Where you seek God, you follow lonely roads.
Highways of nowhere, love is nothing, forever more. Ephemeral.
Bleach stains my eyelids; all is dim as I slowly open my eyes.
Light.
A concentration of light sits above me, focused, focusing directly onto my face.
I swim in & out of conciousness.
I remember long running beaches, the warm tide gently splashing my ankles.
I remember lonley mountains, the red sun bleeding onto each face.
I remember dark rooms, curtains pulled closed, pitch, pitch black.

In a room where God rests, the bastard child dares not lift his tongue, lest he be cast down with heavy words.

A stones throw away from my heart rests nothing; a sliver of hope holding in place that feeling, those mercurial images, those words of candor.
Where you seek God, you follow lonely roads.
Where you seek love, you climb creaking steps.
These things burn my eyelids, such as bleach.

In reverence of holy figures, shapes swim in the incandescent glow of tomorrows sun.
In place of woods, where trees grow tall, silent shapes of my forgotten mind take place of mirages glowing, high, high.

Where god rests, the bastard child sleeps, you forget where these avenues lead.

 I forget to spit, yet, I cry.

In time of fire, I dwell in this furnace called life.
In time of Ice, I sit atop the high mountain peak & gaze up at the starry sky.
Penetrating is your thought.
From willow to elk, from clear stream to quiet desert, I find the expanse of thought encapsulating.
Shake the branches, shake them hard. Gather all the fruits you may for more knowledge of tomorrow.
In time of life, I sit & gaze up at the starry sky, the pale moon & I, quietly thinking.
In time of life, I rejoice for the simple pleasure for all that which is encompassing.

We burn up all of our passions & hot dreams until we are left with only ashes.
Forgotten skies of yesterdays feeling, I've forgotten the feeling.
To see is to be awake, but, when asleep we see the raw nature of what defines us come to be.
Where are those rooms of radiant white, walls patched with sunlight beaming in from an open window.
Where is that bed that smells of fresh linen, left with the lingering scent of her.
Where is the smell of sex, flooding my nostrils, uninterrupted by the overpowering odor of half drank bottles of booze left open all night.
Most of all, where is the word. The word found to describe the thought, the emotion, the idea, the mood.
Escaping me, all of this has coalesced until I feel near the brink of implosion.
And when I do, when this occurs, I send forth beams of light & plumes of smoke towering high above all of us in this room & for a moment, we understand, understand what it is to be someone else.
What it is to breath the way they do.
Hear the way they do.
See the way they do.
And when this is over, what are we left with?
Nothing.
We forget & return to ourselves.
Return to live, return to lie.

I am no longer.
Cast to the floor, I have no ability to move, only to lay.
Sleep with me now.
We lie together, sharing the same dream.
Thunderous crashes & fissures in the earth, cries & yells of despair.
Frightful they are.
She seeks me not.
I find her, never.
I bleed.
I see the red run down my arm's, making its way towards my finger tips where it falls in beads & stains the earth.
Wear this hearth upon your head, I will pull my hood low.
They all watch in quiet reverence, of us.
These shadows, this life, you & me, this dream.
We cannot accept, so we reconcile.
Atone with thyself, to attain the beauty which never was, but can always be.

The Absolute Negation Of All Things Understood

The leaves have fallen, cast about my feet as I toil aimlessly about these woods.
Silent.
Some undefinable feeling grips the air, & I am lost to what it could mean.
I cast these notions aside, though.
I have dreamt a new dream, one of loss.
I can feel all at once.
He will deny himself, & only to those which give to him in return will he show his true nature.
Allow us to walk now, through these silent yet understanding woods.
From rivers past I find myself in a glen of sorts.
Here we stand, speaking no truths, only the absolute negation of all things understood.

A gentle breeze passes by, & I am at ease.

A Dream Of Without

There is a low rumble reverberating off of the walls.
The sound bounces, & you can hear & almost translate the silent murmur of the dissonant noise.
Corner to corner he slips silently between the bodies, & as I see him move, I cower beneath a glass table.
I am the table, fragile & transparent.
My hollow body, my anchored soul, my thoughtless mind.
I dream & am awake.

The walls are gone now, along with the bodies, & I stand alone, naked, covered in blood.
They all appear as shadows, lonely hearts in mind, my mind.
There is no ceiling as I look up, & the shadows swim above me, taunting, doubting, leading me
to a home of ill-consequence.
My blood is now theirs, my heart is now yours.
We live to awaken, & in my resurrection I view the silent beauty & sobering chaos of the individual.

Grey, Grey, Grey

Spiny wooden fingers resting on a trunk.
A trove of life, but leafless & somewhat dead.
Grey, Grey, Grey.
There is no sun today, & bleak is the way she describes her feeling.
Smoke billowing from my mouth, plumes of words follow into an eternal transference of subconscious thought.
I can't breath.
I'm swimming, icy water burns my nostrils, my head hurts.
We'll die together, here, but you'll never know of my existence.
Stuck in-between these buildings as quiet and apathetic as you've always been,
& always will be.
Grey, Grey, Grey.

Canyon Hymn

Silent Hymn, procession of those who's hearts are shattered, left forgotten in sheep's wool.
You hear the canyon speak; Allow him within to hold now. We drink the blood of our ancestors for this silent canyon hymn.
We have been forsaken, lost to those in their fervor of piety and justice.
We have no footing, on this craggy rock, as we sing this canyon hymn.
Oi, Oi!
Ee, Ee!
Lay yourself down, soak in the the wine and depravity of drunken hope!
Oi, Oi!
What have we now but ourselves!?
Ee, Ee!
We've been left to decide, lay silent in prayer as we sing this canyon hymn!