...Building upon defeat.
In the Song of Faith,
lie the words of Treason and Deceit.
All capable,
all willing.
For our own gain,
all our own doing.
 
...Building upon deceit.
In the Song of Fate,
lies, undetermined
and unexpected,
commandeering Blindness,
leaving Belief begging for an answer.
 
...Building upon belief.
In the Song of Life,
lies Love,
on the river bed,
towards the surface,
towards the sun,
with the Only,
with the One.
 
...Building upon relief.
In the Song of Death,
lie memories departed
and the promise of Darkness.
But a step forward
to a sphere or a coil,
freedom and fear
be the Sun.
 
...We are but stealing upon defeat.

...Toffears

...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
 

...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

...and so,
who will come to my funeral
when even I will not attend?

Ashes,
lying here
by the water,
from a life 
left unconsumed.

I am lying,
here,
early morning,
by the temple
that was you.

                               ...Toffears

...to be the fruit of what is Thought,
ephemeral,
immaterial, 
unconscious and impulsive.
Contemporary.

To be the fruit that was proscribed,
ripply picked and shared.

To be the harvest...
 
To breathe, to breathe
and leave the Cage...

                                        ...Toffears

...Shaped by the Winds
of worthless trivia,
we cloud our minds
into a storm.

Our thirst for knowledge
burning like water,
blindly believe,
we follow Form.

We are the Cold,
we are the Lonely,
we have become that rainy day...

Thus lying in grace while we are sleeping,
never to wake, we are Decay.

                                                   ...Toffears

...If Destiny is written,
let us erase what we believe.

Holding the pen,
narrating fiction,
we're unsubstantial
and so naive.
​
We turn to cold
but never lonely,
for it is just a rainy day...
​
We lie in grace while we are sleeping,
Only to wake and slave away.
...

                                              ...Toffears

I am looking out the window,
Waiting for the rain.
I play the guest to my own downfall,
At my expense
I play the game.
 
I see the future crawling
The further on I go.
The old cigars,
The dampened room,
The sun has set,
The rivers flow.
 
I am looking out the window,
This was the view throughout my youth,
Did I escape
or did I fall?
Yet, brick by brick, I build the wall.
 
I see the world is yearning,
Oh, round and round I go…
This gilded cage has no escape,
They’ve lost the key,
But there is hope.
 
I am looking out the window,
somehow it always seems to rain…
I long for change,
I long for snow,
I long to live…
…I long to go.

                                               ...Toffears

...Beat
and I breathe.

...Beat
and I breathe.

Deeply,
take a breath.

Beat,
and I focus,
I believe.

Breathe
and I live.
Breathe and be.

...Beat
and I breathe.

...Beat
and I breathe.

...and it Stops...
I had no control.

eXit


                       ...Toffears

...Still 
​the blind belief
in the hope of escape.

Why does fear turn to violence
for the ego with no knowledge?

                                      ...Toffears

(dedicated to M.E.I aka L.)