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Barbarian Traveler

Thunder
O vast turmoil - the crack of the whip dies
In the echoes
Crunchy snow, razor breeze
Burning hands stroke the steed
The sky above - imperial clouds of anger
Face clenched
Sinews like thick ropes
Eyes of burning countenance
Humming steel at his side, honed to the melody of death
Extolled and decorated he rides
Vanishing into the setting mist
The wind howls and dies.

 

There Is No Happy Ending For Us

There is no happy ending for us
Gather your happy memories my friend
The children of the sun have made it so
Our time of peace has come to an end
Some are born to suffer, their lives are at expense
Of others whom good fortune follows
Veils of darkness are our fate, hence
Our sorrow and our pain
Those pitiful few are we, good friend
Our lives are lived in vain.
There is no happy ending for us
We climb a mountain of ice at the
Blackest midnight hour
Our hearts heavy with guilt for others
Our salvation lying in a decadent and cruel power
Our pathetic lives in crumbling pieces
The love we seek we shall never find
They are taken by unappreciative others
Whose world is lit by light of a different kind
My dying heart
Blackened by the searing flames of hate
Cannot survive this drowning tide
That swells and drags me to a predestined fate
Everyone goes away in the end. Everyone I know.
Left alone and afraid.
Death looms gigantically at my weeping face
There is no happy ending for us.

 

Gentle Soul (For Laraine)

Soft pupils, violet breath
The world on a rose petal
Musk like ambrosia
Perfume and Fire!
Wrapped around her neck
Overhanging reds and browns and golden
Folds of honey and cinnamon
Visage of a pearl in starlight
Divine inner light.
Soaring above the trees - scent of warm summer breeze
Common heart common mind
Common soul
Gentle soul

 

Underwater

A crash followed by warm spray of water
My mind; calm and free
Floating in the breeze of the sea
Currents wind between my toes, tails of hot and cold
A distant warbling noise
It must be the surf, but I'm so far away
My vision - so clear, so bright
Warm flashes of violet and red,
Green and the most inviting pale of
Blue
Golden rays stream through the water above
Filtering into a diffused yellow haze
My heart singing in time with the waves
Oh
How I wish I could stay
How I wish I could be free
Forever in this ocean foam
Forever in this warm and beautiful sea
To float forever
And be free
In this ocean
In this sea

 

Kindness

My mind - sorrow laden
My senses - in some distant Eden
My heart - tormented; sick with knives of pain
My soul - weeping. It is truly slain.
But all this is not so - it shall not need be
All my sorrows vanish, all my pains gone
If you show a little kindness to me
It is not much that I ask
No great feat of human strength
No terrible favour, no sinful task
No words of hatred need ever be said
Could you be my saviour?
Oh dear God, could you please release me?
I've suffered enough, my life is sick
Do you have some kindness for me?
The most sweetest thing
The most divine taste
Can you give love? Celebrate life?
Please please don't let it all go to waste
Please show me - show me how wrong I am
Please tell me that all will be well tommorrow
Prove me wrong - find me this love everyone speaks of
Show me this beautiful world without sorrow.
A little kindness everyday
Goes a very very long way
If kindness truly is it's own reward
Then it is salvation have that I've finally stepped toward

 

Graying Tower

I see you, your soft face, your shining eyes - glistening in the ocean breeze
I see the house, burnt and blackened, nothing but stone and char. Perched on its roost of black rock and crashing green waves.
I see the clouds, rumbling and tumultuous; angry with malicious foreboding; they feel the rage that it inside of me.
I see the your hand, scented and pale - your touch; divine, your love; luminous, so bright it could guide thousands of hearts by its light.
I know your eyes, your pain; distant, but not forgotten
I feel how much their scorning touched your soul, I understand the fire that burns within you.
I know I can help you - I want to hold you. I can protect you.
I run my hand through your mane of auburn hair
I tenderly kiss those tears away - I tell you nothing is wrong
I love you more now than ever.

 

What Was It?

Those cherry blossoms shall never grow old now, will they?
Nor will that warm summer rain ever be as inviting.
Your bed, never to be slept on again - your house, one less presence shall fill it today.
It's funny how you once said to me: "Sometimes there's more to life than just living."
I think of those words now - I wonder how you meant them to be taken.
Was it a cry for help my love? Or was it truly mere abandon...
I guess I'll never know.
That smile will never cross your pretty face.
It's funny because, all of a sudden, I can remember every single time you laughed.
No more shall bows clasp your ebony black hair - I remember that too, finer than all the silks of the East. It's scent: an exquisite mixture of flowers.
I wonder what drove you to it. I wonder what madness possessed your soul. I wonder how it could've happened. Was it you? Was it me? Was it your engagement? Was it the world? Was it my life? What what what?
What was it?
I didn't cry - I couldn't. There was not a single tear I could shed.
For I knew your pain, I knew your cause - your escape; I couldn't blame.
Bitter sweet happiness, that's all I can muster. You're free. You're more alive than you'll ever be.
Good angels, take her to Heaven and adorn her with wings
May your love evermore fill me as it did before
I'll see you soon, my friend. The other side awaits us all.
After all.
"There's more to life than just living."

 

Reverence - Light of a New Day

(Contains some lyrics from "SURROUNDED" by Dream Theater - mostly in the last couplet).

Golden ray - purple hue, scarlet shade
An ivory tower, glistening and awake
Flowers bloom, morning glory
Teardrops fall. Leaves doth shake.
A silver sea arises from ebony sleep
The warm breeze of a new day sprawls
Angels waken with a long summer kiss
The shadow of the past crumbles and falls.
Photon genius - dazzling brilliance
Radiant clouds of divine breath
The birth of a fresh new day
Decay of evil, absence of death.
A winged Seraph - beauty from Heaven
More radiant than the great wonders seven
Skin of pearl, hair ablaze
Heart of love, purest of grace
She will slowly yield the light
She whispers words to clear my mind.
I awaken from the longest night
I once could see, but now at last, I'm blind.

 

Candle By A Mirror

Floating, dancing, performing
A flame - vain and beautiful
A silent reflective audience
Blown out in an instant.
Snuffed out your life.

 

Blood

(Contains an excerpt from the song "MALICE THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS" by Cradle of Filth)

Take the wine away, its taste hath soured my tongue
Quench my life's thirst with exquisite pain
Sepulchre tombs and open graves beckon me
The god of all hatred hath been finally slain.
The Devil's Whore who layeth on my bed
Legs of slate leadeth me to razor-laced death
Nails of rust and slime scrape my back
Eight-legged beasts, upon my approach, turned tail and fled.
Black candles, white satin
A dungeon of pleasure beneath the old castle
Torn coffins, decrepit and stale
Human gore, strewed on tables, black bile in skin parcels.
Before me, the Countess awaits in her chamber
A rank stench emits from below - a gory, sickly flood
She smiles sweetly, her fang-like teeth grow
She opens her mouth and speaks - her teeth tainted with blood.
"I am dusk, come to ravish the light"
"Steal me from this deaf and mute Christ into night"
"I will answer thy prayers"
"If thou wouldst drink from mine!"
Aaaahhhhh.....
Unholy matrimony, perverse sexual release
My heart darkens, my mind entrapped
My soul, released, flies off into the mist of the night
Ethereal vapours take my strength that is tapped
My blood flows gently into her grisly goblet
The full moon rises over my broken vessel.

 

The Long Walk

The cool autumn breeze runs its fingers through my hair. I walk with you - contemplating and wondering. Pangs of guilt eating me from within, yet I fortify my conscience lest I should lose my fear and become complacent. I walk with you - you, laughing and smiling so gently, yet so warmly. Your radiant glow washes through me, filling my void of emptiness. My heart pounds like a well-tuned timpani, the warmth of my cheeks brought out by the biting swarm of gnats that is this antarctic wind. Yet you keep on smiling and walking, your glorious mane of hair billowing out behind you. Your breath appearing in soft, tufts of cotton in front of you. Your eyes dazzle and dance at the setting sun. The trees, though casting strong shadows, cannot hide the radiance of your moonlight face. Shaking myself, I move on with you. Not a word exchanged, but mind in common thought, eyes sometimes locking together in a universal understanding. At least, I like to think so. Sometimes, I think the human mind is too primitive to fully express our emotions. I know that now - I cannot express how I truly feel. I wish that, somehow, I could open my heart and let all my love flow into you; filling you with the warm glow of light and affection. I cannot express how you make me feel. How my world of twisted, contorted shapes - mocking and slashing shapes, has suddenly been driven into hiding by your dawning brilliance, your light of salvation. I look at you and I wonder, do you know how I feel? Do you understand the way I see you? Do you feel those same heart-wrenching pangs for me? I hope that you do. Or, I wish that you did. I wish that I could hold you close to me, my hand around your slim and delicate waist. I wish I could breathe my words of affection into your ears and hear your words of passion through a single glance into those vast oceans in your eyes. I wish I could feel your warmth beside me, I wish that it was I running my hand through your delicate and radiant hair. I wish I could hear those three words "I love you" and then end my life; with that happy thought the final testament in my mind. I wish you felt the same way about me. I wish I had the courage to speak up and tell you. I wish this walk would never end.

 

Velvet Planet

We float in obscurity
The moon rises on our necks
Dampening and draining
Waterfalls of hands
Feathers reach into the crimson clouds
Hungry ants scour for their next profit
A falling stock propels for certain death
A crying bee on its raped and weeping field
Upon inflating each lemon doth grow
And dies from the war of dirt
The camera zooms out slowly
On this planet of earth
The end of this human race.

 

Holy Grounds

Mint and thyme, with sweet tasting rosemary laced in the air
Blossoming buds, fresh sprung sap mixed in the morning dew
By the wreckage of the old church, 'neath the cooing doves and roosting bats
Near the fallen gravestones and vague split oaks, I first made love to you
On a lawn of green, moist silk and damp soft earth
Hastened by a cool, dawn breeze
Under the shade of elderly and wise birch
Our minds soared free, our hearts at peace
Closer crept your warmth against mine, we stared into the brilliant blue sky
O ravished is my heart of dark and tortured thought
Wanting is my soul for your light and your love, flowing from your divine cup
The holiest of grails that has been the claim of battles long fought
Your voice I distinctly remember; tones of crystal beneath a bubbling stream
Hair of ebony blaze and perfumed scent of the most forbidden flower
Your laugh, oh prodigious thoughts - wind chimes in the evening summer breeze
Deep in thy pupils, such vast windows of love - I see your heart's immense power
Mint and thyme, with sweet tasting rosemary laced in the air
Blossoming buds, fresh sprung sap mixed in the morning dew
By the wreckage of the old church, 'neath the cooing doves and roosting bats
Near the fallen gravestones and vague split oaks, I first made love to you.

 

WAR AGAINST THE MACHINES

(Includes excerpts from "H-K (Hunter-Killer)" by Fear Factory)

The machine is now alive
To reap havoc in your life
There's no fuse that will turn me back
I am ready to attack
Bloodied and torn scar tissue
Armoured skeleton - standard issue
Crunch of skulls beneath my feet
Flesh that scatters from its heat
Effigy of bionic rage
War against the machines of hate
Filling our lungs - hot winds of death
We left behind our fallen dead
Value of life is no longer cause
Profits slacken from needless loss
Demon minds beneath the steel
Know only pain, which they can't feel
Perfect skills in anatomy
Murder, rape and atrocity
You don't get an attorney
I'm your judge and your jury
The machine is now alive
Desensitized with open eyes
Powered by an angry mind
Refueled by all those I despise
Humanity's war is completely lost
Wasted with an unimaginable cost
Falling further, falling fast
We have lost our souls at last.

 

Burden

Swimming inside this tank
Lofty elate swoon
Spilling through the sides
My hand passes through the glass
The gun descends
My arms raised and poised
Bubbles of life through each ear
A whisper of sadness
Needle pierces the vein
My tears lost in this sea of thought
The desert beckons me
A decaying moth at my feet
Fragrant tones
That crisp acrid smoke from the barrel
Memory
Of how you tore my fucking heart out
"Everything's blue in this world - the deepest shade of mushroom blue"
"A life of fucking things up fixed in one determined flash"
The clock whispers my name over
And over
Till silence deafens the room.

And that final thought
Love. What a waste.

 

The Great Blue

Vast blueness
Temperate and true
Immense tranquility those
Peaceful oceans in your eyes
So great are they
Those amber waves of love
Though fragile and delicate
They have the power and strength
Of the most formidable storm
That blows nothing but the essence of your heart
Into my mine
And in that immense ocean
That expansive sea of love
I find my peace and my strength
That well, that source of the most righteous virtue:
Forgiveness
And it fills me with a thirst for redemption
As I drown in absolute tranquility
In those calm seas
In that beautiful horizon of sparkling blue
In your eyes that dream.

 

Footsteps on the Porch

(For My Brother)

There it is then, that scarred step on my door
Scorched by those happy tears you must've shed
God knows how it would've turned out
How it would've ended
I see you around the front way
I see you wave goodbye
An imprint in my mind - a negative of your self
So much to ask, so much to have been done
Yet you were never there to have seen it
Footsteps at my door
That's all you were
I saw you alright, on my front porch
And then saw you wave goodbye
Without a word, without a sound
Your gesture - a sad smile
I don't want to know
I don't want to stay
I didn't want to see
See you go away
I never knew you - I've never had
I wonder now how it would've been
Had you not gone - had you'd been there for me
In that warm golden sunshine world
You showed me through
You took my hand, reluctant as you were
And you sheltered me the best you could
I wish I'd known better
I wish I'd been able to show you my love
I wish we could've been friends
But what we had - it had to be enough
That day you vanished, without a trace
Without a thought, without a sound
Without me
I shook and clenched my temples
For nothing could bring you back
The world went black under a midnight veil
You went away from me forever
I heard you say you didn't want to go
I saw you - how you wanted to cry
I knew you only as that charred footprint on my porch
I saw you wave goodbye .
Wave goodbye.
Forever.

 

Drown

At last I fall
Ocean clear, darkness below
Abyss of eternal release
My heart's comfort be
Where those cold waters lie
Forever spinning tide
Thus drowning I die.

 

View From The Sky

Oh how tall was I
Oh how beautiful was the sky
How I laughed
How I cried
From my tower up high
Absorbed in my own self-pity
All alone in this desolate city
Ants below
A high flying dove
The violin in the clouds
That sang from far above
Oh how I wanted to fly
To scatter my tears across the sky
End my sorrows and repent my sins
To float forever on gusts of wind
Stomach of knotted bread
Peering over my lofty ledge
Rays of brilliant warmth
Another silver skyline dawn
The echoing howls of traffic below
The wind whips my tears away
Thunder cracks in the distant hills
It couldn't wait, it wouldn't die - it had to be today
I stood, giddy with fear
Of falling? How ridiculously queer!
I shut my eyes, my arms spread wide
A deep breath inward - no more shall I hide
And with a glorious, peaceful and relaxed sigh
I let go

I knew
I did

I wanted
I could

Fly.

 

Silent Steel

(Reflections on an ancient Samurai Sword)

Running my finger down its metal shaft
A cold sensation - icy brilliance
Dulled only by the sheen of dust on this ancient blade
Resolute and rigid, the purpose made so clear
Yet in its silence, only beauty sensors the air
Awe and wonderment if such things were ever meant to be
Certainly not crafted, not forged
Not handled, not used by mortal touch
Unsheathed and drawn; its raspy hiss silences the room
A whisper behind the ear
And the wood-block split in twain.
Angelic grace beholds this weapon of such immense devastation
But cannot repent its power to bestow peace
Wrapped in silk and ghosts it resides
Testament to an age older than time - feudal wars and honourable deeds
Upon its carved-bone hilt and ornamental clasp
Legends of those deeds live in shadow-play
Resting gently in my palm
Clear is the destiny it writes in my mind.

 

Prayer to a Jaffa

Woe be tide to the great Jaffa
An ode to thee - my orange-sealed chocolate treat
Ye who provideth much taste sensations
Much entertainment in greatest assembly
Ye who rolleth so easily down theater-aisles
Ye who trippeth the fool-hearty nitwit
On their annoying journey to seek internal relief
Ye who punish morons in my class
Ye who maketh a most lethal projectile
Ye who art most multi-purposeful - a confectionary MacGuyver
Infinite power within thy crisp sweet shell
Thou art so orange and round
Thou art so full of chocolate goodness
Hence my prayer to thee
Lord protect all Jaffas everywhere
My secret friend
My secret affair
Let me remain in the kingdom of Jaffas
Forever and ever
Amen.

 

Story-Teller

How solemn you looked on that meadow rise
Creaking with the winter gusts that chill your bones
Contorted limbs rising to the sun
In those knots; life stirring like never before
Your bark - blackened by decades of congealed frost
That warm sap seeming to be frozen, hardened and thick
But merely an illusion - for inside your eternal heartbeat reigns
Leaves, your precious children, take to the air every year
Leaving you so alone, so abandoned in that cold, cold knoll
But come springtime everything returns and life
Renews as it once did before - things change but stay the same
I look at you now as you stand so proud over that green field
You're two hundred years older than I could ever be
I wonder what things you've seen, what lives you've known
What stories and tales you would weave if you could
A silent watcher in the pages of history
Yet you are more part of history than any man could hope
Your great life and strength roots back before the dawn of my mind
Constant you are, virtuous in your purpose without regret or guilt
Surely you, great oak, will add me to your memories
For you will still be here when I am long gone
A silent watcher in the pages of history
A great story-teller with no audience left to care.

 

Ignorance

In my mind, I see ignorance - that one human frailty which we have yet to conquer. I see it growing and feeding on others, fat from consuming their wanton emotions. I see its offspring, the seed planted inside their minds. I see its consequence; the acts of unrequited hate. It festers on hate. It lives for suspicion and the fury of anger. Hate for what they cannot know, for what they cannot understand. I see this ignorance, a midnight curtain in the world of night. It's a veil, a barrier between light and dark, good and bad, love and war. A barrier for it keeps them separate, it spares the ignorant from knowing the torments of knowledge, of the agony of millions of dying others. It saves them the pain of knowing suffering and evil. And yet, it is a barrier that preserves hate, for ignorance also breeds mistrust and fear of the unknown. So when these vacant mortals hide from the truth, they also hide from their salvation. I see this ignorance, seeping from their eyes and ears like viscous black bile. Poisoning their, once, formidable minds and killing their beautiful souls. They're swimming and sinking in it. Like the salty sea, they know not that the very thing that could drown them is also keeping them afloat. I peer into those open pupil windows and see their conscience crying. Weeping for an innocence lost in a single act of rage. A lonely act of hate against those who were ignorant enough to hate them. I see ignorance, drawing close to me. Surrounding me. Suffocating me. Sometimes I wish for ignorance to take me, a sweet relief from my mind of turmoil. Other times I just wish to be free.

 

Fire Dance

Whip-flash a bright flare of red and gold
With silver-lined sequins and a bold blue corsage
Thumping, and trembling drums reverberate throughout the air
Under flame illuminated night stars and a hot tropical breeze
Two figures locked in passionate embrace, slender arms and
Strong legs, thick lines of supple grace move in time with the fiery music
That courses through their veins like the searing flames of love
Dancing and spinning, kicking and whirling with energy
That only love could manufacture and desire could burn
Their feet rat-tat-tapping on the tattered wooden floor
Echoing the pounding beat with invigorating rhythm
And singing to the world in Latin tones of immortal lust
And ablaze inside the looming cage of this powerful music
Eyes meet in a silent world of dance and song
They are the only two people in the world now
And the dance shall ever last in their hearts
That burn with desire amidst the flames of love.

 

Temple (a song)

A cross hangs from her bedroom wall
Tonight she is one with the world
Mind open to the love from above
Bleeding, her heart cries unfurled
Bloody kisses adorn her pallid crown
Mud encrusts her brittle and brown hair
Leaves from yesteryear float in space
And breathes memories from the dragon's lair
Lying in this pool of trickling cool life
Water tainted in heaven's bloody tears
Her life; an exquisite struggle for love
`Neath the cold caressing rain of her own fears

Her breast laden with sourness and sorrow
Her thighs ache from the cold touch of hate
Her eyes clear as the frozen winter's day
Her soul weeping at her hidden, sealed fate
She wonders how much she'd like to know
She wishes that her heart knew love
She wonders what had happened to her God
She yearns for that divine light from above

Floating in this pond of quiet, deep sleep
Arms outstretched to the mighty sky
Night stars sing to her in her dreams
And how in that sleep she saw herself fly

A withered hand strokes her soft locks
And her heart bleeds again
Her mind soars in a desperate quest
For another undying friend

Above a corona around a full moon spreads
And mirrors the lilies that float beside her
The candles blink and utter wisps of smoke
As the wind rises and sends her further

Only the open and loving heart knows best
To what will find the soul its eternal rest

 

Lessons of Love

For all the wrongs that seared my heart black
One lesson of love brought my soul back
From that grisly trench of dark mortal fears
Into realms of light to bathe in happy tears
It taught me to fight and purge myself of sins
And not let fate drag me down with its vengeful whims
To stand and hope that one-day I'll be free
From this infernal curse of tainted chastity
That one lesson of love - a candle floating in the infinite blue
Made me realise that there was much in life I had left to do
For I know now that all my love was not a waste
And my efforts will still bring me fruits to taste
If I can only hold onto that fantastical sense of faith
That warns my warm heart away from the traps of hate
I shall find that second dawn in my life
And I'll know then true happiness, perhaps even a wife
Who knows what more lesson time shall bring?
But in all those years of work I'll remember just one thing
With knowledge and experience I'll be destined on earth to roam
But love, the greatest of all lessons, shall bring me back home.

 

Guide

Gentle are those who lead the way; taking my hand and showing me the path through to the light. For it is the light that we seek in our world of darkness and decay, where desolate plains hold dead trees that bear no fruit to our labours. That's where we need our guides the most -- those beautiful sentient beings whose hearts unfold selfless love and faith to help us carry on. It is our guides who come to us in our hour of desperate need. They are gifts, purely and simply they are the single most precious commodity that anyone could ever bestow upon us. Their time devoted to our needs, their hearts devoted to our comfort and welfare. Our guides, taking our hands, hold us up to the light. Their love bathing us with hope and, an almost, divine compassion. My guides are far and wide, they come in many forms and with many faces. They come only when I fall, only when I scream out in pain - but they've always come and they've always saved me. Neither angels nor devils be, my guides hold within them some supernatural divinity that only our faith in nature can explain. My guides are beautiful, they move with angelic grace and rose petal tenderness. And from their gorgeous eyes, they shine with a glow of sincerity and hope. These are my guides, my life-chord to the earth. These are my guides and my life will always be devoted to them.

 

Piece of Me

Not a word.
Not a sound.
Not a look nor a phrase uttered.
No expression on your face or the warmth of your gentle touch can express what one simple gesture did.
What one act of kindness that said so much more than mere words ever could.
Your devotion.
Your love.
Your infinite grace and warmth, captured for a moment. Captured for a lifetime in this creation of affection.
A product of kindness.
Molded from a friendship cast in the brilliant blue stars.
A gift that spoke to me of cool breezes, warm summer nights, moonlit conversations and thoughts that gel into one moment of personal realisation.
A gift that whispers in my ear as I lie near my bedside, speaking of places, hopes, dreams and aspirations not of my own - and yet they are part of me, just as the sculptor is.
A part of my life and my heart.
This gift, it's a piece of you.
It's a physical expression of those moments of your life you spent for me, you devoted to me, you sacrificed for me - that's the greater part of this gift.
This gift is as much a part of you as is a lock of your fiery hair, an afternoon spent in my company or a kiss from your rose-petal lips.
It's a piece of your own essence, your own existance that I hold in my hands.
That's what makes it special - that this gift IS you, it comes STRAIGHT from you.
You've given me a piece of yourself.
And now I know that I too have given you a piece of my own self.
A piece of my own love.
For forevermore, you'll always have a place - a piece of your own - in my heart.

 

Burning Hills

Walking alone in this dim lit street, I see the people meet up in the far distanced hills
I see them dance round the blaze that licks and lashes its tongues up at the heavens
And vanquish the starlight from the night sky.
The cold wind blows and the dark clouds rumble from far up north and I look into the heart of the darkness in my mind to find the creeping fear hiding behind my soul.
And yet, in those burning hills, where the people dance and pray with open hearts.
I see the burning desire in their eyes and the fire in their souls - their love for freedom and their faith in the good.
And I rise up from my dark heart and feel the strength crawl through my flesh.
In those eyes of love and hope, there stirs a power beyond my wildest dreams.
In these people who burn in the hills and fight with their hearts to be free.
Open bonfires for soldiers lost, hot searing flames for lovers long gone, warm light for sons and daughters, burning bright and true for mothers and fathers, who struggled against tyranny and clenched their teeth against hate.
And paid the ultimate sacrifice for their loved ones who stayed behind to fight another day.
In the face of unjust persecution and black rains of pain.
They fought till the last one stood against another cold dawn.
And that old Irish hymn springs to mind about the righteous who fall for the guilty one's treachery.
Yet these people fight on against their fellow brethren in that burning struggle to be free.
And they burn these bright fires in the hills in remembrance.
For these many who have fallen before - they have attained their ultimate freedom that no government or religion could ever take away from them.
Ever again.
And I find myself walking away from that cold dim lit street and ascending that muddy hill and I too want to bask in that burning warmth from those fires in the hills.

 

Within

The burning of confusion settles in your soul
And in a far barren track your mind wanders dazed
At the choice that splits your destiny in two
And makes the future once more clouded and hazed

It is then you sought the guidance from beyond
And experience and wisdom to carry you through
All the while never realizing infact
That the answer lay only inside of you

From within comes the power that heals us all
From within shall you find your solution
From within is where your heart speaks loud
From within can you think without pollution

Deep inside your cavity of love
Lies the knowledge that will set you free
And release you from this burden of fate
And give birth to a new future to be

Follow your heart, your soul and your mind
Follow your instincts that you know so well
Follow the words that speak from within
Follow the power you thought had once fell

I know you feel unsure, unsafe and lost
And for this you feel that you've committed sin
But you're so wrong my darling friend because
Always will you follow your heart within