The Established

Each square is a slide towards the peril,
Each move becomes a series of doubt.
The pawn will creep, step by step.
Each time forward, the opposite flout.

Turn by turn a pawn shall fall,
As they strive forward to the end.
Closer and closer, the pawn shall march.
Those infront must now defend.

Now the last pawn is all alone.
A knight closing in, a rook to the side,
A bishop on the diagonal,
And the Queen just behind.

But there's one step to the end,
And it's the last pawn's turn...

Voice

Take my stand, don't let me preach.

You don't know my name, or my reason.
You just came along higher than might
And stole my voice and tried me for treason.

Tie me up and throw me away,
Let me rot behind the bars you've locked.
Bury my body, but not my voice.
For I will resonate, the world will stop.

For when the time has hit twelve,
And my flesh is vacant from my bones.
There will live another generation,
With liberty all theirs to own.

The present is where
The future is made.

Our Theist's Conclusion

If we would walk through the trees,
Would we still believe
That there is not a cousin
Nor a brother
Walking with us through this life.

If we had flown with the river,
Would we still shiver
At our thoughts
That were bought
To neglect our nature in this life.

Without the grace of a butterfly,
Would we still shy
From our real purpose,
Given nature's curse
To change all that is in life.

Will our arrogance ignore the bird,
Ignore her word,
For she will sing
Just about anything
To be noticed in this life.

The seeds will still grow,
The water will still flow,
Nature will move,
Replace the used
Once we are void of life.

Our ignorance of our place in this world
Will be our final curtain.

Deceit

Is this poison running through my veins?
Or is it the trail of a flame,
Engulfing my fury at your treachery
Which needn't be boiled or braised?

The soup in which you feast
Is littered with only falsehoods.
A follower of the black path,
You knew were it lead, you understood.

Now you take a march against the truth,
covering your lie with false attention.
You lead the rest down that path
Where the end is but contention.

Your deceit will not be unanswered.
I cannot leave the truth
To ensure a smile from the lie.
I throw you a book of proof.

Nothing shall be left in the dust,
For the truth will prevail.

Brave

I've seen a cloud of dust that rolls.
It swaggers along the beach
And rolls with the waves.
At the point it reaches its peak,
It tumbles and folds
Before losing its way.
When it seems likely to hold,
it falls before you
When you thought it was brave.

Derision

Your need to look at the sky
For answers that don't
Deserve a question
Is a familiar joke.

When one believes the world
Is there for their own
Satisfaction
They'll be in the dark, alone.

You drew several pictures
Of that man again.
Tell me he's special,
The kind you'd recommend.

For where he may lead you
Is none of my business
But I'll interject
When he leaves you in a mess.

The world is wonderful
With rationality.
But we delude ourselves
With our nationality.

For some reason you enjoy
Dividing eachother
Into segments
That dislike one another.

You might be impervious
To derision,
Though I see no hope
In your new religion.

Rhythm Of Life

We can take a step back
But the rhythm will carry on.
Then we are out of sync
With the rest of the melody,
Trying to find our place
As a polyphony.
We wander in and out
In search of parity
But it's lost, it's gone
Too far ahead to catch.
We reach to discover
Our own beat to begin
A new rhythm of life,
A change to the sheet.
We begin new notes,
We start with a clef.
We know our own score
But how do we compete?
The orchestra is playing,
It never once stopped.
You tried to think
But it marched on
In the key of sharp
While your time was flat.
Now the world whispers
About around your ears.
Your lost in this world,
Your stanza isn't that.

Little

Taking a step back into the abyss
Away from the growing outside.
The walls will climb around me
And the clocks will stop this time.
I want nothing more of this
Constant stream of feelings
That run riot around my mind
And thrust towards the ceiling.
I can waste no more time
Echoing my bouzouki
Towards the empty space
That drops between my feet.
May it be that we write,
from time to time,
Little love notes
That belittle our lies.
We strive for nothing but passion
In our own small talk.
Then we learn to forget it
And erase it like chalk.
We've learnt little in love.

Pride

It's gone from you, the rain will disappear
Then fade into the beautiful light.
It's hiding from you, the clouds will rise
Then you'll see them not this night.
Everything's much darker with your eyes open.

It's sneaking on you, the sun will fall
Beneath the equatorial darkness.
It's looking at you, the moon is not
succumbed to her usual starkness.
Everything's less blue when you see copen.

It's on top of you, sink beneath your feet
And try to run if you can.
It's now with you, that's your pride
And she's been reopened.

Somebody

Talking into the darkness, hiding yourself.
What is supposedly you, isn't really there,
But a blank page of mysteries you wish
To show to the world but daren't care.
You can never be somebody here
Because you can never be exposed.
Just a set of pixels sworn together
By the imagination of those
That can see it, behind the door
You've given and decidedly locked.
The dream you've led is made real,
That somebody is stopped and blocked.

To the others in this reality,
You are there to be that nobody.
In which you are there to pretend
To be the dream of that somebody.
Your eyes will watch the new world,
It'll unfold into something timeless,
Something bold, where you stand out.
But still you are the useless,
Frightful somebody that has sat there
Dreaming of this new life that is not.
Your true you is to be left from you
As the life you had is forgot.

And once more, where you were somebody,
You are now a nobody

Goblins And Rainbows

Tearing up the sky like a dagger,
Gold will fall, and fall fast,
Creeping by the sky like a dark angel.
There, nothing is surpassed.
The water drips from the sky,
Quickly burning all that flies
And all that creeps on the ground.
It's hide to stay alive.

A glow rips up from the earth,
Stones and gold spring out
And lay before the summit of heaven.
Stand and erase all the doubt.
All swords shall be drawn,
All shields will be ready,
All men shall walk the breadth of the land,
To grasp their hands in the plenty.

No history shall be remembered.
The footsteps of the past
Shall be washed by every river,
Every stream, every cast.
Banish every name to peril,
Uplift the trees to cover all.
All that could have been there
Will be lost to those that stand tall.

The last remnants will be lifted
High into the sky with the vapour.
The sun will spread her light
And cut everything down like paper.
The jaws of nature will unclench,
What is dead is now free.
Their journey has now ended,
The empty land shall let them be.

The colours will rein supreme,
Shining above all who can gaze.
There she is, the last sound,
Never peace, only slaves.

In My Mind

There's only so much light
When you turn out the dark.
There's only so much glow
When you look at the stars.
There's only so much distance
When you live so far.

There's only so much dust
When you've left for so long.
There's only so much muscle
When you've been so strong.
There's only so much of you
When it has been this long.

There's only so much sight
When you've left my eyes.
There's only so much fire
When the smoke goes high.
But there will always be you
In my mind.

Blurry Mirror

A timeless photo,
The one in which you've kept grasped,
Locked up in your hand
Without a vision or a reason to pass.

An Inspiring song,
The melody that flows with you
From this season to the next,
Without a stranger's ear tuning in to.

A final dance,
The last time you whisper an amble
Before the curtain opens
And you take one more defining gamble.

It's there, you hide your shine,
The true person.

My Secret Path

Nuclear fusion is a delight when you consider the stars,
The destruction of one life seems to lighten our own.
Each direction leads to new life, or another Sun.
Different, but still the same from the one we know.

We have the freedom of the third dimension,
Yet we are two dimensional in our lives.
There's a certain path and we all follow it,
We love, we marry, we multiply and then we die.

Granted, each path will have its end,
But each step should be different from the other.
Much of the adventure of the wrong direction
Is left for those with the last endeavour.

You can hide behind the walls of those before,
Or take a giant leap before the world is gone.
Our hearts fall brittle on our own rejection,
Love what you are and embrace it more.

Our galaxies within wish to collide and merge
With others that only wish for the same direction.
We're individuals with our own ambitions,
We need to develop our own connections.

What's the point in living a life
In somebody else's vision.
 

Lene

That was the moment,
I knew it instantly.
She chose the same path as me,
We would talk constantly.

Our steps were in rhythm,
Two sounds in polyphony.
We don't know the end of our journey,
Only the present harmony.

Each road would break into more,
Yet our course was the same.
And after each possible outcome
We came out in the same place.

In the adventure of life,
We meet our completion.

The Bloom

Here she comes,
She sings, she sings.
She danced with the flowers,
They grew, they grew.
The skies would cry,
She ran, she ran.
The flowers said goodbye,
They'll be back soon.

The sun would rise,
She smiled, she smiled.
Out came the flowers,
They waved, they waved.
She danced once more,
No end, no end.
For the time before,
Was lost to the rain.

There's time again to play,
More time to dance.
This field is there forever,
Smiling in your past.

The Fanatic

My ears will be of service,
Listening to all your whispers.
Take me forth to your light,
Send my body to shivers.

Your word is my word,
Your will is my salvage.
I'll cast them upon you
And earn my safe passage.

There I will stand,
Eye to eye with the infidel.
My last final smile
Before I rid them of their peril.

And to the white, pearly gate
 I never came.

Arise

Everything is moving away from the beginning,
The light that does shine will eventually become dim.
Whilst gravity remains at strength to keep us together,
Lets create something special, just for nature's hymn.

Whilst we assume an eternal belonging to the world,
We are as breakable and movable as a jigsaw.
Drifting apart, further and further, we are absent.
We are succumb to the universe's own laws.

Beneath the waves flows a new tide of energy.
Out will rise a new born, a conscience of life.
It will stand tall beneath its own insignificance,
Climbing below its own sense of power and height.

Before a flicker has flicked, it is washed,
And there it will cease to be.