LovepopFormer pain, latter fear.
Thoughtless Mind, Mind-less Dream.
Dreaming Phoenix hunts her flame, flying against a conscious wind.
Fire consumed purest light, but turns, thoughtful, to feathers instead,
And soon feigns sufficiency without air or light.
Virgin Phoenix flies, alone again, through the night.
Fire stopped burning,
Wind starts blowing,
Tired Wings carry the tune,
Hearts keep yearning for ever...and never,
But, for a moment, the dream was true.
Conduct, conductIn my other world of love and peace, I fall into a dream or two
'Bout all the answers for which I have questions
But a candid lie is all that I retrieve
When I'm in my dreams
Through the random thoughts and memories I think of you
The future feels so far away, here's now and then but where's the in between?
Storming through my soul's where the rain should be
It's empty until then, and silence awaits the fall
You found me...I'll never know how
First you warn me, still I cry out and reach for you
You slip your hand in mine, so I won't turn from you
Gently you pull away and quietly say
"You found me...you'll never know how,
because my traces disappear like steps in water.
Into the darkness you shed all of your light but it's already there.
you won't touch me, so you can't heal me."
In my other world, you found me ... but you won't find me
IncompleteSo there's no scars to see?
No happy memories either then.
Undefined deadlines to escape those wonderlands,
Second hand picks effects of former pain as latter fear,
Life ticks today as yesterday but I hear ... voices sounding,
And hidden heartbeats beat beat pounding.
One, Two, Three, free for all,
with the Soul and Body but Mind takes the fall.
Rules made for the mind you find they can't bind
the body or the soul
Feeling the flow
The tone, the quality's changed with a rearranged main,
that sounds just a bit more deranged than the original,
lacking in innocence, subliminal,
but ya gotta keep movin on so keep all concerns at minimal.
No pain, no gain, guess I didn't get anything but an
appreciation of the people that show me true lovin.
Every day, every cold cold night,
as incapable hatred falls to them and that ain't right.
Bit by bit, I'm finding the time to
reverse the cycle and reboot my mind
back to the beginning,
when peace and har mo ny
were what was winning.
Living a living drea
RippingA rattling sound filled the stone room, the gale outside forcing its way through the cracked window with an eerie hum. The screech of birds seeking shelter echoed off of the high wals, sounding like a plea as their cries died slowly, over and over again. A trail of ants meandered purposefully underneath a cobweb on the windowsill, past the large mahogany table into a cranny under the first of four doors that stood facing the window. The door shimmered softly in the overcast light, the odd silver symbols dancing over a light blue. The second door was simply strong steel. The third door was shockingly purple, but the trim was a green like a forest after a long rain, with eyes hiding beneath the carved leaves. The fourth door stood taller than the rest, rough and dark in comparison. Of the four, it was the only door in the room to have a handle. The echoes of the wind and birds became a crescendo, growing louder until silence dropped over them sudddenly. The second door had opened.