A Collection of Thoughts for the Audience.

MOMENTS

If I had only an hour to remember, the greatest moments of my life,

the answer would be simple, those moments burning bright.

For I can live through those amazing moments

as if they were moments ago. These experiences have changed me,

yet day to day, I haven't slowed.

A day spent with friends, good music turned up way too loud.

Grasping the very world beneath our fingertips,

searching for what is to be found.

These moments, although rare...

have formed an image in my mind

of better days, and better yet to come.

Heading West, on a wild blowing wind.

STATUS QUO

The World is all a stage, and as the drama unfolds, the actors come clean. Wandering. Walking. Seeking. Waiting.

Seven years, too long to wait. Truth is a gentle absence in the face of uncertainty and we wallow in our former reality.

Holding onto the way, the path through the Universe. Destiny was never closer. We found the way of Truth and Honor in an oath of Darkness and Death.

To see both sides of the war and to stand at the edge is all we can ask of ourselves. To expect better from within by far is the least we can do.

Demons and desperation are mere temptations, adversity a far clearer measure of wisdom than experience could find. These pains are worth the pleasure. The scars are worth the story.

Maintaining. Moderating. Discipline and delusion. Found the worn path so that I may lose myself again.

Trip: State of a Dream
Facets of time, states of mind. Transcend the imagined boundaries.
Push past the walls that we put in place.
Head west and get lost, find yourself.

Truth and trust are our only allies.
Be your brother's keeper, walk the fine line between
sanity and salvation.
This world isn't meant for us to save.

Empathy and ecstacy
The worlds in our heads.
When the light goes out,
All the Earth will be still.

All just a pleasant dream
Walking with the dead.
And with the sharp edge of a thought
The continuum dissolves.

The strength of a God
hides from within.
Finding the courage to muster it
and we all begin again.


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Pieces of our minds, held together with strings and twine,
hold the Universe as it always was.
And those pieces, small pieces are part of the Whole
which some surmise as a piece of the Past.
Looking for God in all the wrong places,
hoping for a dream that may never come true.
I sit, I wait for the breeze to come through
so that I think I may see if the Sun shines again.

Elegant prose and weightless fancies,
driving a mind blind, driving a mind blind.

Formless and free, no anchors to hold me down.
Broken chains dragging far behind.
The warm hands of Fate around my mind
driving rain, pouring pain.

Majesty's mind in a humble way
Painting portraits with colors of the Soul.
On canvasses of silken white
Parades of salt and grey.

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All the world's a stage and we're all in the race.
Fighting for air, running further in place.
No magick or might can overcome truth in trust.
At the very end, this stage will remain rocks and rust.

The price of feeling human is a price paid in blood,
a cost, well worth the war Gods die for.
We're one in the same, emanations from above.

Tools of mass media, meant to confuse,
manipulative reason upon mind's bruise.
Impervious to pain, forged by flame.
Like a rock n' roll superstar
nothing to lose, everything to gain.

On a wild steel horse, heading West, no doubt.
Into the great exhaustive expansive of Life.
A life so cold in the deep unknown
no wonder I'm chasing the Sun.

Water under the bridge, on the Well.
Dying to be burned again, phoenix rises.
Like ice in my veins, chilling to the bone.
If this evil don't kill me, so be it.