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 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…
Surprising, but yet not at all That we orbit in again, after unkn… Yes, it’s YOU again! And we know through the familiar s… Or the same pure force that stands…
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…
Shelter me in your sweetness And I will sing down the sun for… Too long have I watched this rive… And felt only the moist of its ban… For alas, I have been unsure of m…
She’s had the wind blow against he… Since her first sunrise And now with one hand on the wheel Her hair dances behind like a rebe… To the wind of her own song
Tread softly my friend for what seems as solid as the oaks familiar trunk or the well packed dirt on this pa… or predictability
Like dark jade The blue fingernails of the dead Rise from the earth Miniature trees Clawing at skies not listening
and the best that we can hope for is a few familiar faces a light in cold dark places a moment that erases all the walls that hold us back
When your World is Ending, go cra… it’s going to happen, because no m… and not writhe and scream and do t… But then, after the rush of agony,… Give it your cheek, for this is yo…
And I will turn with you, away, for I too can fall The warms us from within, and fades the shadow of our scars And see how our wounds match, like crimson puzzle pieces And the tears for...
In this silver morning, I send yo… That in the rolling fog you float… And butterflies join you as you da… In the mirror of my mind, I can s… Fair as lambs milk and kissed by t…
Demons feed on me, their beaks dar… but after the dances of pain have… I look upon them with a strange fo… for they have killed what I am not and chewed away the ropes of skin,…
To each his albatross Or so it seems That fickle in our fast pursuits We run from babe to grave, our boo… Are thin as gruel
If I loved you I would shake you, and the silent… Would hang like frozen blood And if you loved me, your white fi… Piercing my shoulders
