If Leaves Were Tongues

Four and twenty black birds flying in the sky.
Trying to remember if I will see them again and why?
The birds begin to sing to a silvery Sun.
Splayed fingers spill unto the ground to hold us up, and to hold us down.

If leaves were tongues, they would tell you a secret.
If leaves were tongues, they would fall down on your lips.
If leaves were tongues, they would take you into their mouth, and spit you out.

All the Gods and Monsters, Man puts them in his pocket.
Nothing told him to do it, and nothing will stop it.
Necks ribboned in red, eyes blinded in black.
Hold my hand as we walk into the place, the place we're not coming back.

If leaves were tongues, they would tell you a secret.
If leaves were tongues, they would fall down on your lips.
If leaves were tongues, they would take you into their mouth, and spit you out.

As The Crow Flies

"As the crow flies...", she said.
Straight into your heart with no regret.
"As the love died..", we said.
The change will do us good,
The change will do us quick and clean.
Change.

Flying and diving with death-defying bliss.

Like an ocean she is.
Deep and beautiful and she'll swallow you whole.
Black as the night it is.
The color of creation, and the iris inside your soul.
So you can look into the mirror and see where you came from,
 And where you'll go.
Go.

Flying and diving with death-defying bliss.
s the crow flies...

The Hunter's Moon

In the land beyond the sea,
There is a woman made for me.
Her eyes, her light, I never will deny.
We would meet most every day.
Our love was never put away.
Our blood, our skin, is one hand in hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.

My mouth is full of night,
Drawn by six black horses.
The King of Death is holding out his hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.

Together we will take the space between the stars.
In a land beyond the sea, is where we are.

The guiltless are weightless, but they still stumble in the dark.
The King of Death is holding out his hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.
We'll make love under the Hunter's Moon.

Fire From Stone

Violent joy, sweet unrest.
Everything is flooded from the touch of memory.

Live your animal, wrestle with the dead.
Fire from stone, heart burns head.

Be silent and you will see your madness.
Your life needs the dark, your life needs the light.

Live your animal, wrestle with the dead.
Fire from stone, heart burns head.

Fire...Fire...the death of me is a new life.

Good and Evil, I have you both.
Let it rain, let the wind blow, let the water flow and fire burn.

A Place With No Stars

A place with no stars.
The dark is where things are made.
Man is a bridge, found through the soul of a woman.

Flames of love, a smile of tomorrow.
Beyond the sea of stars and the sorrow.

When you find there is nothing left to believe in,
Lost in the dark with your animal,
If you've ever been burned by the fire of the heart,
Where the dead ashes of reason live.

Flames of love, a smile of tomorrow.
Beyond the sea of stars and the sorrow.

A place with no stars.

The Pale Moonlight

There is no story without the wandering.
When the way is dark, the dark gives into the divine.
She doesn't go into the garden without being over and under him.
Ancient dreams steps into the shadows of our lives.
At midnight the sun is shining in the valley below.
Every man is at least half-wrong.
The heart has its reasons.
Love wants what is furthest and pleasure wants what is close.
The pale moonlight, it follows me as I walk.
In two worlds, Here and There, stretched across the sky.
I pull the stars down.
Reason enough to be unreasonable.
Stumbling in the darkness, the pale moonlight shows me the way...

The Flowers Remain But You Are Gone

I have a lot to learn, but my life is full of wonder.
Secret Sleepers of other worlds taste to remember.
First stars at night, all is entangled.
Your rainbow is yours alone, but the moment we can share.

The flowers remain, but you are gone.

A place with no stars, the dark is where things are made.
A million songs at once sound like an ocean,
With blankets of night, fingers of stars, and you and I.

The flowers remain, but you are gone.

Light In The Doorway

Love and hate become the points, become the lines, become the circles of our times
Become our thought, become the blood rushing through our minds in the river of us
Supreme beings with morning breath feeding life, feeding death, and feeding light

Light in the doorway

A light in the doorway makes you not mind, makes you not fear
It becomes more than you can feel
Create the future you want to see
Skin smelling of grass...uneven white teeth... As it once was inside of me
Look inside yourself and open the door to sweet delight
Come see the light...Come see the light
Oceans are made to wipe away the memory
Where one ray of light shall fall
Change turns back on itself to be the same as it was, as it will be, as it is inside of me
Look inside yourself to open the door to your outer mind
Makes you not fear, it becomes more than you can feel
It makes you not fear...

Let my iris open wide to its own star
Mouth rubbing the edges until it catches fire
Become our thoughts, become our blood rushing through our minds to a river of us
Feeding light...
Now has no end
To Be, to become light
All sounds at once... All sounds at once...
Through the light...it comes through the doorway.

Skyscrape Tongue Pendulum

Return...return...return...return...

A beautiful night to be born.
By the serpent that feeds on itself and reborn...and again reborn.
Like comets on fire in the Hesparian Sea
Skies of lies, a river running free
No history.

No rage from the dying light
A primordial love
Scattered silver sighs sleep
While hurling towards the sun
A skyscrape tongue pendulum.

Into a limitless sea of light
A limitless dream of life
A limitless sea of light.

Life and Death conceal their unity.

From nothing is where everything is born...

A magnetic power of shining sudden dreams
Shadows of leaves against the golden-green fields
Into the singing sun I call your name...
Into the singing sun I call your name...

Is born...

A Few Light Years Away

A few light years away we are the light shining down on other's faces
In hunting the light, I become the light
Blankets of night, fingers of stars, a fist full of eternal blue sky
I don't know where I am going from

Second sight, first light, to be as you were before
I lost her in my mind
The space between thoughts
Between shadow and soul, staring within
Staring within fire
The self-immolation of your smile

Destroy and forget
Birth and renew
All sounds at once and the light comes through
When we are born we forget we are but love is remembering
Love is remembering.

Unstoppable Object Immovable Force

Fall...
Fall back...
Fast...
Forward...

Reality is the duct tape and impermanence is the getaway car
Death makes you feel alive and Life gets up and kick you in the ass anyway
The knowledge that you know is just a blink of what you don't know
The mind of the mind is lost down in the tongue of memory

Blankets of night...

No fear.

Radiant faces descend within to rise
Where all traces of unknown are lost in the night
A soundless word, it echoes and fades like a shadow
Drawing back the veil, light comes through

The light comes through...

Unstoppable Object
Immovable Force
We'll the warmth on the back of their necks
The glimmer in their source
Drawing back the veil

The light comes through...