Such

Such cranial dimensions of unbridled carnage, my mind the victim of an incurable disease,
manic depression is putting lightly - This is my cross to bare.
I put my friends through hell - and believe they can trust me, I care for thier opinions.
I am ravaged by fear.

I am the madness,
I am the lunacy,
I am the troubled,
I am too much for my bones.

They ask me to end the madness, but I am afraid and feel I must finish the work.

Be still you who are the ghost in me,
few know the true genius that suffers indignity.

The mania gone now my mind dives into hell.
Released from the heavens - God, task-master that he is.

No feet have I to stand upon the earth,

I am exausted,
I am to crash.

Pain waits for me, another battle which I will win.

Th Dead Sea 2011

The Poet

No finer dedication than that of the wordsmith,
The poet,
the wit,
the muse.

Of endless complection,
drifting beautiful thoughts of forever,
drifting love and open hearts,

Words are my wine.

Paris 1788

The Beautiful People

As we wander with undeniable gifts of genius,
the vast seas of thought are ours to hold.
Spectrum of emotion beyond comprehension is ours,
to love and to hate.
The ability to see things as they are, to truly know of the existance of realms beyond our comprehension,
to taste them,
and somtimes see them.

To walk without fear,
to be gracefull,
to be inspired,
to get there,and to leave.

I am enjoying all of my experiences,I am loving life,

These people are incredible, you have to meet them.
They are the reasurance,
Good people.

They talk of love and experience,
time and beauty.
They are the marrow of life.
live long my friends,
be rich in your hearts,
be filled with joy.

Athens 1322

The riders in Moon

So fell through the valley in black,
so fell the riders in moon,
we called out to the seas,
we prayed on bended knees.

My days are all lost,
my nights have been burned down,
I searched the fields,
I broke down the door.

I held on to my mind,
I let everything go.

Oxford 1900

What Lunacy

Such Insanity reigns,
oh colided souls,
for the infiinite I pray,
we can find no reason here beneath the lucid oblivion of dillusion.
We take our time,
we understand idiots, and allow them the luxury of breath.
How lucky they are.
they know not the thoughts that locate a finite solution.
these fucking fools,
how can we reason with stupidity.
How can we allow this continuem?
should we?
or should we burn down the mirage of dead beasts in the night.

Vienna 1455

Sweet fate befall me

Sweet fate befall me,
lead me a merry dance.
Find me brave,
find me free.
For I have breached the hollow walls,
and have found a way through.

I have escaped the prison of love,
and left you all behind.
I have left myself dead,
under torn skies.

Flesh cannot contain my spirit,
bones cannot cage my soul.
I have left to be alone,
to the other side,
where calculous and reason cannot reach me.
Where the fields know no count,
no colour, no definition.
Formless.

These are the hopes I have seen in my dreams.
These are the prayers awaiting an answer.

New Orleans 1911