
A crapshoot at the best.
Take the things,
Good fortune brings,
And disregard the rest.
I've found the thing to do is just,
Sit back and watch the flow.
What goes by,
Upon the tide,
On the side of the road.


Verse III

Sometimes there are people too,
Out wanderin' around.
Just like me,
They're try'n' to see,
What's out there to be found.
Some are nice and some are mean,
You never really know.
Some are out,
Just roam'n' about,
On the side of the road.

I dreamed a dream
and in this dream, I found myself
within an auditorium,
spacious and vast.
People, like me, in Nature's finery, arrayed
in concentric circles, seated facing
centre stage where there, the orchestra,
poised before the one lone Conductor;
His waving of regal arm and hand,
nobly directing the symphonic dance.
The multifarious instrumental sound
resonating through air, walls and in the ears
of the audience, silent and in awe;
while the scene before my visionary eyes,
transforms - the symphony, softer now,
quieter, melting into gentle sea of silence.
The Conductor, now a dot, a miniscule dot
of infinitessimal size
in the centre of, not an auditorium
but a vast and beautiful mandala,
of intricate patterns of every spectral hue.
I now approach this central dot
and there, I enter within, I know not how;
I hear, though not with mortal ear,
total silence, yet of wondrous harmonies
and I see, though not with mortal eye
a multi-dimensional infinitude
of ever-unfolding energies.
Oh, so awestruck indeed am I,
to here, behold and deeply penetrate
the supreme and fundamental Tone,
from which the symphonious fabric
of entire and living cosmic mandala unfolds -
it's life-energies resonating while singing. ---
THE AUM. (OM)

The starfish wept
In water polluted
As my bladder emptied
In tears diluted

'A measure of space I'd gladly swop
For the treasure that leisurely lies 'neath my rock
But don't step on me please, leave me be (keep my shape)
I'm a starfish, related (albeit distantly)
To the MIGHTY APE'

Shadows of life, mere apparitions, flit and dance among
the living, the dying, laughing and crying. An end with no beginning
call back the dancers of this immortal play,
but not a play, just actors of a farce, one that resounds forever
more and a hollow sound it makes when it
is rungthe final bell, over water deep and blue
sound out one again and the shadows then
prance off, swallowed by the dark

Time is circular.
It has a rhythmic beat.
Every second ticks into a minute.
Every minute sweeps into an hour,
Sixty, twelve, twenty-four.

I try to ignore time.
It will not let me out of its grip.
Keeps me captive.
I beg time to release me,
Into the sweetest oblivion I know.

Time just laughs at me.
I watch the night fade into morning.
Morning erupt into night.
Damn Time for bringing me its favorite gift,
Insomnia!

Verse I

The darkness had us in its grip,
For oh, so many years.
We feared to move for we might fall,
The night alone in tears.


Choirus

It's been a cold gray moring so far,
But the sun is coming out now.
We got through the long dark night.
Don't ask I don't know how.
It's been a cold gray moring so far,
But the sun is coming out now.


Verse II

The dawn it came all damp and chill,
But better than the dark.
We looked around with blinking eyes,
A landscape bleak and stark.


Verse III

The black and gray have been replaced,
With warmth and light instead,
And now the sun is shining through,
On better days ahead.

so, so, so
over games

over abuse

over egotism

over selfish stupidity

over my dead body
if you're lucky, pervert

Standing by the window,
Eyes upon the moon.
Hoping that the memory
Will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed.
The images and words are running deep.

She has too much pride to
Pull the sheets over her head.
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep.

She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think;
She pictures the chain
She's been trying to link....
Again.

But the feeling is gone.

And water can't cover the memory.
And ashes can't answer her pain.
God, give me the power to take
Breath from a breeze,
And life from this cold metal frame.

In with the ashes,
And up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven;

Or here, lying in bed.
Palm of her hand to her head.
Now, and forever curled.
In my heart and the heart of the world.