Nights of Aprille

Shrinking sticks of white and some brown drew me to the fire above,
Forget all,forget these songs and love the gift that prometheus was cursed for,
Yet i wander into a trans like a fly thats meditating with paranoia as my witness,
An illusion is all we knew,Brief seconds flew by with Eyes Aflot,
With pictures on the wall lined like serenades with spears,Piercing the mind,Assasinating..

Tears that were not meant to drop,Smoke filled the air like royalty,
Fore-said perceptions which talked about the dandelions on elysian days,
Divers who shouted heaven when they died with disbelief in belief that there would be a bosom to hide in,
Tee hee hee is what a companion laughs when abused,
Blowing all over the place like the pretender we wannabe,
Breathing for bread made of mist,Drinking for wine thats made of sleep,Eating for air and gasp...shhhh....Their listening again....
Time to sleep while I stay awake....Goodnight crewd brother your adolescence is but for tonight,
Stayin awake on the moonlight dreams with technical difficulties for 3 days,
Sleep,Suffer and Sleep....

Critical apprentice

We went on high with a handful of feathers,
the feathers tainted with mercury and defeat,
Fell down with fire and burned all the liars,
They laughed like thunder and pissed like rocks...
These lines dont lie they are but naked,
Streak like angels and murder like the quad devil,
Freaks of nature alive!!! FLEE!!!!!!!!! my immortality my morality....

Greek myths with an urban stone,these wrath filled faggots turn into my altar,
Sparks of overburned heat,Fuck the skeptics and filter them from the cynics....Cynical truth is the only fuckin option in life from the beholders water view....
One step in your hole with the other in mine,Master everythings great...Hail you off....Anti-Dictators...proposed democrats....social disorders...Up everyones...!!

Great Expectations

Ive been through those rings of fire, the numbness gained when you cross them,just the path end in sight...
But these flames have but been on the canvas of my life clothed like civils..
How the pitch takes you over with wings like humble yellow and heights atop the lake of fire....
Ive dreamt about them too..Their cynicality gone...their sylphish sweat borne...

They Light the night and warm the days,The simpleton nooses of fire with their patriarch selves raised...
Their Lust to burn who wouldnt crave,Their insatiable curiosity burns others....
Free from desire,God of its own,elemental fears,The end cant be near.....