Count My Rings

A split mind is a lonely problem
Not much different from clouded lenses
But it obscures far more views
And doesn’t stop at the senses

The tall man broke in to my house again
Right when I was about to think
He came for blood this time
He just wanted me to drink

I cleaned up that gory scene
Of the beloved cadavers in the den
The bodies were clogging the chimney
But that was now and this is then

What will I do tonight
With the thoughts keeping me up
Wrestling that faceless intruder
I’m unable to disrupt

Another night finding the flaws
Trying to play mind detective
Scouring for gaps in search of delusion
To find which me is defective

I’ll make an appointment now
To see the actors in the day
While they go through their motions
Putting on their play

Keep up with the professional strangers
They’ve got a new message to sell
No one will teach you how to drive this thing
But boy, you better do it well

How will they know our silent rage
Will you cut us open and count our rings?
Not worth trying to understand
Really it’s just one of those things

Like the windows of cathedrals
A shattered brain could build something new
Breathtaking images in with broken glass
Loosely held together by glue

You know what? forget it for now
We’ll have problems twice the size
Just hold me ’til the world gets brighter
And these demons leave my eyes

Sacred

Dogma can be found in words
Often thin as a page
But Sacred to those who believe
In the wars they wage

Collections of long forgotten rhymes
Lost rythms of joyous spring
Heavy notes of darker times
Candles flickered out in the endless night

But new tales keep being written
New songs continue to be sung
New hearts endlessly smitten
New pains constantly stung

The story true of human beings
Greater than any of our own
Our fellow us lost in eternity
Carefully bound between flesh and bone

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Dogma can be found in words
But divinity is found in us
Sacred is the story heard
Heinous is the turned eye

Not much is surely hallowed
Stories, art, they seem to be
Holding people as just the same
Sacred is what we see

So sacred to me
So sacred as you

A reason to live

Remember the day that you died
And realize how you lived

By cherishing each tick of clock’s hand
And all the hurt that it may bring
Because the silence of winter’s stand
Is why it’s so good when spring sings

By grasping all whom you love
And showing all those you may
That their warmth brought your need to leave
So you demanded that you’d stay

By embracing the venom in your veins
Like sweet wine the summer sends
Eyes brightened by the taste of the moment
With no regard for how the party ends

You made love to your mortality
Like a girl that’s way out of your league
Savoring every moment of her favor
Because you already knew she’s gonna leave

So

If you’re just dust in the wind
Then gather a storm
Let your winds tear open your comfort
Because you’ve no time to mourn

If you’re but a candle to be consumed by the dark
Then let that light grow to swallow it whole
push the threat of the cold to the horizon
And color it with the splendor of your soul

If you’re a spark in a furnace
Then listen to the rhythm of hammer swings
Accepting the blessing of unbearable heat
So you can be forged from terrible things

If you’re a memory to be forgotten
Let it be one of passion and rage
Rampaging through time like a heckled actor
Betrayed by the very promise of your stage

Dance across the unlit sky
Leave your footprints between the stars
And burn your name in to eternity
Painting the heavens with your scars

The flaw of the immortal is mediocrity
With no need to act for lack of an end
Everything to see and nothing to fear
Is just having no message to send

Plant a kiss on the jaws of death
Thanking them for the chance to prove
That competing against certain defeat
Can be the perfect reason to move 

Fight with one determination
To move from the ledge and instead
You’ll just take a different leap
And if you don’t,
then you’re already dead

Defiance

The natural order is our jail.
Stuck somewhere in time and space
On a lowly forward monorail;
Just caught up in another race

To hear the cry of a soul
A thousand years after conception
Is to learn we have a tool
To reach beyond our perception

To separate ourselves from cattle
We make music from our brays
The stage of our greatest battle
Is the same as our grandest plays

Creating is our weapon
It’s how we win the fight
How we reach passed heaven
And avoid that good night

Art is our grand defiance
Not against man but fate
Without we sit in compliance
Of our inevitable state

Show the future your reflection,
So far away they may learn
That we swore rejection
Of fate trapped in urn

Write down and savor
Some tales of great valor
To make a world braver
In the face of great power

Send out your lore!
Pass down your pain!
They’ll hear your roar
Long after you’re slain

In defiance of time
Share with the rest
Your love of rhyme
Your worst and best

Be proud of your revolt
In a way it’s all you got
It’s the only record they’ll consult
Showing how hard you fought

For those yet blinded by cage
Do you yet hold rebellion?
Have you quelled your mortal rage?
When will it finally be enough?
Do you hate the songs of the morning birds
Because they wake you up?