Be still, remain still
Do no unveil
The stained and marked
Portrait of your soul

A sweaty coated expression
Will not hide
All blundering misjudgement
No pardon for your past crimes

The archaic soured plight
Slumbers in stagnant ponds
Reflecting lost time

This uneasy embrace
This reluctant form
This stubborn mule
This tarnished view
Fractured hopes unfolding

When light shines on
The shaded one
We are not freed from the damage done

Snarls are heard atop the heads
Angry hollow eyes see red
Memories peer from behind
Redeem for light that overshines

To be the prize
Top be the burden

What pace is taken
On this humbling walk
"Hurry forward" I imagine
Stroll along with no second guess

Are you quiet
Without fear or apprehension

Does it feel effortless?
Does it feel free?
Is it easy as they say?
Icy waters call you home

Does it feel easy?
Does it feel free?

Are you free?

"Silent, into a larger silence where we could not follow" *
What pace is taken
On this humbling walk

Are you quiet
Without fear or apprehension

Does it feel effortless?
Does it feel free?
Is it easy as they say?
Icy waters call you home

Leap of faith?
Slip from grace?


Are you free?

No will for
A way out
From a past of blurry visions
To the present of delusions

No need for
A way back
To the baseline
To the safe haven

Dumbed down to live in one dimension
Swirled, distorted cluttered mind
Stopped the mood from swinging
Suffocated in bags of compulsion

Idler of daydreams
Picked and split apart
A sore sight
To be ignored
A dying breed

Rightly excused
To end in nothingness

No way for
A way back
To the baseline
To the safe haven

To end the nothingness

Another day
Built from decay
A famined slumber
Gone is the summer

Froned upon are the weak and the worn
For they reek of sick and sorrow

They outrun the spectre of hardship
Into scarred open arms thrown back to the mire

Each backward step is theirs to own (own)
Every heartache in a misshapen being (being)
Each hungry mouth an open well (wellness)
Running dry, there's never enough to go around (around)

They are human heards of patience
They slouch and shift their weight
They remain in the cracks
They remain in the fray

Frowned up are the weak and worn
For they reek of sick and sorrow

From the creeping dawn
To the dying dusk
They dance a callous step
Forage for diamonds
Among the turf

Live for what is left
Trails of smoke
Yellow eyes

Live for what is left
Trails of smoke
Yellow eyes
There's never enough of anything to go around

Take me to the cut and dry
Cold... a frozen place
Makes me hide any expression
Makes me hide in the fake

Clean
White
Void

Teach me to mask the spirit
That rose to take its place
That farce of human bonds
Of dignity and respect

Clean
White
Void

Words are worthless
Left in silence

Confusion and blame

Let me be the clean white void
The slate...the unwritten
From this day forward
I offer none

Clean
White
Void

Thoughts are voiceless
Kept tightly spun

Minds misread, all songs unheard

Vomits the absence incessantly
Blind eye of the beholder
Only sees what it believes
Perched upon the fence of truth and error
A battle cry of human tools
Perched upon the fence of truth and error
A battle cry of human tools
Truth has not yet set us free
Right and wrong raise their flags
As diverse as every man
In separate caves and clouds
Broad cast fabrication
Accusations
The power of suggestion
Fooled over persuasion
Wash their minds
Their senses
Perched upon the fence of truth and error
A battle cry of human tools
Perched upon the fence of truth and error
A battle cry of human tools
Truth has not yet set us free
Right and wrong raise their flags
As diverse as every man
In separate caves and clouds
Who is good or evil?
Who is made inhuman?
Who is the fool?
Who is fit to rule?

Your narrow rented tombs
Within your walls of want
The frame in which you haunt
Inside your restless storm
Your paint is cracked and worn
Four walls bubbled and pocked
Marked with shame, a bolted lock
A facade hides your worn out pride
A shoddy view of others just like you
A window rattles you with what you hide
Sickness spreads through
Your breeding grounds of dust
For all within your rooms
Your narrow rented tombs
Within your walls of want
The frame in which you haunt
Inside your restless storm
The paint is cracked and worn
Four walls bubbled and pocked
Marked with shame, a bolted lock
A facade hides your worn out pride
A shoddy view of others just like you
A window rattles you with what you hide