An unknown threat. . . . .an unknown enemy, an unknown unsettlement in scores. . . . . .driven by arrogance. . . . . .an anathema. . . . .figured emotions that figured like the receding sea. . . . .sucked into a sink. . . .. . . . . this isolation. . . .. . . .i withstood an age of desolation till i was no more. . . . . .
i must withstand. . . . . . . . .i must tell you i love you. . . . . . .then in the reams i fill my heart. . . . . .yours is a journey. . . .. .. a journey into the unknown. . . . . . .my unknown black heart. . . .. . that must be crossed undivided. . .. . . . fear is the scull. . . . .. . the boat is the word. . . . . . .the water is black like the ashen beak of a crow. . .. .there is no trace of a ray. . . . . . . . in the depths flows a current against your heading. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . wonder if I make it across. .. . . .. . because the night burns the planks till they groan and twist. . . . .. . . the sea of blackness unfolds a tale of lost and waylaid voyagers. . . . . . . . .i challenge my Karma. . . . . . . .it is not a sudden wrench of the will. . . . . . . it is a slow grind that polishes with the time that passes..
I fade. . . . . .
fade away. . . . . . .into the leaden blackness. . . . . . .charting my course. . . . . . .with the lone light of my heart. . . . . . . . .the flow is too fast to think. . . . . . .. . I just let the heart respond to the impulses and I break free. . . . . .into the openness. . . . . . which is as dead as the the deadness of a black hole. . . . . . .I'm too absorbed by it. . . .. . . . to be recognized by myself. . . . . . . . . I hear some light calling out to me in the distance and I stop to beacon. . . . . . .Just a pause. . . . . then the whole ocean. . . .as if churns, taking me in. . . . . . . .tooo much to absorb. . . . .can't be fathomed as far as the leaps of your thinking. . .. . . . I seem to care. . .. . . beginning to act on it till the answers are given. . . . . . .I begin the dive to the centre. . .. . AAh
The scar. . . . . . . of time remains. . . . . .brushed by the hands of time. . . .. . . .to float in an ebbing tide. . .. . . .the destiny remains. . . . . . .. Eyes close and blackness closes in. . . .. . .. .Pain of separation rising. . . . . . . like heating mercury. . . . .wonder in lone ness what the truth holds. . . . .can I meet it or shall it chase me indefinitely. . . . . . . .I wish love in your heart for me. . . . .. . is it asking out of the way. or just plain spontaneity . . .. .. . . who knows, only God knows the pieces of this riddle. . . . . . .I can smell the answers but who's sure what the passing time holds.
Water this plant of All Omniscient Eternal Love
and nothing will be barred . . . . . . .I love you
so wait for my arrival
i must withstand. . . . . . . . .i must tell you i love you. . . . . . .then in the reams i fill my heart. . . . . .yours is a journey. . . .. .. a journey into the unknown. . . . . . .my unknown black heart. . . .. . that must be crossed undivided. . .. . . . fear is the scull. . . . .. . the boat is the word. . . . . . .the water is black like the ashen beak of a crow. . .. .there is no trace of a ray. . . . . . . . in the depths flows a current against your heading. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . wonder if I make it across. .. . . .. . because the night burns the planks till they groan and twist. . . . .. . . the sea of blackness unfolds a tale of lost and waylaid voyagers. . . . . . . . .i challenge my Karma. . . . . . . .it is not a sudden wrench of the will. . . . . . . it is a slow grind that polishes with the time that passes..
I fade. . . . . .
fade away. . . . . . .into the leaden blackness. . . . . . .charting my course. . . . . . .with the lone light of my heart. . . . . . . . .the flow is too fast to think. . . . . . .. . I just let the heart respond to the impulses and I break free. . . . . .into the openness. . . . . . which is as dead as the the deadness of a black hole. . . . . . .I'm too absorbed by it. . . .. . . . to be recognized by myself. . . . . . . . . I hear some light calling out to me in the distance and I stop to beacon. . . . . . .Just a pause. . . . . then the whole ocean. . . .as if churns, taking me in. . . . . . . .tooo much to absorb. . . . .can't be fathomed as far as the leaps of your thinking. . .. . . . I seem to care. . .. . . beginning to act on it till the answers are given. . . . . . .I begin the dive to the centre. . .. . AAh
The scar. . . . . . . of time remains. . . . . .brushed by the hands of time. . . .. . . .to float in an ebbing tide. . .. . . .the destiny remains. . . . . . .. Eyes close and blackness closes in. . . .. . .. .Pain of separation rising. . . . . . . like heating mercury. . . . .wonder in lone ness what the truth holds. . . . .can I meet it or shall it chase me indefinitely. . . . . . . .I wish love in your heart for me. . . . .. . is it asking out of the way. or just plain spontaneity . . .. .. . . who knows, only God knows the pieces of this riddle. . . . . . .I can smell the answers but who's sure what the passing time holds.
Water this plant of All Omniscient Eternal Love
and nothing will be barred . . . . . . .I love you
so wait for my arrival
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