...of everything,
I have only touched the surface.

Deeper passion,
like a Prison to the sun
of which I am now sentenced.

Of everything,
I only took a glance.

                               ...Toffears

...this is where they brought me,
this is where I stood.

My name, gone,
lost
along with any memories of my voice.

                                              ...Toffears

...between the Self,
Pure Nature,
the Entertaining World is thin, but solid.

Realise, Break.

Facing foul windows,
Open spaces,
undefined...

Violence,
self-made.

                                                  ...Toffears

...every emotion you feel
is of your own creation.

You cannot hide from yourself
as you do from a mirror...

                                    ...Toffears

...in the colours of the clouds,
carving through Winds,
I came upon a hill
of broken light and melted sand.

How could I see the fields below?

Where once walked a human being,
now rose an empty Soul
ready for the tender noose
of slavery to the Social Demands and Expectations
of people I hated.

How beautiful was the wintered breeze of Dawn.

                                                                     ...Toffears

...a Lover in the Shadows,
burning her bridges...
...and I wonder how her dreams could be so empty.

                                                                     ...Toffears

...we watched it burn,
all of it.
Gone,
rather than let it fall and be soiled.

"I wish I were 20 years younger"

We watched it burn.
All of it,
lost and wasted.

                                          ...Toffears

...from the corner of the street,
heeding the horizon,
we close our eyes
to the unfamiliar sky,
and wish it melt the sun.

                                     ...Toffears

...I am a Refugee
in my own body.
No escape...

My sanctuary, my prison,
my torture and freedom.

Climbing all the more,
broken hopes within a war...

                               ...Toffears

...Words and Bullets
at the speed of Sound,
Hailstorm, Hailstorm,
come the Summer breeze
followed by the sun.

                            ...Toffears

...and beyond the lies, you answer...

"Waste no Time...
For you have left
a Perishable Body
in a premeditated act
worthy of a confession..."

                                         ...Toffears

...links be cut...

Isolation,
Emancipation,
Liberation.

A name uttered...

Failing contact.

              ...Toffears

...I could shred a tear for Eternity's grace

                                                    ...Toffears

...I hold irregular beliefs.

The heart is deceased
but the beating remains...

                           ...Toffears