...and I gave her a rose...

...I drew a Rainbow in the snow
and whispered
'imagine'

                                   ...Toffears

...ignorance and hate
go hand in hand
with the narrow-minded
as well as with the educated Man.

                                         ...Toffears

...Life is too short to be running after ghosts...

...how beautiful be the moon when,
from behind the moving skies,
her shine be Scene.

How soft upon the eyes,
be given to a dreamer
lost in the night of man,
the gliding beauty
of this earthly companion
of which none of us own.

                                                        ...Toffears

...sipping water
in the breeze and night of winter...

'Are you alive to the sight of the Sun?'
Bid the Man condemned...

                                                ...Toffears

...it is during the innocence of sleep
that our conscience draws the sword.
​
So is the end.

                                             ...Toffears

...every beat is on the monitor,
every beat is on the screen,
here I sit,
your Lady in waiting,
for a breath or a word,
for your love, for a dream.

                                  ...Toffears

...lies wide open,
lying on the sheets,
behold the seeds we have sown,
we smile.
​
No turning back
until we reach the summit.

                                     ...Toffears

...words run faster
than the heart flows.
Drop by drop,
we slide to nothing,
further from the truth,
our final destination.

                       ...Toffears

...how fragile be that flower that we pick.
The beauty and the perfume,
by the touch and by the sigh.

For one day only.

                                                   ...Toffears

...How can Freedom
be so simple and hated
by those to whom it is given?
        
                                ...Toffears

...ignorant of the dangers and the sleet,
I saw the summit behind the mist
then the sun.
All soon vanished.

                                                  ...Toffears

...a final note,
a desperate chord,
the box you carry
bares your name
and shall be buried empty.

No sound, no vision, no presence...
​
You were not too loud,
you were out of tune.

                                           ...Toffears

...I didn't get what I wanted,
but I got what I expected

                              ...Toffears

...the bowl struck Zen
and your voice rang out
to the quiet of Nothing.

Give yourself another drink,
looks like you need it,
and keep on playing those little games,
I quit.

I'm free, elated.

                                                   ...Toffears

For they live only by the sun's grace
and vanish soon passed the hour,
no matter how long these shadows may be,
they carry no weight
and remain hallowed and empty.

                                                          ...Toffears

...in the quiet of imagination

                            ...Toffears

...every spoken word is either Unlimited or Broken

                                                                   ...Toffears

...Preaching for Peace as a State of Mind...
 ...The final murmurs of the steady beat...

                                                    ...Toffears

...there ain't a man that is worth Holy,
for we all sin to learn the teach.

Your words bare no Soul
and destruction follows.

                                              ...Toffears

The melody of a single beat hitting the floor,
darkened the crowds among the noise and alcool.

...and if God began to breathe,
only dreams and envy would talk about fortune and fortitude.

Bring me to Here, and tomorrow, you will KNOW.

                                                                                          ...Toffears

...no bridge will mend the distance
for your name now bares the dust
of some whispers lost at sea.

                                           ...Toffears

...with all the weight she had to bare,
illustrious to none but you,
the rivers crossed,
the moutains peaked...
no other current dare she wanton,
no other current dare she seek.

                                            ...Toffears

...by the mirrors of our words,
we reflected on the images proposed.
The waters rose
to a colour of zero.

Today became Forever
and your venom bares no seed.

Your voice still rings empty.
Your voice, sill... gone... silent.

                                                      ...Toffears