Tuesday, September 27, 2011

A Passing Dream

This is where the dead go
Where the answers flow like endless streams
throughout a land of make believe
it's underneath, this place of dreams
It waits above us as we sleep
and all around us, always present
waiting like a clever thief
It draws us in behind the curtain
Always certain we will follow
How can one resist such endless wonders
We seek a truth beyond our limits
and anyone that will oblige
will be our master
we will serve
Deeper than a sea of words
onward towards a fate of intrigue
growing with each passing dream

Thursday, September 15, 2011

When I was alive

When I was alive
I never tried
I opened up the fear inside

When I was alive
I closed my eyes
letting inspiration pass me by

When I was alive
I fought against the right
Instead I chose a better time

When I was alive
I stayed inside
to live within the blackest night
.....and then I died