...I must have left the window open,
for I can now feel the breeze of Winter in the room where I once saw my friends ...Toffears ...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 ...with weary steps and mindless breath,
unto the day, ongoing Death, finding a crown, following suit, query be damned, forbidden fruit. ...Toffears ...There are some people at the window,
in the graveyard, by the station. I can see them, I can see. They seem happy, celebrating. I can see them, I can see. There is a view of wooden dwellings, no bitterness, by a lake, inside a forest. Can you see them? Can you see? These are the people we could have been. Life in the valleys, far from the city, and day to day we could have been. Stop this train. Stop this train. I am… Not what you are. Not what you seem. ...Toffears ...in the quiet of the mind,
lies the mending of the heart. ...Toffears A thought occurs,
obscured forthwith. It was a word, now is a ghost, a pointless verse, unclaimed by all, unclaimed by birth. We follow shadows that are not ours. Stillborn, as we are. ...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 ...how can you look at 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 ...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 was tied up to the Ocean,
Shattering in waves, Longing for an island That only Time would not decay. I was cold But wasn’t lonely, It was another 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.) |
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