Thursday, March 13, 2008

Another Second Chance


'Tis late this night you visit me

I lay upon my bed
Perplexed as how you know the time
I sink as molten lead

My mountain turns to rubble
'neath the overcasting sky
The weight doth clinch my beating heart
my lash embrace mine eye

The hope that once enveloped me
I long to taste her lips
That freedom, flight, eternal bliss
the raging torrent barely drips

Into the cup, that broken glass
that gleamed in sun, eternal shine
That glory that I once did know
that glory that's no longer mine

The manic, frenzied, bullet pace
Doth slow to grinding 'thought a trace

And there you stand...lovely...bidding me come dance.

Todd

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

The Teeth of Paradox


Oh angel ye of fire

Oh ye angel of the snow
Though you burn in brilliant passion
Yet the gap you see you know

Do you see the crystal vision
of that you wish to be
Whilst you drown in tears of sorrow
'thin the shackles of reality

Oh angel ye of fire
as you soar in Realms unseen
as you discover wonders
Wonder what could be and been

Oh angel ye of snow
whilst the frost doth bite thine feet
Will you press relentless drive or
will you crumble 'neath the long retreat

Oh angel ye of fire as you soar you surely see
Oh angel ye of snow, how you suffer just to be

Thus doth he exist...thus doth he move on...eternally trapped within her grasp

Todd

Monday, March 10, 2008

Ancient


'Tis within the pulse of silence

that mine timid heart doth dance

'Tis in these times of solitude

my thoughts within the Trance

That space so long forgotten
whose name once bore my home
whose song was sung between the notes
That pulse, that steady drone

That calls to me as if I were
a slave 'neath chains of purest gold
whose shine who's splendor who can shun
Yet shun I do and wrong I'm told

And if that voice, that soft sweet voice
could leave me but a choice until
That first caress upon my ear
and choice shuns me and robs my will

A mindless fool enchanted dunce
A heart that lifts his voice this once

That pulse...that rhythm...that primal tempo of Truth.


Todd