In the belly of this beast Once past the razor teeth And cruel, empty eyes It is strangely peaceful down here Where all the unwanted, the castaw…

So close Came I In the neon pain of newer days So close as I stood, cliffs edge Turning a ravens eye on potential…

There is a great poison in this la… All will taste it, most will withe… Who can say if the mystery holds m… But I will gamble on the flames o… Will you join me in the fight?

In the beginning There is only breath In the end, there is only breath In between, world exists, and is g… All that is transitory, all that i…

I send you warmth I send you beams of light, slanti… I send you bread and fishes And cool water blessed by the moon It will make you stronger

Seven abominations, the ages of ma… Seven altars, where the angels sta… Seven assistants, of the bears and… Seven blessings in silent words Seven bowls, for the breath of nig…

Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in Paradise

The difference between Knowledge and Wisdom is that Wisdom has blood on it

Last night I turned a corner, and… And in the light between the trees… I saw this new horizon, not bound… And looking at the pebble, knew, t… Had led me to another land, the sa…

Tread softly my friend for what seems as solid as the oaks familiar trunk or the well packed dirt on this pa… or predictability

In the fertile bed of anguish angels drop new seeds and I see now that water for these… is made of tears and the passing of a drought

Leopard in a snow white dress, you… Soft as a lotus petal and strong a… The way the sand moves, and the mo… These are your fellow dancers And many are the feathers that sha…

They say every sunrise comes again and the mandarin blossoms of the A… But in the marsian haze of this sa… all I seem to see are the red shad… and the echoes of a laugh made dis…

Now in the echoes of memory It tastes even sweeter still That familiar glow Like the embers of next morning That catch and leap into flame

In the turn of the storm As the birds race by The dark clouds of confusion seem… And even the silver knife of the s… We squint through the stinging sle…