between sleep and awake...

there is a rumor of a man...
of a myth or a legend and man so great that he can create and destroy and he holds our fate in his hands. a leader who can discern and is uncorruptable and man who is from where i am from but not of what i am. he a great man and he is who i am waiting to follow. he is strong and wise compassionate but discplined. he is decisive and always right but he is not perfect. he is above reproach and better then all of us combined. he can call the winds because he knows why they blow. he can calm the waves because he knows what makes them restless. He brought light to the depths because he wanted the depths to know he cares. He spoke to the restless souls and gave them rest. He is the one i wait for. he is coming and i can hear him calling.

The nemesis awaits....
there is a thing that lurks and I see his shadow from the corner of my eye. he is sitting in the corner with the horrors of this world waiting for the fight to begin. dont take notice even if you see them that only brings their attention upon your head. they wrek disaster and ill thoughts in those who listen. they cloud the ether with their stench and rob the innocent of their breath. they walk in the place between fear and insanity along the corridors between darkness and grey...they are those who cannot rest and those who will not die they are those who bring nightmares and frost...they are the ones who have always been here and long to be somewhere else as well...they will fight one day but they will not fight without reason...

its nice to sit between sanity and sleeplessness

are you a dreamer...

I am the dreamer who never was
the only one to ever create a thought beyond my grasp
the one who does not belong and never will
I am the dreamer
can you hear them weeping
they are still alive
each one holding the blueprint of the whole
can you ever comprehend what its like
all your dreams broken
all my aspirations and exaltations crushed by the erosion of reality
how brutal and a painful it is to be the dreamer
without anything else to dream
the dreamer with no children to nurture
all I have is the shore i created and the ocean that feeds on it
my own little infinity ending a grain at a time

What's that sound...

Can you hear that sound
the whisper weeping coming from the shore
its the sound of broken dreams
dashed on the cliffs of reality

can you feel them when you walk on the sand
the millions of dreams that have been ground to dust
can you soak all the imagination up that you never had
can you hear them all weeping in unison

The harder you hold them the more they slip away
its because they are not yours to realize
they will never be more then food for the sea
they are not yours their mine you see