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Home, Whoever It May Go To

I don't know if I'll be back this time.
Time enraptures me,
Seduces me into places I know for too 
long.
A million faces but they'll never feel like 
home,
I got too close to the stone,
Heard marvelous stories
And wept when it ended,
And shared myself, do you hear me?
I lended.
I love you yet I must go,
The past is obdurate no matter how
Adamant you are.
And sometimes, it feels wonderful to say 
goodbye,
To people,
Places,
Time,
New adventures forever on the horizon,
New suns to set on me,
And a million faces that'll tell me to go 
home,
But I couldn't,
Because I am home.
These songs and stories I hear,
The winding alley ways to whom I'll 
always hold dear
Because I've never been so close to home.
And I love you,
The million faces, I love them too.
I am home.

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Sleep Well

Sleep well,
For I know the days of stone never gave you much.
And all the Shepherd boys,
All their treasures of gold,
It never amounted to what you could unfold.

Sleep well,
As the sun rises and the moon sets,
So does your heart with no beats,
Just burdens nestled on old pelts and nests.
I admire it and envy it
For I too wish to know how a beat-less heart feels,
Like a flow-less river,
It stays, and does not go.

Sleep well,
For I never sleep as my only friend is the City in which I live in,
All towering monuments of something I don’t know,
Brick and mortar mixed with sweat and tears
Of those who wasted all their years in here.
I too have shared these years,
These tears are not my own,
It was hers and his,
It was something I don’t know.
You lived here once,
We shared a Hallway until Thursday afternoon.

Sleep well,
The road is wind-less as it is it's roads,
A narrow path like an arrow shot from a bow made of Gold,
As dawn begins anew,
So shall you,
Sleep well.

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A Man Dreams of God and God Dreams of Man

When night comes at last,
Dragging it's long face down,
When drunk, the gash of dusk comes.
Of lamentation, of it's cries,
Of laughter and the soothing music into 
your ears.
For something I couldn't understand.
When, free at last
The night had won again,
It's cries were louder than what we could 
do.

When mourning comes, 
Dressed in black and grim faces
Down the roads forevermore.
When,
Sober at the lash of dawn,
Do we go where we are needed.
It's songs were much more beautiful than I 
could do.
When,
Making way for the ropes of day,
Do we stumble and fall.
As we all go back to weaving the stories,
Tapestries, it is what you willed.

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Odes To Everything and Nothing

Ode to joy,
Ode to the forests
And the gravel!
Ode to everything we,
The Searchers,
Have searched for and created for!
Ode to Marx,
We share our sorrows
In pain,
In blood,
In lust.
Share the usurpers throne,
Share it all,
The thorns,
The shrubs,
The fences,
All things innate,
All things beautiful,
All things.

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Enoch Dreams

“Exile on Main Street”
Is what we'll call it.
It hurts to say
But I want you to stay,
They took our city,
Your dreams,
And my Enoch dreams as well.
Alone we stand and 
Together we'll fall apart,
Endlessly,
Like my Enoch dreams.
The rivers run red
And our hearts run blue,
The city….
They took the cities too.
Its Enoch dreams. 
They asked me
“Who are you?”
But they don't care;
So we'll dance all night,
Dance ‘till day,
Like in our Enoch dreams.

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A Summer's Midnight Dream

I see you,
Rather,
I see you and all that you dare to consume.
Lands that hearken back to times before Man,
before Beast,
And every other malicious evil that grips the Eastern Seas.
M leaves have fallen down as you ascend and
Soar unto obscurity.
Ensnare with your songs,
entitled "A Summer's Midnight Dream",
Tell me and those who claim me how to touch the sky,
Because tonight we're going to show this town
How to kiss the stars.

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Moving On and Behind

Don't expect the sun to break for you
As it could not know,
You chased it as fast as you could,
Little will do,
Little shall do.

Don't wait for the birds to pass the horizon
Like it always has,
You watched it for days on end,
Enough is good,
Enough will be good.

Swim as you should have,
Go where the waves take you
Like fish fifty-thousand leagues under the sea,
Go where your heart was meant to be.

Go,
Break the sun
Till it breaks you.
You've done all you could,
Enough is good.
Enough shall be good.

Fly,
Go where the birds have flown
Until you're tired.
And rest till you're ready,
Little is good,
Little was always good.

Swim,
As if you were the waves
Until you've collided with the sea once more.
Be still and know it is okay,
Your heart is content,
It was made to be happy.

I am going home,
I am tired as I should be.
I've done all I could,
And I saw you.
I saw what you can do,
So I took you by the hand
And told you that life is beautiful,
And with tears in my eyes,
I said goodbye.
It was only until I rested
That I realize that I Love You.

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Mid-Summer's Dream

Shall I take a moment
To compare you to a Mid-Summer's Dream?
No, I shall not,
For you are the ever-living dream that resides within me.
The star that shines with glee when the sun turns black,
The fire that jump-starts the heart when there's nary a spark.
And for all the days I've counted
And marked into stone,
You are the force that drives me home.
You are.

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Paradise On 5th Street

Rivers that run upon rivers,
Seas that tangle unto seas,
Rolling like Thunder
Beneath it’s foamy covers
Is the map to the stars and its celestial cousins.
The Alchemist told me of such hearsay,
That all our answers lied beneath me,
But what could I see?
What could I see?

Hills that roll forever onto Hills,
Shadows that dance in these walls
These halls,
Lies the Secrets to all.
For four eras I have wandered down its avenue,
All black,
All blue.
The rising fire that shines on all the trees
Shall not shine on me,
But why can I not see?
Why can I not see?

Maybe it’s the answer,
Could it be three?
Leave it to Humanity and we’ll gleefully say
It’s the basis of our needs,
As we go along on our doom-driven drive to seek its answers,
These wide-eyed cars,
They go faster,
And faster.
We'll call it Paradise on 5th Street.

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Madman's Ballad

I look upon you
Four eclipses below,
Evergreens and Oaks growing to enormous heights,
And in the quiet still we hear the ocean breath.
The Lord has touched you all over,
Brow drips with fierce tears
That I,
Fragile and decrypt,
Prey upon.
If I cannot hold you,
I shall compose the madman's ballad
And if I cannot see you,
I shall breathe you in me so that you may distill the air
With your rosy fragrance.
I weep because I cannot see these lovely trees swaying,
Nor the gravel that I and many others tread upon
Nor the shine of the sun that's been swallowed by some poor soul.
Wind blows from the old boulevard as I lay upon the Earth,
A murmur is heard,
It says to me -- It says
"With the world and it's patrons spinning around,
We'll all come tumbling down and be the ghosts of what was."
I think not you'll miss me,
I've but a soul that has no home,
For it's home was not a place,
But a time.