Dancing with the devil

twisting in agony as he summons the cruel harmony,
dancing upon flames to the aching melody,
and how sweet is the smell of diseased conspiracy,
when desire is forever young and beautiful as the faraway sea.

look how the moon goes round and round,
like a spiral staircase and without a sound,
does the darkness follow quickly and blindly,
for eyes are left open and death so kindly,
should show me mercy for my crystal wisdom,
but never lead me to my utter damnation.

The rose

welcome home the brother of tales,
the story that will soon turn to stone,as the bitter reality is stretched beyond the illusion,
the masked faces will cry no more.

like the fruit of his mind,
the artist carries his soul,
while dreaming of the sweet voice,
and the sadness of the melody he stole.

tonight the tired ghost shall drink,
and sit sleepless beside the tomb,
while the fading dreams of the sober king,
finally should fail him soon.

the beginning carries a burden,
that the ending must relieve,
and for these hollow words of destiny,
these pages of history must grieve.

sing for the high kingdom,
the towering gates of heaven be proud,
for the angels of mercy stand guard by no truth,
as their words of worship forever resound.

darkness swallows the silence,
as sightless stars forgive the night,
and our beloved vesper smiles upon heaven,
and may the hallowed ground bless her sight.

by the abyss should the darkness rise,
thunderous echoes of mock laughter ring,
the tongue of trouble should the serpent taste,
and the cold fear with the nightmares bring.

the silver moon denied her promised glory,
behind her face must these shadows play,
where the faint memory will never linger,
and the night will never break the day.

the fallen angels will make their battle,
a war of ages the greatest compared,
the victory or loss can neither touch,
as time is left to play the final dare.

the waking ocean hides the chaos,
for the new world saw witness,
and tears from heaven fall with the sky,
bring with the fall of gods and the eternal kiss.

Soul talking

there is nothing to be taught that cannot be learnt,
to know that i exist,
and to feel the warmth of my skin as i sleep,
to know that i am alive.
the arrangement of my senses so neatly laid out,
like the pressed blankets upon my bed,
to count them one by one,as i dream instead.
the simplicity of my tongue,and the voice of my own,
and all i see through my open window,
is the world that i have thrown.

can you look into my eyes as i breathe softly without a sound,
can you see me as i walk into the very shadows you climbed out of?
believe me my kind soul,i will never say another word,
unless i speak out of turn,
just to say what i have wanted to say all these moments,
passing by without hope of return,
and my eyes rest on your desolate expression.

money falls where i walk...

gone are the days long and short,
here are the hours that should have passed;
must i wonder where i should walk,
as the light falls like the sun upon the river i walk.

mint flavored rain drops fall with a certain elegance,
that the childish man walks with his mouth open,
and all the fools watch with a waiting chance,
but never will they say of what hunger lay in them.

trust in the heart of what trouble lay before,
and look back and forth at what you did as the thunder roars;
listen with care as the moon speaks to you,
the comfort of wisdom so rare among the few.

hinder the meaning of all that is said,
the truth is out there no matter what anyone says,
and we will stand tall like the mountains and trees,
we know what the words are that set us free.

Mother,mother...

Mother,mother come with me,
And I will show you the world I see,
Let us walk with strength behold,
Let us scream at the sky through another hole.
Take me,take me to your womb,
And I will be silent inside of you:
Wake me up to sleep again,
And touch my heart while it rains.

The Ugly Truth

Hinder the moment I said untrue,
And question the rain the sky turned blue,
When I think of all things made of gold and silver,
To shine like gods among the homeless shiver.


A woman walks to the sound of freedom,
A man follows her steps to the temple found,
They pray together and laugh forever,
United they hold hands and drown in my river.


We have flown the skies so many times,
But ever have we wondered how the falcon climbs,
As the storm approaches and we cry instead,
The majestic wings beaten fierce and the eyes of dread.


Fear is great and we must all bow down,
See how the tongue must swell now,
When the higher mind must take over,
Let the words flow till the rain is over.


Change what will not change,
And lose control over the innermost face,
That smiles at you in the mirror when you cry,
Smile back at it when you know you can try.

About A Happy Song

Little did I know of precious music,
When I want of belief in western consequence;
Long did I sing them with parodies inside,
Failing reason and song that should live side by side.


A joker stands in the way,
The path where my lyrical justice must sway,
And he knows how the song will go,
But he laughs anyway despite what I say.


I have no sweet melody to capture radiance,
In this life if we don't sing we dance,
And we prance and we prance till death do us part,
To forget what we left half dream't and again to start.