Birthed by Nature
April 30, 2007

I was birthed by nature.
My mother was the earth,
She cradled me to her green-clad bosom;
My father was a mighty oak,
He caught me up in his weathered arms.
The sky was my captain,
Instructing me with sweet winds to sing and fly;
The rain is my lover,
Touching me with gentle fingers until the day I should die. 

I was raised by the wilds.
I was carried by the wheel,
The wheel of the four elements;
I was fed by fires and waters, 
Leaving behind old ashes.
I was covered in sweet wishes and winds,
Wishes from the earth and winds in the sky;
The rain found me,
Washing away toil and loving me until I should die.

Rain, of all nature,
Is the sweetest in my eyes.
Rain loves me always,
Falling from my skies.  



Wishful Warring
March 6, 2007

Wish me peaceful dreaming, free from turmoil. Wish that beneath my skin, molten shadow does not boil. Wish for serenity, for all the angels, and a world at war.

Wish me a true answer, free from despair.  Wish that within my soul, fiery judgement does not glare.  Wish for serenity, for all the children, and a world of war.

Wish me happy endings, free from regret.  Wish that behind my eyes, rampant chaos holds no threat.  Wish for serenity, for all the sinners, and a world in war.  


Revolution Circle
April 30, 2007

Set me free, my inner nature
Release me, my untamed creature
Deep inside, hidden from the world
Rebel soul, my wildest feature

Hiding from all of you, deep inside
The spawn of the fullest moon will reside
Until rebel days and rebel souls are free
All beasts, released, will sing with me

Come with me, elements of nature
Release the sea, and untamed creatures
Deep inside, hidden from the world
Are rebel souls, the wildest of creatures

Hiding from all of you, in plain sight
The children of the Earth and dancers of the night
In the rebel days these rebel souls will be free
All beasts, released, will at last sing with me  


Such a Stunning Fool
May 2, 2007

Such a stunning fool
Sitting there with your ideals
And your antiquated arguments
Gullible and guileless
You put us all to shame
Oh, such a stunning fool
Such a stunning fool

Such a lovely rebel
Sitting there with all your plans
And your courageous calamity
Innocent and sincere
You put us all to shame
Oh, such a lovely rebel..
Such a stunning fool

Such a gracious devil
Sitting there with your dark schemes
And your fabulous misadventures
Angelic and charming
You put us all to shame
Oh, such a gracious devil
Such a stunning fool

Such a stunning fool
Such a lovely rebel
Such a gracious devil
In this beautiful world
And dreaming dreams
It shames us to know
That we are all such stunning fools, my dear.

You put us all to shame
Puting on your brave face
Taking on this beautiful,
Horrible world  


On Trial
May 10, 2007

My soul's on fire
And my body has chills
I'm lost in dreams that transpire
I'm only living for thrills

I'm burning in transgressions
Smoking, about to break
I'm scalded by confessions
Burn me at the charred stake
So I can visit my home
Let's have the Great Fire of Rome

My mind's trapped now
And my spirit is gone
I'm bound, and no matter how
I'm only dead until dawn

I'm tied down by fantasies
Writhing in the monsoon
I'm burdened by my disease
Bind me to the full moon
So I can devour its essence
Let's forget all the past-tense


I'm drowning in this present
Choking, about to fade
I'm raining down from Heaven
Drown me for the things I've made
So I can drown out the sun
Let's atone for everyone 



Burning My Fable
March 17, 2007

For the moon gazing down from the sky
For the glass resting there half-empty
For the light dimming the shadows nigh
For the need burning deep within me

From the peak soaring high above us
From the sea singing sweet in our ears
From the clouds dancing and so guileless
From the wall holding back our worst fears

For water, earth, wind, and fire
From the universe of my dark desire
I live a song of euphoric ire and raging bliss

For all that around us lies
From the lantern's spark that sputters and dies
I keep a past of bloodcurdling cries and silent bliss

From the wyrmm counting out its bright gains
From the boy melting his golden wings
From the thorn giving a lion pains
From the sound ringing when Echo sings

For the hand knocking at a heart's door
For the clay falling from the table
For the soul treading the darkened moor
For the loss stealing my last fable

For water, earth, wind, and fire
From the universe of my dark desire
I live a song of euphoric ire and raging bliss

For all that around us lies
From the lantern's spark that sputters and dies
I keep a past of bloodcurdling cries and silent bliss

For words that I want to hear
From memories that linger to appear
I bear a torch through hurricanes' clear and haunting bliss