Cement
As I walk this tainted earth, dying concepts of right and wrong slowly vanish before my eyes in one last primal scream of acceptance, sentenced to serve as distant memories in the pantheon of time

Frame me this moment as the sky come falling down

Again, I find myself searching for crumbs of bread, yellow bricks instead of this grey, everyday route of false independence
An abyss teeming with smiles

Could you frame me this moment as the sky come falling down?


This concrete wall a sole witness, silent and grim
Never to speak of the pathos absorbed deep within
Its cold, gray stone my only infamy, lone legacy
Render me free


Could you frame me this moment of truth
to hang on my wall and observe
as the sky come falling down again?
Could you render me free of this grey,
everyday route of false independence?
Watch the bridges burn


Frame me this moment as the sky come falling down again
Frame me this moment to hang on my wall and observe
As the sky come falling down


The Coming Of Soon
Misshaped into consciousness, lived by as practiced
as told
As dark streams pressure the surface, she tightens
her hold
Biased to believe in the feeling and conquer the will
I conquer the will to believe I can feel

By night and by kin, by flesh and by skin
Subdued to a spot in the distance
fading away

By words and by acts, by guilt and regrets
Embodied - eternity crumbles
and turns to a day

A day
You're fading away

Is this what you meant when you said that all
meaning has died?
The strength of conviction has given away to the tide

Tormented by an unuttered rule
when driven by lust are we deaf to the voice of
morality
Or ignoring the preacing of fools?

Her breath melts the last of frozen truths
sinners of restrained devotion
far beyond reproof

Nothing is left but to curse and embrace you
as i loathe myself more with each moon
we await the coming of soon

Is this waht you meant when you said that all
meaning has died?
The strength of conviction has given away to the
tide
Nothing is left but to wait for the coming of soon

Is this what you meant when you said that all
meaning has died?
Cold Smoke
In privacy I gaze until the bitter 9th phase
shade the window dear
The light's still reaching here

Unhappiness you ask - unhappines you'll find
Again you failed to read between my lines

Discontent and carnal vitality are combined
beckoning as shivers downwards my dead spine

Your loyality tormenting me
The more i suffer - you quench more
this effigy of silence
is the treason I adore

A prisoner of my sarcous tomb
Sentenced to a so called life
behind a haze grown colder
Is this the role you sought as wife?
A burden on your fragile shoulders

Until the moment of departure
The end of the pathetic joke
In sickness and in health
Please leave me be
And bury me in smoke

Cold smoke
Redeemabilty
Matter-motion-force chanted softly by ol' spencer
Has very little chance to hold back young Ron's
cancer
Today has entire ward celebrated his year seven
with forced smiles and hysterical jabberin 'bout
heaven
'You are now a man, surely you must see'
Well, that's the most a man that he'll ever live
to be

Show me a thesis that contradics my suffering
Allow my anguished mind a rest
The nature of our state of being - an epitaph at
best

Tell the Shudra of incarnation
Sell Eden to a Catholic nation
Leave not a stone unturned
Every soul will have its turn
This month only - the grandeur of creation
Fifty percent off your graceful redemption

When life's but a prelude of waht is yet to come
the pars equal nothing, and so does their sum

Show me a thesis that contradicts my suffering
Allow my anguished mind a rest
The nature of our state of being - an epitaph at
best

No effort required, all comes as it goes
Absolved by the gold of the sunset and the red
of the rose