Green Dreams

Waking driftings, nothing holding me down. Just a blur, just a passing frown. Green dreams of my children’s eyes. An imagine that makes me want to drop to my knees. Some thoughts are so big you cant think them. Some dreams are so crisp overcast glow, then burn your eyes. Then shine like ravens in battlefield skies. Dead ends are so mystifying to us, aren’t they? We always love to see that cliff or wall. But sometimes all I want to see is what lies behind it. What is it in me that drives such flagellation of other lives when all I have is now. Maybe it is in such that I allow myself to see what I hid from myself in my heart.

Pan en, then… Is that enough? Do we need more? Pan en pain, pan en tears, pan en silver light’s caresses. Theos en pan.

How can I turn wrong in such purity? Then why still fear my maturity? I guess that’s the lesson in these green dreams. Fear is not in my heart. The skies are overcast but wrap around us like angels wings. How can any of this be real when it feels so easy, so right. Just like in dreams when nothing seems to connect, and no one seems to notice, least of all the dreamer. What is the lesson if not that its very disconnected flow is a sacred Chao. What level do we perceive from? The Chao is a unique snowflake in Chaos blizzards dance. And oh how it dances and flows to its own beautiful music. Some can see past Chao and its twins, with grids of majesty and tearful power. Sometimes I can see the fragments spinning in my life and just accept them as they are. They still glint from the light source, for all fragments shine. Lost nows. It is these that we hold on to so tightly that we cut ourselves. Nows that can never be lost but in our hearts. When we despair of the break from now, and the pattern it follows. Will its edges be jagged or smooth? Will they be sharp or course? Gentle or hard?

But what, then, is this but window dressing? Would we scoff at The Three Graces if placed in the window of a Burger King? Would Monet’s fire be any less if placed in a rough hewn frame? Why do we dance so in the frames of our lives… All still shines from the soft sweet light at its center…

All I wonder about now… am I falling into it, or away from it? Do fragments spin away? Or past?

Time will tell… Time will tell.

A Night at the Opera

"Apart from this beggar here,
There's no one like you my dear,
Tasting my lips,
No one but you and him"
Forever and ever we both will be one.
The maiden, the fair and the young fell in love.

Will you still wait for me?
Will you still cry for me?
Come and take my hand.
Will you still wait for me?
Will you still cry for me?
Come and take my hand.

Wherever I'll go you'll be with me,
my first though and my last.
Though we'll depart in bitterness,
one day you'll understand.
Carry on, beloved maiden, mine.

Yesterday's memories, and melodies,
are gone with the wind so sad.
Where everything's pale,
there is no sign of you, I'm alone.
How I wish... you should be here.
I'm alone...
Telling me it's alright.
Come rest your head.
Come rest your head.
Come rest your head.
Come rest your head.
I'm alone and sadness reigns in my heart.
As long as we live, it won't go away.
We are one, but torn apart.

Sadly sings destiny...
Sadly sings destiny...

Will you still wait for me?
Will you still cry for me?
Come and take my hand.
Will you still wait for me?
Will you still cry for me?
Come and take my hand.

Harvest of Sorrow,
your seed is grown.

A lesson to learn...
Don't be shy just blame me.
Well, there is no need to feel ashamed,
Remember the oath,
remember the oath.

Under the ice you will believe.
Under the ice you will be free.
Released from rotten thoughts.
No more pain, and no more gods...

Please understand,
it's not in our hands.
Barren the land,
it's all dead and gone.

Khef runs dry...

Khef burns away in flames.

Khef, frozen and still.

Driver, Oh Driver

I would like to get off this ride. Maybe I never want it to end. Where did I go? How do I just do things and just watch? Sometimes I feel like I'm just watching, like someone else is the real pilot. I'm just hanging on the back of the plane, watching the air move past. Feeling as it rushes over me, touching with spectral tendrils. I know this happens, it doesn't bother me, I don't even know who's talking right now. Is it the One? Or the Me? I guess it's how you define 'me'. I've lost my dictionary, I just knows what feels right. And when it doesn't. I hid so far away, all night. Who did I send out on point then? Someone has to drive this crazy train.

Truth is a bar of a Starsoul. When it is gift wrapped in a soft cloth and given as a offering, it will always be pure. We simply react to its blinding light through our little red glasses. We all wear dozens of them at a time, each a slightly different color. They dance in our eyes and we do not see them. Sometimes the brilliance is blinding, so we let our glass grow cloudy. Sometimes the aurora will dance in colors we cant see, even through the clearest glass. But rarely do we see all the spectrum of the radiance at once. Its always wise to never trust your lenses, and I have. But it will cost. Today it will, but this is just the steps along the way.

Emptiness Dancing

For want of a comma, I was lost.  Or was I?  How do I stop from seeing what I think I see? How many negatives were there?  One or two?  Sometimes its so hard to understand.  Is there another way?  I wish there was another way...

When trying to surpass words, when using simple imagery to invoke a reaction, do we still fall in the same trap?  How does a man in China see the world?  Will he understand something if I say it?  Its hard to say how much local culture really does change the way people think.  I can't even imagine how different things must have been for him growing up, how much does it change him?

I feel like he may see what I see.  But its weird I somehow feel like I may not get to find out. How would I get to China to see this thing?  Its a boat that would put the arc to shame, in the middle of Shanghai, filled with nothing but a dream.  Our guided dream.  I will play just my small part.  But do we dream the same?  The details change from person to person, but the core remains the same.  It will be enough.  Besides there's nothing to miss.  We don't have a story to tell.  Its just our silly guided dream.

Still, it will be pretty no matter what.  Maybe in the end thats the point.

The lost

Missing and vanished, it now stands alone.

To far away places they must have been blown.

Driven away on a nightmare's cyclone.

What ever the case its sure they have flown.

Of where are the rest, nothing is known.

But one remains high on its throne.

Uncounted masses have become the quite rare.

No two exists for which to compare.

Yet still it shines with a soothing white glare.

A beacon of hope high in the air.
Good for one wish, one earnest prayer.

Promised to me, this burden to bear.

So many choices for humanities advance.

Feeding the hungry, boundless finance.

Ending all warfare, a harmonious dance.

Or maybe a selfish horizon expanse.

An ailing body's lifespan enhance.

A sublime and enchanted romance.

For so many sins could I atone.

I know what I want yet still I postpone.

My hearts desire awaits if I dare.

But I can't, the sky I must share.

So I choose, lost in a trance.

And make my wish with a sad glance.

I wish for the to stars return to the sky.

I wish for their hope to be seen on up high.

I wish that they comfort you when you cry.

I wish that the dark night they always defy.

I wish for their peace when things go awry.

How could I, for you, these things deny?