Light Through the smoke is the clear. Through the clouds is the sun. It's through these things we attain the goodness of our souls. You can't go round, or underground, only through it, so it's told. Does not the fire make the metal hot? Through it, is how you burn. Burn bright through day and night. You are the light... you are the light. Does not your heart take great delight from the insight that is the light? You are the light... you are the light that shines through, you are the light that's shining on you!
Revelations I shall speak to you in relations. Relations of math, science, and philosophy. Relation of size, shape, and color. Relations of family. I shall speak to you in relations so that you may know me. You shall speak to me in relations so that I might be relevant to you. Our relations are relevant revelations. We exist, do we not? To exist is to be, to be is me. We are one, and all are we. Together we exist, do not we? Things not of you, are me. Things not of me are you. You are yours, I am mine. I am yours, you are mind.
Flow Wolf Flow Follow the ebb, and flow wolf flow. Reflect upon yourself, and know wolf know. Trust upon your pack, and grow wolf grow. Then you lead upon the pack, and go wolf go. Now you know wolf, flow wolf flow. Reflect... Time slows down when you know, woe wolf woe. It has no other choice, it's slow, time, slow... Now you are deep, show wolf show. Show the truth behind time, and no, time, no. Reflect...
Truth To speak without saying anything, to listen without hearing.
Insight is inside insignificance.
You feel it before you know it.
Inscribe insanity upon insecurity.
The duality of darkness and light is beautiful.
This is neccesary for that.
God Child God? Do you love me? Look at all I could be. There's greatness inside me. Can you see? God? Do you love me? Look at all I am. Greatness is my plan. Will you look? Look at me! I love you God. Do you love me?
'Turn Around'"How can I go on like this?" "Why would you of all people expect me to?" Because you are afraid of me. "Not anymore, the things I've been through make you look like childs play!" Maybe, but children play with a different kind of gun. "I'm not afraid of you, or of what will happen when I'm gone!" You shouldn't be... pull the trigger. "You think I won't do it, well screw you!" Wait... "What!?" It's not your time yet. "What the crap do you mean it's not my time yet?" Turn around. "Daddy, who are you talking to?" "No one son, go back to bed..." "I understand now death, thank you." No, you don't understand. "Why, what do you mean?" Now it's time!
Penny Stream Penny stream, flows from the dreams, of people like, you and me. Hopes and fears, wishes and tears, of people cast, throughout the years. The stream grows, as do the woes, the pennies run, through the toes. People wade, happiness fades, where is the penny that I paid? Stream to sea, now engulfs me, I won't give up, is my plea. Swim and breathe, hold on and heave, I know now, I will achieve. Coin now caught, dream now sought, here is the wish, that I bought.
Chaos Among the many possibilities that walk the streets, that work the weeks, is a storm of brains, upon which it rains, the dreams and fears of one and the same. Collective we are, individual by far, all holding on to the same dim star. Alone in a crowd, so quiet, so loud, carrying the weight of pounds and pounds. Crying inside, the feelings they hide, trying to run from where they reside. The boundries break, to unleash the lake, separate the fake, and reveal the ache.
The Wayward Moth The wayward moth flies toward the flame, feeling the heat, feeling the strain. He carries on, alone, to the glow and warmth, of his home.
Ignorant to, what lies ahead, he'll carry on until he's dead. He moves along, alone, willful fluttering, sets the tone. Caring not of the consequence, his wings they burn, his eyes they tense. He fell the fall, alone, still alive, he looks for home.
Partially blind in both his eyes, he turns his head up to the skies, to see his wings float calmly down. He picks them up, off the ground.
Sad and injured, the moth crawls on. Knowing the flight he loved is gone. Greatful for what he found, he's never alone, on the ground.