*Dabru Emet  דברו אמת 
*Released under the creative commons Deed Found at 
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**Copyright (2005-2007) By TCM
*Two mantras derived from poems.**
Clothe me with these white robes. 

Instead of nakedness of rulers 
On roads traveled 
Don't quietly submit, loudly reason 
On villainy and heroism 
On love and hate 
Let us try to go forward 
In to truth." 
*Grace*
Let us find a grace, a place 
Those dead liars and living layers 
Lost is the living in tunnels 
Lets find a new one around death and our life 
Away from golden rivers and windswept allies 
Let us stop existing in reality 
And go away to our own 
  

(Responce to Poe's Take this kiss upon the brow)

*Kiss upon the nerves

Take this, this kiss upon your nerves
upon those curves, upon those words
[Should we part or shall we stay?]

This day this hour this year this life
Mere flight of fancy ,Mere words of flight

If hope beacons back let me ride!
If hope beckons back let me fly!
(If my weeping could be heard...)

Would it give me a tigher grasp
[On what we call reality, on this
agreed upon dream all call existance?]

If the hours and the days turned to dust
[And the years spent and future years
extingushed?!? Where would I find myself?]

Somewhere outside of time , outside of all of reality.
Everything is merely some fake 
figment of collective consciousness

But wouldn't that extend reality?
[Maybe a negation of reality 
doesn't make much sence?]

Hope, flows away, of my vision
Of reason, of choices, of existance!
(Is merely an imagination shared...)

I stand amid all of this 
realizing that I know shit
Absolue garbage, I have no wit.

This illusionary existance
This fatal game, this final hour
In all of this illusionary existance

You have been the one thing that is real

[Sylvia]
Racing on a thought, a whim
(The math said no? but The love said yes! ) ...

Cherry trees in wondrous bloom 
A reigning trance of pink petals

¡This is her forest!
Full of all of her feelings

Of her love, of her poles
And her dances and her prose

I see all of these things
round this wood nymph's head

*!*!*!*!The legend of antephil*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!

To the delphic Oracle, so that she won't see what I do.
*!*!*!*!*Terpsichore*

Spending waking nights
Yearning affection
To hold on
[to sanity
to someone]

Shaking from fear
(While Trying to hold
onto the love)
 
Once when he was the only one
Never cool, never sane
While he thought he was the only one

Twice blessed and twice cursed
In his life the best was far lesser
than the worst
in this new age. 

He started the day with a mood and a shake.
He was finally arranged.
A mere mess

Thinking twice was he, merely moving away

cause everyone thinks that it goes away with age.

He wished someone would hold him
While he shook for fear
Of wanting safety
Don't ever think you're the only one 
when times are tough in your new age.

For while his wings
Brought on the demons
The flight
made them let go.

Walking along with his soul in his lungs.
With his soul outside
and his heart on his sleeve

With songs on the brain
And phrases on the tongue
Maths merely the patterns
and the logic to write,

His unrequited love
mere miles away
Merely unrecognised
Just an delusion
An love of an ideal

And yet, it is
the only thing
keeping him
from darkness.

For he is
The one who 
reaching for the sun

The one who held him
Is his only shield
And he will sacrifice it all
For his own ideals

Being so excited
and yet not carying
eating lithium flowers

Swallowing back tears
He still remembered
that redemtion would come
Clinging on to hope

Or maybe it was fear
That brought him to this state
And he thought:
*!*!*!
Clothe me with the robes of innocence.
Let me not dance naked in the lands of our fathers
Let us not go quietly in to that far night
Of villainy and pestilence
Let us try to go forward
In to truth, into our own order.
*!*!*!
Sleeping upon submarines
and fighter planes
In the brain of the sorrowed
In the mind of the weak

Making tunnels upon tunnels
Skin becoming thicker and thicker
Infinite rawhide shells 

Snow as thicker
than comprehension

And yet for all of his troubles
Foibles and faux pas
Gaining nothing for
his ventures

Some have said
better to have loved, instead to never.

And yet still needing
A pure brain
Let him spread the recent ashes of old

As his hand is taken
As the world's variables are taken down
Tasked to record every slighest gesture
Whispering to the delphic oracles

For his reasoning 
Gave the truth
About facts yet to occur

*!*!*!*!*Dead Romantic*

In this mind beats the heart of a dead romantic
Summer time won’t bloom for him
But his words still speak through time
And I know what he thinks is true
Rediscovering his thoughts I saw what I lacked
How to judge what is beauty in the realm of the real 
It’s not in the complexity of it all
With lies that leave you empty
But in the simplicity of what we hold dear
That is where beauty lies
To seek it is to love, and to deny it hate
And single thought that truth is beauty
And that is all you need to know 
To change reality into a extension of the imagination
Using your heart to sow the seeds 
To see what dreams may come
Maybe it was an old romantic ideal
That made me realize what I was lacking
And what I could become.

*!*!*!*!*White Queen*

White queen, golden mother
Of love unspeakable
Desire uncountable
The unbounded love I hold
Descriptions are meaningless
Lore's of love don't compair
You reign o'er me
Like your unbounded grace
May I me stop hiding
My love for you

*!*!*!*!*!*Dialogue with oracle*

Twas a brilln night, 
Twas a brilln night, 
farther than the eye can see, 
mothers weapt on the 
victunals of their 
monp's and whelps.

It was a sunday of blep and blah, 
and others went 
and wensted 
in their towels.

Was a far cry from hate,
 was a far cry from death 
and yet they all fell down.
O'Such backle as this, 
such backle as that 
and yet the stage 
merely changed 
and changed and changed.
The iron, 
the fehc the love 
and the fuck 
merely bonded upon 
and bonded once more
Sebub, rised once more, 
world upon world's destroyed.
Sebub, fell once more, 
world upon world's created.
Bubbles....such a wonderful, 
whimsical world in a little 
sphere of joy...then...pop.
aw ah ah ah says he!

And yet, theresa once stood there, making love to the poet and nothing was created nor destroyed.
at least thermodynamics was preserved.
Then the Teresa known as Teri played the harp...and giggled.
Olive...they said...Olive...
and olives aren't blueberries, instead strawberries
And the energy came forth the om the am and the the, languages once born of datum.

Then the slasher came and rid the world of his existance.
And antephil saw all of creation and it made him mad

And existence was violated, energy was destroyed and the love ceased.
Or did it?
Hmm...It did not cease to exist. 
for as long as there is, there is love.
And yet that ice cream created complacency.
What was an examined life like? What was the unexamined life?
Who knows?
Who knows only one but that 
one was not so easily found in the world.
What was life without death, 
what is death 
without life? 
What is existence 
without questions?
What is an uncontrasted life?
Merely meaningless.
What is knowing death 
but not experiencing it? Merely freedom.
So she set out to find out

*!*!*!*Dearest madam oracle,*


As the clock bells rang out
Thirteen : fourteen: zero one
Judaz, the cake promiser, the death dealer
A vile victor, a vilanous vermin
Never once saying my true name
Just a face hidden behind a white mask
Just a byronic hero, yearning for truth
With her brain dead sheep
Promising cake when there was none
Reducation begun and our freedoms were lost
And two plus two was five
One everlasting white sheet
As the mushrooms grow upward to
the sky, and nothing  was flux
And everything was illuminated...
I ask for nothing in return
For this wondrous dream
This cake is a mere lie
    	       	   Signed, Antephil

*!*!*!*!*La Belle Dame Avec éloigné pactole*

Black roses, upon black roses
Cease of existance means nothing
and cold is a mere friend
Losing the game
a mental game
a childs game
a mans game
a womans game
odds not faced
times not written
Leading into halls of mirrors
Not knowing the self
Held by daemons, 
held by sinners,
And realizing that 
balance is everything
But what we do
in borrowed time
isn't a finite number
Just an uncountable one

*!*!*!*!*Accepting missions*

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!*!*!*!*!*Wonderous*

You wonderous creature,
you kindred spirit,
thriving in snow 
Feeling you close, holding you dear
through the wireless
Lets travel, lets take flight
exploring places only imagined
Hoping you can see the real me
While I can see the real you



*!*!*!*!*!Twas a brilln night, (Coauthored by Terry)

Twas a brilln night, 
farther than the eye can see, 
mothers weapt on the 
victunals of their 
monp's and whelps.

It was a sunday of blep and blah, 
and others went 
and wensted 
in their towels.

Was a far cry from hate,
 was a far cry from death 
and yet they all fell down.
OSuch backle as this, 
such backle as that 
and yet the stage 
merely changed 
and changed and changed.
The iron, 
the fehc the love 
and the fuck 
merely bonded upon 
and bonded once more
Sebub, rised once more, 
world upon world's destroyed.
Sebub, fell once more, 
world upon world's created.
Bubbles....such a wonderful, 
whimsical world in a little 
sphere of joy...then...pop.



aw ah ah ah says he!

And yet, theresa once stood there, making love to the poet and nothing was created nor destroyed.
at least thermodynamics was preserved.
Then the Teresa known as Teri played the harp...and giggled.
Olive...they said...Olive...
and olives aren't blueberries, instead strawberries
And the energy came forth the om the am and the the, languages once born of datum.

Then the slasher came and rid the world of his existance.

And existence was violated, energy was destroyed and the love ceased.
Or did it?
Hmm...It did not cease to exist. 
for as long as there is, there is love.
And yet that ice cream created complacency.
What was an examined life like? What was the unexamined life?
Who knows?
Who knows only one but that 
one was not so easily found in the world.
What was life without death, 
what is death 
without life? 
What is existence 
without questions?
What is an uncontrasted life?
Merely meaningless.
What is knowing death 
but not experiencing it? Merely freedom.
So she set out to find out.

*!*!*!*!*!*!Lets rise

Fallen angel
Won't you let
down you hair

Let us find
A new grace
A new place

Where the dead
Stop lieing

Where the living
Can lose themselves

Lets build
tunnels

Around the death
Around the life

A far cry 
from the golden river
From the windswept vallies

let us stop existing for a moment
And exist in some type of reality
of our own.


*!*!*!*!*!Your breast

Your breast 
isn't hiding
a cold heart

Not merely
blood circulation

Yet it is cold to me
If I could crack my chest open

And remove my faults
You, are that 
fire escape

Out of my
own hell

It seems I can never
warm your heart

Or any heart ; at least
the ones I have tried
I have failed.




*!*!*!*!Chalk Me up

Chalk me up 
As an failure
As an casualty of society
Don’t ask me as I bleed
If I am in pain
Don’t ask me if I am okay
As my pale face
Shows I am knocking
On death’s door
Don’t offer me help
As I lay hanging there
Now stop bothering me
As I ready my noose

*!*!*!*!Never leaving

I never want to leave you
Holding onto the piece
of you
While you are near
my heart increases
in size, in speed
Since you have picked
my heart from its perch
Your the kind of girl
that I could hold onto

*!*!*!*Orbital 

Come with me
All of you
To ask of friendship from
the living, beating heart from
Fool's reconing in
Purple etching
on my mental slate
Across my temporal lobe
Let me sway
your path, your orbit
In my direction

*!*!*!*!*!*!Bargain
Giving an part of me [while
taking a part of you] (was 
an romantic deal), your
own vallies with[
your heart beat]
Never tepid, you fill
an space, a true longing
I always had and
I will never forget
For I store that piece
In my heart

*!*!*!*!*!*Black Queen, Silver sword
The free spirit
The boundless lover
Hookup, hookoff
All is fair
No sacrosanct actions
In your domain
Coloring you own reality
Making symbols to sentances
Analyzing the voice
of humanity
Grammars without context
Vocal phonemes
Using the silver sword
To cut my engulfing darkness
For it is in your touch
In your warmth
In your spirit

*!*!*!*!*!*!For all of you

For all of you there exists an desire unbounded
If you are around then my heart races
If you are near then I become happier

There exists an hope that love will be returned
Which has uncountable cardinality
My trust in you is greater than others 
and my trust is greater for you than anyone.
Therefore I love you
QED

*!*!*!*!*!*!I?
What am I to you?
A smiling bag of meat?
A filthy animal begging
for your own attention?

Why do I exist?
For your amusement?
For your pleasure?

*!*!*!*!*!*!Let me lie

Let me lie across
poppy fields

Crying with the sinners
And laughing at the saints

Doesn't death come
for those who deserve it

Doesn't death come
for those who want out?

Won't you let me die with honor
Without pieces, without strife

Let the end
wash over me

Let life start
once again

My decay is merely
An passing state

Let me reconstruct
Myself again.

End it all

Maybe I am doomed
to unrequited love

I fear not rejection
Since it can be assumed

Let me rid myself
Of this thorny crown of love

This unending torment
The hell of my own design

End my sickness
For others are hell

Let me instead
Count the ways

It hurts inside
Burning my soul

Like ants 
under an lens

Hand me the key
That lets out

This caged mind
This tortured soul

Cure my sickness
Let me end it all.

Let me
out

*!*!*!*!*!*!White Queen

White queen, golden mother
Of love unspeakable
Desire uncountable
The unbounded love I hold
Descriptions are meaningless
Lore's of love don't compair
You reign o'er me
Like your unbounded grace
May I me stop hiding
My love for you

*!*!*!*!*!Abstract nonsence
Functors of natural transformations
Using Yoneda's lemma to prove
My diagrams don't chase themselves.

Invoking hilbert's invariant theory
Mere theology in mathematical clothing

*!*!*!*!*!Voile You

She Lays, and has lied
(near) Park ash L(n)
(By) braze(n) oak

Her hazel peak's

(Washing across my consciousness)

Her Rook's bites 
my able bets
hitti(n) her zeal

Bash 'O Ash
Seize a sizeable
Area (from an)
Alpha Seer's Sky
 
(While) zealot hobbies 
On sizeable bale bozos
(Merely take away
the self)



*!*!*!*!*!Psychosis

Mental death,
(with grand
delusions).

Mere serpents
(eating away
at sanity)
and sancity

[Polymorphic swords
Dichromatic beatitudes
Dicdacictic monosylabic ERSTAZ]

All mere trifles

Compaired to the highs
Of your own design

merely a demon
(festering in 
your own head)

Yet it can 
inspire

You to reach
your farthest
goals

your deepest
thoughts

Exploring
edges of your
brain

Although eventually
all you want
is out

*!*!*!*!*!*!Lonelyness

Lonelyness isn't
next to happiness
or godlyness...

Just adjacent
to sadness
and sickness

Shall I die
alone
Lamenting the past?

[Leading a life
without meaning]
Without self?

Let my demise
wash over me

And yet
an beating
heart

Sounds for you
Not yet woken,
[(still silent])

Having thrown
down my love

Mere delusions
Unexpressable
Or maybe searching
For one to call home


*!*!*!*!*!*!You are

You are
the one

Who is more
beautiful

Than my
memory

Since your
beauty

is impossible
to be recalled

Not one word
describes you

Not even a countable
or a uncountable set

Filled with words

Your look
your mind

That something
which is you


Wishing

I wish 
I had something
original

Something interesting
Something new

Not worn out
A tattered mess
Not worth writing

Sometimes I wish
I had high art
Instead of posters
of ill repute

Maybe I
Should stop wishing
And start changing

Life isn't simple

Life just doesn't
get simpler

The only easy
way out
is a gun 
to the head

You shall always
fear failure
(And tend to forget
your success)

Darkness in our 
hearts 
comes and goes
(But light
may stay)

Friends fade 
And enemys
are always
at your door

When we long
For an easy 
way out

Are we not
losing out 
on what
might be
beyond 
dark times?

Schadenfreud

I take pleasure in the most dreadful things
The mashing of fingers
The crys of pain

No delight in my perfect world
No crys of joy
Only darkness to engulf them all

If this is wrong
I delight in this madness
This pain without pleasure

If this is sickness
Then I wish for no cure

For when the bombs fall
And the last breath echos

That would be true peace on earth
And I could reside happy

Knowing that the end isn't near
But it has already begun

And take one last breath
To smell the death

From The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot
(In counterpoint to TS elliot...)

The third one is Azariel 
(Who burns my mind)
Making my fleeting flights of sanity
Turn into dust , guiding me 
(to the point of prophecy)
Beckoning me back 
To where I desperately 
want (to be)
And sending them back
 (to where they came)

One's mind 

One's mind
shouldn't stray
near stars

For like feather 
wings
Bound with wax
It too can melt

Degrading
into a surreal 
mind

With only 
one's will
Keeping it from 
self digestion

Only from truth
will a new mind
be born
Falling from Grace

Losing
my innocence

Wasting away
my time
on myself

Distracted by
the grace
of unrelenting
unrequited love

Then as I 
finally fell

While hearing
an angels 
voice
call out 
to me

The noise 
With evil 
overtones

desiring
a soul

The choice 
I
had to make

Was either
to atone 
for my sins

or remain
in twisted 
logic
Using false
rationale

I was put
in a place

to force 
the decision

my own (personal) 
mirrored
firing squad 

I chose 
truth
over delusions

Then
everything
wasn't lost

And my
angel
was at 
my side

Notes from Zegota

I (am)
a sick man
Devoid of hope
Of passion
An unattractive
man

I know
my brain
is diseased

Let it degrade!
Let it rot!

I 
still respect
modern medicine

I rather
reject it
and stop embracing
my struggles

So long
I have searched
for the sublime
and beautiful

So I shall flush
my medicine
Forget my
therapies

And lie
sulking
waiting for my 
insanity
to take 
control

And then
I shall be
truely lost

Since my passion
has died
I will
go along
with it.

libero dorma (italian for free will (for) sleep?)

While I 
felt my mind 
burn
As I was turning
into dust

You cooled me
with memories
of your kindness 

And that
fixed me
by giving me 
joy

And now 
that I
am still here

I am too fond
of you
to not tell 
you
how I feel

I hope
my poems
has helped me
share my gratitude

I wish I
could fall 
away
with you

As I 
put our 
fate
in your hands


From nothing emerges an angel

When I
was at lunch
was sitting alone
Looking into 
nothingness

You 
came in 
floating like an angel
that I 
was waiting for

I see your
subtle curves
that are as smooth 
as silk

I
am imperfect
Without a pure
part inside
of me

In a place
that I 
never belonged to

You 
gave me control
To stop the pain  
of being alone

I wish
you would notice
me a little more
I wish 
I could give back
to you
what you 
have given me
I hope
that you will never
feel alone

And you are a lifesaver
Now that I
know you
I
can believe 
in anything.

You have my eyes
(tinted skin remake??)

You
have my eyes
Looking at
your perfect skin

Or a body
that I drown in
So beautiful
that words barely
scratch the surface

That flirts
with my mind
And takes me to
foreign lands

But it is truly
that something I can tell
That makes you
what you are

And that is
Your kindness
the warm touch
that helps me realize
What I am

And carves
silky smooth
ripples in my mind

It is in these memories
that I cherish
And hope to revisit

Like a wind
at my back
And a friend
at my side
That something
(thoughts I hold of her)
That no one sees
 that I desire

Of suicide 
women

The age
of eye aversion
(At painted 
ladies)
Has faded into 
absurity

And the obscene
Is merely things
That is found
In your local
media

And eden
is all around
For it is in
these pictures

That we find a beauty
(not all acknowledge)
better than blue
rhapsodies 

Break out of your
groupthinking shell
Eating away at
your mind

Making you drum
the beat of one

This is a wakeup
call 
(from the internet)
From the collective
minds
And we just want
you to look

(Here) Be Girlish Sins (of jenny)

May the path 
rise to your whim
As the wind 
blows at your back

(And even as the blessing
Of soft sweet rain
falls across your curves)

I remember how
The sun always shines
On your smooth face

As your hair glistens
(Like the flax
blowing in the wind) 
(on the plains)

While Living 
(your life)
Always remember
to forget
The bitter parts 

And never forget
to remember
The sweet parts
the blessed parts

And teach your children
These sacred blessings
As you watch your children's
children spread rich blessings

Desires of a pastry maker

Today at my day job,
Making pastries and rolls
 In the urban sprawl
 of this thin new city,

I wished I was a member of the old money,
My food liquefied by my butler;
Noting the sybolism in my Renior painting
And watching a private screening of Yes, Virginia
Where I am currently dating the lead actress.

Yet this daydream liquefies into nil
And I am faced with the reality
Of a "hum drum" existence
ANd I am forced to exchange old money
For a single cinnamon roll....

January Twenty-Second

The streetlights flickered and fade
with the steady beat of the city
as we walked down Harlem Avenue.

We had come for the theater;
My mother, still frugal, paid our way.
Our laughter echoes

As the jazzy music still rattles
In our step, in our minds
We hum the syncopated beat

On her giddy moment of play,
A young passerby stood on a dirty street corner
Twirling a balloon.

As I watch I slowly realize
The yearning within me
And how I am torn between two ideals

At eighteen, I am too old
To enjoy a single balloon,
Too young to enjoy drinks with my mother.

I stood there watching the cars go by,
The horns refusing to stay silent,
Loud as a thunderstorm.

White Office Sestina

In the white office sits a chair
Safe from the rain
Some company if given by a mouse
Who lives inside an old brown shoe
With a table made from, and eraser
A thimble as the mouse's hat

The mouse goes out looking for a new hat
Beyond his boundaries marked by the chair
Then he is startled by a falling eraser
From the sky like the rain
He wishes he was back in his shoe
Then he meets another mouse

This new friend a lost mouse
Far away from his house (a hat)
They both venture back to the shoe
In the white office with the chair
As you look outside the window there is rain
When they reach the shoe they sit at a eraser

They plan where they will go next, beside the eraser
They will find the home of the other mouse
Their pitter patter of their feet sounds like the rain
As they both travel with thimbles on their heads used as hats
Moving past the various office chairs
They can barely make out he shoe

As they depart in the distance stands the old brown shoe
They pass by an eraser
And come up to a chair.
Both of them rejoice like baby mouses
They finally reach their destination, a fedora hat
That has been barely touched by the rain

This dreary office lets in the rain
Unlike the white office with the shoe
The office does protect the fedora hat
That has many erasers
Both of them wish each other well (like a good mouse)
As the mouse departs for the old brown shoe near the chair

As we end this tale of chairs and mice
One lives in a shoe while the other a hat
We should all wish to be safe from the rain and to stay free from our erasures.

Thought Villanelle
I open my eyes and fight with my head
As my thoughts attempt to destroy me
Sometimes I wish that the world would end

I know if I could just mend
My wayward thoughts that twist and turn
I could open my eyes and not figtht with my head

But my thoughts go their on way instead
Thoughts which make no sense, I can't agree
Sometimes I wish that the wold would end

I want to flee the thoughts that I dread
To a time when life was full of glee
But I must open my eyes and fight with my head

At times I scream until my ears ring
Or wish I was a lime tree
Sometimes I wish that the world would end

Is life just a means to an end?
I need my mind true and free
I open my eyes and still fight with my heads
Always wishing that the world would end

Piercing Ring
The piercing ring of the cell phone destroys the silence
Nonstop chatter picks away at my peace
As I yearn for a quieter time
When I could read this battered book in peace

A silent moment is something to cherish
Like the echo of your own laughter
It calms, it relives, and it can inspire
Like a warm summer breeze

I wish to grab the next phone I see
And rip it apart pieced by piece
As vicious as a pack of wolves
There will be no more remains

Then I will have my peace;
(tranquility that is all my own) 
Enjoying the sound of silence

Perception

Perception is a powerful thing
It is in perception that we see ourselves,
and what we see in the world.
(it is in this that we base our lives)

Like a feeling that we hold onto,
when times aren't as fair.
Or the meaning of words on a page.
(secrets that we shall never tell)

Our perception reflects what we believe
What we know and what we value.
Truths that we hold dear to ourselves
and outlooks on what life means.

Experiences determine our perception
(like picking flowers on a warm day)
With the breeze carrying the petals away
As you sit beneath a fern tree

Our own unique personal look
On how we should live our lives
(what our dreams our made of
and how we feel inside)

Perception is a powerful thing
(Either seeing the day like a bright open morning
or a gloomy day filled with washed out clouds)

Composed of the interpretation from our sences,
with the values that we hold dear.
Perceptions is what makes us who we truely are,
and what determines what we can become.


Walking Across the Shores

Have you walked across the shores?
In the moonlight, while holding a gaze
That no one could break
Because you had that something
The thoughts of a plan of a life you might lead
And places you will go
The things you will do
Did you still remember them?
When heartbreak comes
And your judgment is clouded
While you carry regret and anger
Fury begotten from unbreakable feelings
Because of things you couldn’t control
And the tempest rose and destroyed those shores.
While time seemed to slow down
For your life almost escaped you
As you were washed away by the crashing waves 
But you survived it all
And the storm was gone when a calm begot the new land
And the only thing you had left
The only thing you carried with you were your dreams.

Rain Before

It’s the rain that you have felt from a day long past
Remembering the rhythm of a somber melody
You hear as the droplets caress your face
Blown by the cool autumn breeze
That whispers of a sadness not seen
For this is the day when love expressed itself in sacrifice
And now you lament the fate that she now holds
For the last bell has rung
And her part in your life has closed
Although her heart has stopped beating
She still has yours
And now with the flowers in hand
Her favorite bouquet a dark rose...
You use them to remember 
The only thing you can still love
Its her memory in your heart
Making you still go on
While she still holds a part of your soul

Sitting here on my laurels
Lamenting on my monotone days
Where each one seems like the other
I look back on the days I left behind
And wish I had done more
Instead of the bare minimum I did
When I let the Hours waste away
The broken dreams I left behind
I try to revive them
To give them life that they didn't have before
And I look back on those days
Not with sorrow but instead looking forward
Trying to catch up with my dreams
And stop wasting the days that may come

Walking Across the Shores
Have you walked across the shores?
In the moonlight, while holding a gaze
That no one could break
Because you had that something
The thoughts of a plan of a life you might lead
And places you will go
The things you will do
Did you still remember them?
When heartbreak comes
And your judgment is clouded
While you carry regret and anger
Fury begotten from unbreakable feelings
Because of things you couldn’t control
And the tempest rose and destroyed those shores.
While time seemed to slow down
For your life almost escaped you
As you were washed away by the crashing waves 
But you survived it all
And the storm was gone when a calm begot the new land
And the only thing you had left
The only thing you carried with you were your dreams.

Looking for a muse
Looking down a bygone time
Remebering that sweet burgundy rose 
That beckoned me back to find my muse
She is a calliope of wonderful places
Stories to be told to the people I see
Wherever I go I always will remain
In her heart, in our gaze
I thought in my bad memories
My sight would be lost of her
But that day has not come
Since I have known her
She stops the sorrowful days
By letting me venture forward
With the memories I keep
And the imagination in her heart
I ventured forth with her
And I found I was in a dream
Imagined and yet still known
On a path I still walk down
Searching for the long lost verse

Dead Romantic
In this mind beats the heart of a dead romantic
Summer time won’t bloom for him
But his words still speak through time
And I know what he thinks is true
Rediscovering his thoughts I saw what I lacked
How to judge what is beauty in the realm of the real 
It’s not in the complexity of it all
With lies that leave you empty
But in the simplicity of what we hold dear
That is where beauty lies
To seek it is to love, and to deny it hate
And single thought that truth is beauty
And that is all you need to know 
To change reality into a extension of the imagination
Using your heart to sow the seeds 
To see what dreams may come
Maybe it was an old romantic ideal
That made me realize what I was lacking
And what I could become.

La Belle Dame Avec Vérité Absolue  
(Beautiful Women with absolute truth)

It isn't black roses on my cheek
Or the fear that I may cease to be
Or cold that I have been left out in
Like a lonely flower chilled in winter -
But to lose a simple game 
That war for my own mind.

For that is where my thougts reside
And this is a fight with the odds against me.
For I am always with my demons;
Their darkness rights upon my brain.
I was led into their halls
With mirrors of my dreams
And I saw what they wanted me to see.

They used the ailment,
A double-sided curse,
That wounds inside the dream.
I was always a knight with emerald armor
That takes up arms against his foes.
I cry out, La Belle Dame Avec Verite Absolue
And throw down my armor,
Used only to quell my fears.

I strive to find the balance,
To settle the devil in the details -
So my mind shall be calm;
To finally feel the wind,
The gaze that she holds within -
That makes me want to be

A Finite Amount of Time

A Finite Amount of Time
When our posessions break, our beauty fades, 
When our health is a fond memory, 
We realize money is meaningless.

And the seconds tick by
Like a testament to mortality,
We realize what we really need and want is time -
A moment to confess our love,
Minutes to write the verse.

Or a day to walk through the forest
With the trees all fading into colors
Waiting lazily for the end of the day
To watch the stars dance in the sky.

We realize the implicit beauty of creation:
That we only have a finite time -
But the things we can do
Are infinite.

The horse you never rode in on

While you have been riding off in the distance
Trying to find those golden cherubs
Your gallop seems to echo
Your pace tells of the sorrow that follows
But hope is on your face
And yet you still are lost
You listen to the sound 
The wind always had 
That you have never heard
It dissolves into a quiet forest
And then you hear a blue birds song
With blackbirds singing the bass line
Where you stand seems to strike a chord
That melts the tissues in your mind
You stare at the oak where the gig was
West the sun sets with red yellow dance
With the white knights that drop slowly on the day
It clears by its absence  and the singers fly off
Something Reminds of  feelings that catch up
Dove's that fly away linger in your mind
Remembering that sweet rhapsody that lingers still
The melody made of that something inconcievable
You stopped when the chords went wrong
And yet you still stand

Free Radical 
In the struggle we find ourselves in pain 
Being washed away by the tempest
And we can never break its spell

And then we find ourselves changed
An adaptation made during the battle
But we still are alone

But then someone gives us
Their hope from their heart
A sweetness unseen a melody not heard

Thats in your mind that I have seen
Which took my heart away
Listen to the sound of silence

Can you hear my heart that beats?
Did it dissolve the void within?
Listen to the oracles whim

Its the destiny that shall come to pass
But sometimes our lives have other paths
Do your lingering feelings still stand?

Something of you will always linger in my mind
Don't feel sorrow for me
When I almost let you slip threw

My grasp that was longing
And yet I found you
To fix the hole inside me

And my sorrow started to end
For the pain just stopped
When I saw what you had

Rain only falls once
It's the rain that you have felt
That you remember from a day long past
The rhythm of a somber melody
You hear as the droplets caress your face
The cool autumn breeze
Whispers of a sadness you hear
For this is the day
When love expressed itself in sacrifice
And now you lament
The fate she now holds
Her last bell has rung
And the song you shared has ended
Although her heart has stopped beating
She still has yours
Now with the flowers in your hand
Her favorite bouquet
The rainbow of roses that shown of her
Purity her beauty her grace
You use them to remember
The only thing you still can love
Its that something
That makes you go on
While she will always have a part of you
She gave you her spirit in her final hour

Fractures in the void
It seems a fractured life 
To walk it all alone
To fly without a friend
And cry without a shoulder
A fear of most it seems
But who asks us to change the song
To change the minor key
We think a knight in shimmering armor 
Shall come to save us 
But when we do find them
We either fear them
Or don't even persue them
Even when we know we should
Reach out to them
And try to change our lives
To make something out of
The void that is

Reality's Reflections
Sweet dreams child
May you awaken to them
The sights you shall see
Where the poets dream the muses dance
And the faery's kiss you in the distance
Or those long walks with your lover
That you would kiss in front of all
Under a cherub tree of lavendar
Or a fall tree of amber
For it is the dreams inside
That make the reality we see

Sweet Destiny
Sometimes my broken heart
Makes me feel like a lonely rose

Out in an autumn rain
Hoping that winter never comes

For it is that season
That breaks the rose

I feel the wind howling
And it seems like snow will fall

But you have been kindness
The sweet Indian summer

Where the rose basks in the sunlight
And prepairs for the next season

You revive my hope
To pull me out of sorrow

And I will always see you
As the rainbow after the storm

Lost sunshine
We all have glass hearts
With smooth curves that never lose the shine
That can be stolen and shattered
For who mends the pieces that cut
That we can lose the heart
And the shine is broken 
For it is love , that lavendar haze
Which mends and breaks our hearts
That binds us and seperates us
For you can drive miles and miles
And never find love that sits beside you
It sometimes is beauty
That you just can't see

Mirror of quicksilver
Mercury rising when we see ourselves
Impossible the choices we face
When all trials seem to fail
You look to the waters of life
And try to find the flow
It is then when you decide
To smell the roses while you run
And try paint your the sky
Its never where we want to go
Its where we truely are
And the struggle that realizes
That we must change our world
To get anywhere in life
And that is what makes up our lives


The knights tour
And this was my tour
On the board of life and death
Bloodshed that you could smell
For the sacrifices were equal
But my forces were prime
I pulled out a pin from my fair lady
And sacrificed the knight for a tall tower
For I have taken his options away
And the day ended with mate in the last rank

Disorder

No god of war it seems to me
Only a goddess playing with Olives
For we see in times gone by
A waltz of leaders of those times
Revolution the rebirth from ashes
Peace a sublime lack of action
For whom does the sorid bell toll
Eris's delight With discord at hand
While soldiers stand for their doctrines at hand
One finds that without war no peace would come
And that a clear conflict may never come

Mortal Melody

Sometimes roses speak to me
A sweet song never heard by mortals like me
Crimson tells of matters inside
Beauty that is merely free

Velvets majesty leads to castles
Floating in the clear blue sky
Azure's imagination in bloom
Cultivating its own path into the day

A mortal melody 
A thought they hold
That lets them live
That gives them soul

For the emerald rose know's only
The truth at hand
Nothing ventured means nothing gained
One must find the exit door

The Tint of life
Maybe its that tinted skin
That hints of foreign lands not seen
Or a body you could drown in
That you can plainly see

Its that something I can't tell
That makes her what she is
For she carves ripples in my mind
Smooth as silk and clear as the sky

Her kindness like a warm touch
Thats soothing to the soul
Its this memory of her
That is wind at my back

And the friend at my side
It is merely that something
The thoughts I hold of her
That no one sees, that I desire


Flown the Coup
Her love has flown like the falcon
Threw the tree's and above the moon
After those last pink petals fell
You still didn't know what she was
What she meant to you
Now your left standing there
You feel naked without her
As night falls 
You weep a bed full of tears
As just another isolated pawn
Left there by a dominating queen
Tomorrow will never occur 
At least that is what you believe
And yet you still play the game

Echo's from the ocean
Eyes as blue as the ocean
Hair of flaxen music past
An echo of an atlantean dream
Majestic as the night sky

For she wants to learn the language of love
A foreign tougue of the Sun King
Their song still stands
As beautys manifest destiny

Its something in her eyes
Looking at me like a fey
Her stare is to me
As windows looking out at a rainbow

Eyes like the wildflower
That line the path to where it stood
Where mortals dare not tred
A velvet paradise of Eden 

Not perfection I have sought
For I would have found my goddess
But a queen I found
And I was seeking you
(Model: Alex Polly)

*Broken flower
You see remnants of roses
Their flutter sounds like whispers
Of borrowed dreams that you have
Or fondness not spoken of

Their color reminds one of
A fury's heat once known
Passions flowering into a muse
With fire's warm touch

They rustle at your feet
Like petals that you picked
Falling remnants of love
Attempting to find the one

You wait at an imaginary place
Somewhere between the den of the real
And the garden of eden
Where your heart runs free

Searching with your soul
It found exactly what it sought
That something that just is
The one you just can't leave

*Ethernal blade
Knight with ethernal blade
Who was your Vally Hi
Sight unseen can not redress
The mystery at umpton grace
For have you seen the sand's there
The bumglo's drop their flowers
Eternal on those journey men sands
"Calloo malay" They shout at you
As you find their star crossed women
A greeting in verse 
From an archaic ancient tougue
And yet you know what happened
For you were there; it was revealed to you
Now tell me now what you have seen

*Lavender Haze
When your lost in that lavender haze
A phase that you might see opaque
Do you see yourself in it?
For you think you lost your muse
Inside the glass onion
Listen to your blue rose
To find where the emerald crystal lies
So your muse can be free
You find yourself in a forest
A autumn day of a yellow green wood
St Jude shows you the path 
And you find yourself where you started
Since you never really lost your muse
You merely lost yourself

*What is weakness?
Is that pain weakness that makes us human?
For we live for the struggle
We die for the cause
And yet sometimes
Its not the pain that you feel
The one inside hurts much more
When it isn't weakness but merely lack of strength
You must make it leave
And find the strength within
To fight it and to win
Your friends can only show you the path
But it is only you that will be saved by you

*False truth
And yet they said
For the pieces of culture were pure
Its faded glory still stood
Once they said that its destruction 
Would bring us to eden
Saving us from purgatories lingering spirit
On their last breath
When they belived replacement 
Would give salvation
We knew their affliction
Of the artifical utopia
And the truth of the real
That the converse satisifies
But the utopia never does

*Forgotten Tune
When you hum a tune
Or play it
Someone hears it

When you remember a tune
That I have forgot
I'll smile at you if you play it back to me

When I have forgotten a song
Which was very dear to me
I'll thank you when I hear it from you

And yet someone has sung a tune
That was that tune you never forget
When I have forgotten it

I shall thank you not in words
Or pictures that you will interpret
But in another song you may remember

*Foreground, Backound
We see the petals fall
The breeze carrys wind around
Petals of a pastel pink
That foreground of a major key
With a lucid flow of melody
The scene reminds you
Of dreams that may come
And yet you still see
Whats behind it all

*The scheme
For when I found the holy lisp
So pure the curves that are parens
With a report merely one short text
Of beauty's simplicty

I knew that lisp was for me
But then there was a choice
Of thousand page lisp's
That is when I prayed for mercy

My goddess answered my call
With the flowers of recursion
And the lexical wildflower of scope
All around the syntax tree

I heard "Scheme shall show you the path
To beauty through simplicity
Not a thousand page tower of babel
But merely the essential fraction"

And I rejoiced and heeded her call
Found the purple tome of wizard's
The structure of the spells
And their interpretation

My eyes have been opened
To the spells of functions
And the beauty that lies
In the scheme that is


*The wind of change

The storm has ended
A sweet nothing fills your senses
Yet I still smell the change

Patterns you can find
In the choices you make
But not all patterns are true

Some might be true others are dead ends
But you can still hold onto one
Sometimes you must let them go

With information thats forced down our throats
Patterns we must see
But are there ones we may not recognize?

But some you will never see
Even though beauty may fade
You still hold on to it

For even a catepillar changes
Into a butterfly and
That is the power of change

Can either cause a tempest

Or quell a storm
But it is the butterflies choice
Even if it doesn't realize
Its true power

Even if its broken
It can be mended
But it will never be like it was

For it will find the path
That will still save it even
If its a fundamental fault

You can still see your dreams
And survive when your breath is almost gone
Will you die with no means to an end

Or create anew 
To live without fear
And then you shall see

That even the broken arrow
Can stil hit the mark in the sky
It just takes time

It is when you see yourself
The wonders that may pass
You shall still see what is in front of you

*An Discord To Eris
She always knew where her towel was
For has ridden with hell's angel's
And sung better than any choir
And her answer to all is written in the texts
But she has saved me
Giving me meaning where there was nothing

I have seen her in the times of light
Or in my darkess hour
Telling me how to pull through
She had the smell of fairy dust
But I could never comprehend her 
For she is like the unknown aleph
Her infinite nature that is undecidable

When I looked into her eyes of amber
There was a coolness unseen
Like the grace she has
When you see her afar
You could hear her sing her sweet song
As she strolled on by not even looking at me

Her dress was provocative at best
At worst it left nothing to the imagination
All golden like the apple she had
The inscription I saw
But you could see the dagger she hid
And fear was in my brow
But I was shaken not by her
Instead by what she said

*A speech of discord
I am within you and without you
If you try to oppose me it will be in vain
You cannot fight the disorder
For in any closed system I exist

But if you follow my lead
If you are my subject and use me
I can make your dreams into destiny
For I will be your imaginations limits

And the only thing that is keeping you
Is the psychic armor that you hold dear
Throw that away and awaken 
To the wonders that your mind holds

A negative Delta
And then my armor waned 
It slipped off suddenly

Into a mental morphism 
When the world started to become 

Somewhere in between reality
And voices of the surreal in the distance

I had to find the balance within
I held the remmnants of the armor I had

And I realized I still had my armor
But It had changed 

And I could use the blade of the delta
To find where I stood

My world of dreams had ended
Instead the world of implementation awaited

And all I had to do
Was not be afraid


*Wishing for Forgetting
Being faced with
the yearning to erase
memories
This pill
holds the key
Opening the brain
Erasing thoughts

As it took hold
I wished to forget
my forgetting
To remember
once more

Eliminating this
dark cloud
And wish away
my first wish


*Laurels

Lamenting dead days on laurels
No uniqueness, no order, no chaos
Just apathy, the opposite of love
Just a bunch of dejected dreams
I wish that more happened,
I wish that love rung true

Instead of looking towards 
an ill past, a dead one
Lets begin anew,
Reviving and rescuating
replacing death with life, chaos with order
And stop wasting and killing my time

*Blue rose
Life is like a blue rose
Daedalian in its seamless impossibility
But thorny with peril
For the sound of silence permeates 
And rules begot the land
Where Rigid and square is the norm
But the wise have said it all in a day
Or have they?
Follow the road to the Strawberry Fields
Where no drab cold winds grow
Chase forever forward to dream
And gorgeous landscapes are in your grasp forever

*Duality
An azure windswept passage I found that my closet seemed to open up to
I asked does it end or loop back on itself?
For in darkness imagination does not treat me as a friend
So I had to cut through half of my fears
For curiosity could whisper in my ear
Enticing me to venture forth
But my fears had me in my grasp
So I closed the door to where the shadows lay 
And said goodbye to curiosity 
I could sence a cold slience prevailed the winds of time
But then a weeping pierces the silence like a knife in my back
Eminating from my door to the passage of blue
Open you dare to test my curiosity if it will fullfill its promise
Only time will tell if crossing its fingers it has
I followed where the passage went
With blade at hand and fear in breath
I walked in as a boy holding a ethereal hatchet
And came out As a man wielding a vorpal katana
With fear at bay and faith in hand
And my recolections are as follows...
I was walking down a path in a white and yellow wood
And found a train station with platform's 6 and 7
I was loitering in seven when
The groves head nymph preached A koan of enlightenment
	"To find the path search your soul
	Then find the master that follows the path
	To walk the path is to only follow the master
	To become the master follow the path that has never been"
So I went threw with life
Without a care in the world
Because in my seeing minds eye I had nothing to live for
No pain nor pleasure or love or hate
for I didn't know the meaning of these things
A kalidescope girl walked threw the turnstyle
She came close to me with her fair skin and hair to match
Whisper she did in my ear a saying
"Come hither for the looking glass in your eyes have you?"
I asked her what she meant and she replied with a kiss
Took my hand with her soft touch
Lead me the way out of darkness she did
You saw her soul from her eyes 
She had what was too little of but lost it somewhere
Which is still in mind
Of water doped with plenty weight 
Hemlock with water a dangerous bunch
She was as kind as a flower but as deadly as a bee
You can hear her voice ring out above the rest
She studied at the school of Etuprie at the top of her class
Encompanced in her glance what men desribe in a lifetime
For her speech eloquent filled with metaphores of a different colour
'mares she was haunted in her sleep
-welding a blade of velvet green light
For her gig was gold until her elvish lover was lost by an electric fire
His last words were his magnum opus
	"Life is like a blue rose
	Daedalian in its seamless impossibility
	But thorny with peril"
She didn't remember the rest because it was a enlightenment path
That she wanted to follow but couldn't do alone
What she had to remember him by was a ring of duality
Of crypto dragons and blue rose butterflies
So I took the first step in a mans journey
And with her we rode to the tainted fields
Where poppies grew and it was dante's hell
Because no snow fell on the tarnished land
A present we hoped to bring to there
Representing the slaying of the beast of burden
That was the true sorrow of the field.
That said goodbye to blue skys
Along the way there was a velvet road
With scarred skys and painted dreams
And she said to know the right path follow the master
That laied out the path to become one
Since silence stayed with me
As we walked to her house in the
Drinking her wine talking till 4 
Talking about how I got here
Space-time oragami it seems
A few folded manifolds made it all possible
So I took out my sub-ethea-sence o matic to check this out
To my surprise nothing was found.
And then she told me a poem on purple frogs
That she remembered as a child
	Venture forth to your own iris
	Where purple frogs and blue roses lament
	That is where the strawberry fields lay
	Enter with thy mithral touch
	To leave your fears behind
	For a sorrowful soul is one
	That doesn't see the beauty inside a forget-me-not
	That saved ones soul tonight
	By the intake of the pure air
	On the forever field's
	With the blue roses singing their truth
She had a garden of the azure rose
Arranged like the cup of a sunflower
Then a staccato note ringed threw the air
A knocking at the entrance of this abode
The red queens forces seem to have come
Men with looking glass ties that didn't have any eyes
I brought out my hatchet and my friend readied herself for the fight
The challengers said " what have you knaves?"
Etheral Blade
All I have is a ethereral dagger with an elvish text in a obscure dialect  engraved upon the blade
When it rings it sounds the song of a caged flower
Of which only the ones with the true ears can see
The colours of its ring
For it helped me go to my destination 
Of opening the 10th door
As a crypt needing an word to open

*Furtive Dance
to be or not to be?
That is what my fears are.
So I hid behind a mask of dance
	"A game played by me and all
	To hide behind a mask
	To know thyself is really to win
	To lose is to not change
	An ultimate evil of our seeing minds eye,
	Contemplating our existance inside us?"
Now I say " To be or let it be"
And instead try to face piles of trials with smiles
SInce all you need is love to make the world go round.
For its the one I love that I am  looking for
threw looking glass ties and lucys skys
Even marshmellow bridge will eluded me 
I have been Across the universe 
But back home I still came
Looking for a kindred spirit to walk with me
To find the place where blue sky's haven't said goodbye


*Kings Sword
Inherited a sword of elvish antiquity I have
It was one of my uncle's keepsakes
rumored to have slain a bandersnach
A reprise of this  lore my I set my eyes on
For I loved the sword drove me to that (conclusion)
Vorpal and ethereal it was
So that it couldn't be touched by the gods
Yet here I stood with it
Upon the strawberry Fields
To slay the dark dragon for its blood
For the blood in my veins wasn't mine
But of a velvet  dragon
For a curse lay upon me
"Not be able die but to live
To posses a my soul into a freeze
And to be entombed in a blue diamond"
And a blood sucker I would have to be
Of only dragons I shall dine

*Love white dreams
You love white dreams
I like pink truth
We know how blue diamonds moan
Please have her feel individal skys
The ones that you can't go through
If purple observations love you so
It will let winter's ache flood in

*Marble Orchid
Sister Death's cold marble orchid
Where flowers fall for her customers
That never seem to leave
Where grief's game helps when played as a team
And Love is the eternal that only is
For these fields are the last ones we won't see
But we shall live eternal , in our childrens eyes

*New year
All hail the good grace of the new year!
May your resolutions come true 
And your bad habits go stale
For woe is the one that can't keep promises 
To themselves.

*Purple Frog
Venture forth to your own iris
Where purple frogs and blue roses lament
That is where the strawberry fields lay
Enter with thy mithral touch
To leave your fears behind
For a sorrowful soul is one
That doesn't see the beauty inside a forget-me-not
That saved ones soul tonight
By the intake of the pure air
On the forever field's
With the blue roses singing their truth

*Tenement
Telling the darkness my deepest fears
My ears ring the sound that just isn't there
Of the breaking of neon idols in the pure white light
I started reading those tentament halls
They cut me in my anger and my shame
For a mere prophet's script was upon those walls
That led me to my fate of the sails of quicksilver
To bleed without wound
To absorb the tears but not shed any
And on no one's side and everyones at the same
To lay myself down against all odds
To confort when the pain is all around
When I lay my cards on the table
After the flop comes down
I shall be healed 

*Reality Lost
Reality has turned me down
because of my affair with seraphrim
I have been listening to my fears too long
So I lost the warmth love gave me
And replaced it with a cold hard silence
To find my way back I only needed one thing
A truely kindred spirit that I could share
Whats truely inside my heart

*Sakura Rhapsody
 When the sakura flowers sing their sweet rhapsody
 Of being in bloom and suicide
 For they commit both in their prime 
 Instead of taking heed of the Lotus
 That is the true path to salvation
 For when white carnations don't line your path
 Dahlia has befriended you
 So when you try to choose your path
 Try to use the rose that you hold within

*A Valentine
To think of the language of music
Just by listening you can travel the world
For it is truely a journey for the mind
For it usually makes the earth turn
But what truely makes the world go round
Still hides behind's music's tapestry
It goes by many names
But a rose by any name is still a rose 
And it is ...

*Valkrye Stopped
When the valkrys stopped suddenly
Their glorious song
The magic was lost in a curious way
Only reserved for the truthsayers it is said
And to ride with backrwards talking white knights
Playing like pawns to a queens game
Until the great change of 42
When some went roin to fight the woman
To slay the beast that had she had begotten.
So that red queen would have a rolling head

*Vorpal Blade
Inheriting a elvish sword
(A realm sword ;A sword of kings)
Wondrland wasn't the same, ever!
Its name, the bandersnach slayer
The vortex eater,


Inherited a sword of elvish antiquity I have
The sword of the king of the realm
For wonderland was never the same without it
rumored to have slain a bandersnach
A reprise of this lore my I set my eyes on
For I loved the sword drove me to that
Vorpal and ethereal it was
So that it couldn't be touched by the gods
Yet here I stood with it
Upon the strawberry Fields
To slay the dark dragon for its blood
For the blood in my veins wasn't mine
But of a velvet  dragon
For a curse lay upon me
"Not be able die but to live
To posses a my soul into a freeze
And to be entombed in a blue diamond"
And a blood sucker I would have to be
Of only dragons I shall dine