the beast of reveal

do not want to face these inner workings thought to have previously been destroyed
disillusion is a friend indeed

for truth comforts me
though i am past the morning

the moon is still in my head

a moonlit day i can see
as a fog as it wanes away
blood is pouring forth from me
am i purged to be an object for others gain
why do i pursue you here now
i need the tomorrow to feel me in it's dream
to be full indeed

to be satisfied
i know all eludes me here in the absence of purified faith
burn me to the tone of my core
i pray

to dissolve the scorn of the shame that He never put on me
that i should teach a story
that leads me to the edge of this divine madness

i can see it

i can feel it

when i leap

i float

why always why and how to show us
who we are
i am

am i

are you

you are

the beloved illusion crumbles

like a frozen flower turned to ash

impossible to clasp

impossible to believe

without my flesh to decieve

do you even exist

and if you did

would you want to see
experience me
help the thoughts manifest

characters on the tangible stage
to bless the age

share that we are we
and see

the others

are here in our souls
we are not from this world

descendant of the King
traveled here on a vibrating high A light beam
to scream

WAKE UP

but still

i need
i hate to need
i hate everything
i love
i love everything
i hate

you respond to me not

visceral enough to know
worth is not a concept i can afford
for all the sound in my throat could never convince you of my love loyal

i can not bear it alone

i have loved on my own

a number that stands
solemn

surrounded

you know- the idea- of this crowded room

so i seethe into the mouth of the seeker

do you really want to see

see what you create
you long not for truth but justification
scientists kill their hypothesis with the pathos of the predetermined idea

i deny the truth

for to release my twisted lover Pain

is too much to bare
but still

i run

and i run on

into a sunset blue

without you
born a single we die alone

without flesh

without bone

the Kingdom is in me
and it is weeping

for you always weeping

weeping

for you

never is my pleasure pure

at least not for long
death is to try to grasp a moment forever a glimmer

desire in a net for tinkerbells

let it go to embrace the One who has loved from the beginning of the scattered color tone

in His warm fuzzy peach cobbler shoes

leading to ion electron shiver

comforting revelation

visual stimulation

underneath the wind leave tree into me

the knight always rides with the headless samurai

the water in the stone