(2013)
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…
I release you There is no need for pain or guilt There is only the Tao, rightful f… We are still share the same waters… And I am glad
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?
May I navigate the now With the same innocent precision As the caterpillar On a barley stalk
In the belly of my rebirth I am a journalist of purgatory The smells, the fear, the landscap… is my story and my very life the wager of this…
I love how the wind plays with you… Strong, dark and full of mystery You truly are a child of the stars… You have caused a lovely confusion In the garden of my mind
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
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
Like dark jade The blue fingernails of the dead Rise from the earth Miniature trees Clawing at skies not listening
There was a toad with golden wings That landed on my blackened lily p… Maybe it smelled tears Diamonds on my back
Beneath the pale of dreary days go… When long the shadows lie upon you… And all the evenings tears have lo… For loves own labor tossed and tor… When all alone at last you wander,…
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…
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...
The difference between Knowledge and Wisdom is that Wisdom has blood on it
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