"elysia and the hole"

Oh, the preoccupied mind,
the fatal trappings of a lonesome soul
wandering about in a blocked-off forest
knowing no sense of self, or of control,
eased in part by tired prospects
but knowing little true peace of mind
until the time comes when all questions are gone
but when can that be, when we've forgotten the time?

"Reaction to the Evaporation of What Was Once Taken for Granted as a Reality"


She's got that twist in her lip again
One that she can't hide
Despite how she tries

It takes her so long to warm up to a man
I wish I could see
What she's hiding from me

I opened the door so she could walk onto the deck
Her hands drummed a beat
On the sides of her seat

Throughout all I've kept myself in check
So much seems so cheap
But it numbs most my grief

Her eyes glazed, tearing in the smoke
I'm laughing at myself
for needing so much help

Too strange to speak, she doesn't listen anyway
Though lips will form the words
No solace will be heard

I guess I'll be content knowing that she's safe
As long as he is near
She'll never have a fear
A year and now it's done
Over before it's begun








"Fog"

Friend or foe?
One may never know
As the lightwater flows
from the valleys below
Intertwined in a storm
Your lovechild was born
Granted powers with which
She could change the norms

And I see the light in the fog

That are all manners of lies
Which cause people to die
Before they even know
Where their hearts truly lie
And I'm tired
Of being alone
Want a girl
To call my own

And I see the light in the fog








"Dream"

When I grow up and get to be twenty,
I'll travel and see this world of plenty,
In a bird with an engine,
I will sit myself down.
Take off and fly into space, far above the ground.
I'll fly and cruise and soar up high,
Above a world so lovely into the sky.
And so delighted by all the world's charms,
Into the heavens I will take off and not have a bother,
The cloud is my sister, the wind is my brother.







"Equinox"

Looks like it's over but I say it's just beginning
A cold and bitter end to a day spent spinning
We left our comfort zones just to entertain you
You swore you were my friend but how can I believe you?

Every day I hear your mother speak
"I've got no compassion for the weak"
And your father's lies begin to reek
Still you ask me to turn the other cheek?

It's an old and withered mind
That makes you fail every time
keeps us blind to the old design
Please God, won't you show me any sign