...for a book,
no name given.
To the right
and a handshake
to be walked in opposite directions.
How can Freedom
be so simple and hated
by those from whom it is given?
...ignorant of the dangers and the sleet,
I saw the summit behind the mist
then the sun.
All soon vanished.
...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.
...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'm free, elated.
For they live only by the sun's grace
and vanish passed the hour,
no matter how long these shadows may be,
for they carry no weight
and remain hollow and empty.
...an illusion once created
by the Soul in hunger for Theatre and Gold.
Eternal for one night only
...Preaching for Peace as a State of Mind,
who knows what happens to us
when we die.
But for the body's degradation
and the final murmur of the steady beat
that quiets down to a defening silence.
There are no answers for these theories
of Faith and Religion,
but belief, blind or not,
and a hope to awaken again.
...there ain't a man that is worth Holy,
for we all sin to learn the teach.
Waring at my expense
while you hide behind the lines,
call it Pure and add some glitter,
saying God is mysterious and out of reach,
I see your lies and count your greed,
raping the innocent and burning me at the stake.
Your words bare no Soul
and destruction follows.
The melody of a single beat hitting the floor,
darkened the crowds among the noise and alcool.
No names needed.
...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.