The flame of old is kindled with a burning passion.
The hopes and dreams return in a blinding fashion.
The watcher sees through the flaming fields of smoke,
beyond the veil of the heart which in countless pieces broke.
Words fall short and stiff like a coward on the edge of a cliff ...
A pernicious petrifying choir of perished souls
from the depths of Hell the lonely wanderer calls.
With words long dead and whispers of the unspoken,
truth is laid to rest and the deceivers are forever awoken.
With the cunning Luciferian tyranny of the rational mind ...
Fear not the words of beautiful liars,
of snakes and of time-consuming vampires.
Fear not the slithering creatures in your feet,
fear not the monsters in the darkened street.
For fear is the most vicious mind-killer, ...
I fall apart and start to breath in pieces.
The heavy air runs into my veins,
It’s hunting down my thoughts and never ceases
To prove the gap between results and aims.
Our worlds can make us incomplete ...
Today's the day you seek, not tomorrow.
There is no future time for you to borrow.
Smile right now through pain and grief
even with empty hands, but a firm belief –
not a blind fool with eyes and ears shut, ...
As you move along your life’s path
toward the future you wish to craft,
there strikes a paradox perplexing –
a dilemma you’re both ignoring and detecting.
If the only certainty is suffering and pain, ...