Mind Prison

If you could see inside my mind
see into the world that exists in my dreams
you would see a man screaming
sprawled out on his knees

with hands raised towards the heavens
mouth begging to be forgiven

it is not that he has done anything wrong
it is that the man knows he is stuck being mortal
when he could be walking the earth as a god

my mind sees further
it knows you by your soul
it can tell when you are guarded
it can taste you when you are pure

if only the flesh could be made to reflect
the man that lives inside
I wouldn't be made to regret
this representation that is slightly a lie

not in an evil or malicious way
but merely with lament
that the truth is greater
than what can be seen

close your eyes
see whats inside
and allow yourself patience
as I push it through the cracks in this armor
that has been serving to protect
for far too much time

Let me out
Let me out
I want nothing more than to be completely free

Pazzo

Deadly world of oblivion
Heavenly day
All calmed out in transitory
Forget those days, I am your Master
Vanish

The day of Terror
Day of the Tyrant
This day is for you
Counting the Death Toll

Glorious
Fortune
Scorched Earth
Feral Rage

The Waltz carries on
Tempo increasing
Madness Rising
Dancing in Euphoria

Life
Dreams
Hope
Where do these come from?
Where have they gone?
None of these shall fill your heart

Embrace your Destruction
Inevitable Fate
of all that stands precious
Monument of Non-Existence

Mechanical Perfection

We Strive for utmost perfection
As defined by our machines
Always instant, always precise, always superior
Our hands can't even compare
Held at such high standard
How can we live up
Our art, our pitch, our beauty
quantified against a scale
If we remove all imperfection
What is left to love
What quirks, what secrets, what wonders
By which we are defined
The world has no carbon copies
Each leaf a different shape
All people, all places, all creation
Uniqueness in where they stand
Whats wrong with slightly slanted
Whats wrong with being true
No touch-ups, no edits, no filters
to mask our world from view

Inching Up A Mountain

I used to curse myself for how slow my progress came in life. With many things, it is easy to pick it up one afternoon, and master it by that night. This feeling of instant gratification dulls your senses, and leaves you hollow. Your instant successes with cause getting what you really want to become much more mentally taxing.

Instead of looking at how far you have left to go, instead look upon how far you have already come. If you only move an inch at a time, you will be much farther alone than if you just give up. It will be stressful, confusing, and difficult; But when you finally reach the top of the mountain, you will be so elated by that victory that you won't even be able to remember the troubles of the journey that brought you there.

So the next time you are struggling with accomplishing a dream, just remember that most people wander through life aimlessly, not even knowing what they want in the first place. If you know where you want to go, you can get there. It just takes time.

The Soul

Tonight I dream of a future, one forged through tragedy and sadness, but whose beams of hope burn through the dark clouds, leading to the eventual triumph of light.

Souls are forged through the hardness they endure. If the body does not break, the soul can pass through tempered and magnificent. During trying times, sometimes the only thing we can do is remember that we are always moving forward toward the perfection of oneself.

So as the dark clouds seem to envelop the world, light the candle in your heart, for even its faint light will be enough to guide you through to the other side.

Reflecting Pools

Through you I found myself
The one I truly am
I searched with great vigor
To find a soul who reflected mine

All I found in this tireless quest
Was that which wasn't mine
I lost my myself to the tides somewhere
No way to remember
How to define "I"

Strip away all pretense
Begin with unworked clay
A foundation of what I love
The truth of who I am

I am my own greatest masterpiece
Unique in every way
I seek no other to reflect my visage
I need only look inside

It was not lust
I needed to find
Nor status, nor fortune
But Pride

Pride in myself
From which my passion flows
This passion the essence of Love

Putting to rest my search for reflections
Allowed for my vision to clear
I can see beyond reflections
In the wading pools of souls

I can dive beyond the surface
And drink from the beautiful waters
That are made of what is truly you.

True beauty is limitless
When allowed it's wild growth
For if I try to contain it
Like a gardener's sharpened sheers
I deny a chance of you showing me
"Who I truly am"