1. Three Moons

Enticed by the myriad multiplicity.
Entombed by our own disguise.
We will dive into vast unknowns.
An ember remains to unearth a hope.
The undercurrent rises from the fading coals.
Blown tethered cross the plain far from sanctuary's gaze.
In search of what could not be spoken.
Scripted and gifted and parted.
Amended forever's lashed gnashing with vice.
Laid open and undressed to none but my own prying eyes.
Oh master of nothing you slave to diatribe.
Oh master of no one you prey on your device.
A cross section of crossroad hoisted high toward the sky.
And life filled my nostrils as veins ran so dry.
Dead to the world and dead in your eyes.
Etchings interred as failure recurred.
Desolate worlds fall to these endless nights.

2. The Shore Of Transcendence

Through the waxing through the waning.
Amidst blackness a spark emerged.
And we heaved death's branches upon the skyward flames.
A haunting memory left as bile on the sand.
Feeding this fire on shores of desire this blissful painful night.
Winter's fangs may find me again but it won't be tonight.
Illusion and shame will haunt me again but it won't be tonight.
We will meet at mornings early slain by grievance shore.
And crowned and crucified as the sea calls once more.
Alive in the tide from whence the wind came.
And crowned and crucified and stretched by shelter's grave.

3. Almitra's Premonition

To dream of death to dream of life.
In the city of despair I found the living.
To dream of life to dream of death.
In the city of the living I found despair.
I see the sun baked earth before me.
The peaks beckon from afar.
Their siren songs reverberate

Plains open before me and yet I wait within the walls of suffocating trepidation.
Unfettered by the prophecy of experiencing death alone.
We try our hand at shielding our faces from our mortality.
We failed the sky and lost the movement and echo of stone.
An ascension reveals unmatched fears as the haunting farce appears.

4. Means To An End

Strength of the spirit means to an end
Returning a stranger from the west setting sun
Shell of rust dust and dreams
Unearthed by our own hands
The sacred scatters like dust
Dust and dreams shell of rust
The soil calls me softly as it does us all
Confusion's wake will paralyze
Shell and dust stand fossilized

5. Crescent Mirror

Chaos mirroring the eye of eternity.
As surely as the tightening grip of singularity.
From the disgrace of life's mundanity.
The purveyors of immaculate imperfection.
We the purveyors of immaculate insurrection.
We will float through the fog like specters in time.
Skirting life's lines staring hope in the eye.
Take shelter from martyrs' eyes for it is told in fallen skies.
Luminous haze consumes our days.
Brought to the face of time.
Consumed with flames consumed by blame.
In dreams we forgave there at the end of our days.
Passing shadows passing time in excess my dreams lie.
From where am I child.
To what should I pretend?
As a child I spoke as a child.
To speak now as other than a child.
To that I shall pretend.

6. Pisgah

Faces pressed against the earth tonight.
Acknowledgement of the terrors inside.
Facing the self effacing the self.
This frigid place within me today.
Dissolution embraces the eternal rest.
As resentment's bride slides the blade into my side.
As we lay prone to the recollections at these happenstantial alters.
All forgiven yet cast as fodder where skies have turned from blue to grey.

7. Consumed By Horizons Of Fire

A storm beyond what eyes can see but read my palm till the end.
Deafening smoldered persistence a rift never destined for mend.
A somber lament insignificance.
Lines traced in your eyes no repent.
Horizons of fire dance with gypsy intent.
Lustfully wisdom blankets our eyes.
Hypnotized by fires inside.
A Vessel unearthed and burning and learning to burn alive.
A sway of hand has taken our sight.
Tint of drum hint of light.

8. Requiem: From Substance To Silence

We settle for pleasure.
We revel in pain.
She will regret forever.
He lusts for a cleansing rain.
Set adrift and yet amiss.
Stranger in a strange land.
Falling eyes and outstretched hands.
Blinded by the desperate cry there where fate is eternally blind.
I await some sort of resolution.
It never comes.
It never calms.