...If you look up to the moon,
you can tell them:
I am there.
 
To the East,
as the birds at first light sing,
I am there.
 
Look up
 
                                 ...Toffears
 

...How can you see the bloodshot sunrise
after a night of silence?
 
So far away from mercy…
So far away, forgive me...

                                                      ...Toffears

...as the Dawn
became my mistress,
I was ready to depart.

I was longing for the journey,
some would say
I broke apart.

In the valleys,
in the villages,
in the distance of the Past,
I was roaming without thinking,
into Himalayan Art.

                                      ...Toffears

If there was hate,
it was his call.

Sizing me up
for his ego and games,
and then claiming the fall.

                             ...Toffears

...anarchic whispers of the Soul,
where Yearning, Ambition and Agony
quarrel for interpretation and domination.

Our thoughts are truly ours when awake.

Dreams,
upon Dawn,
may not always be so sweet.

                                                         ...Toffears

...when Information is controlled,
the Truth will be found on the Walls.

                                             ...Toffears

...new relics to a defined kingdom,
worthless unless proven.

Memories,
given,
created,
controlled.

be gone
be gone
to the dark or the light
be gone

The geometry of innocence
narrowed to a single pyramid of names,
all related,
all the same.

be gone
be gone
the Solar System has a frontier
find it

                                                      ...Toffears

...how empty can knowledge be
to a conscience
which is worthless.

The slavery of Blind Obedience.

                                     ...Toffears

...to fly this kite,
my beloved,
is to give my thoughts for you
a reach for the Sun.

                                    ...Toffears

...there was a Sound that once was Breath.

It was heard
here on Earth,
until its last,
until its Death.

It was a ripple or a pulse,
through the waves
accosting the land
in its creative escape.

Forbidden word,
Forgiven world,
yet is was sound,
yet is was heard.

There was a Sound that once was Breath.
​
And it was gone.

                                                    ...Toffears