Once again i have arrived
Within my past that i survived
Standing young
Facing the son.
Void of fear
My conscience clear

Entering the world which i dreamt of so long ago
Watching clouds coalesce turning air into snow

I remember a place where i slept
I remember a moment that i wept

Its like time cannot pass
When I become the teacher of physics class. I keep forgetting precisely when i am
Then i look down upon my flowered stem.

Remembering each prick of the bloodied thorns
Reminds me of my blood soaked holy horns.

Is this seat taken?

How about sliding one seat to your left?
Would it change if to the right was the direction that you went?
How can we know the best choice was taken?
How can we believe when our spirit wont awaken?
What's left but to decide our fate?
Hold tight this opportunity to thoroughly debate.
Each passing trend and moment in time. Forgotten and worried about like buried land mines.
What comes next? Everyone is asking.
The necessary action lies behind our acting.
I sit undisturbed among many uniforms at the bar.
All eyes left tuned to the potential of new stars.
I refuse to take part in the stumbling of a few.
I refuse to belong to the mumblings of a crew.
I desire change through thought and intellect.
I am covered with scars that my reality continually neglects.
My life on display for all to see.
My life given to none except the one caring to believe.

Dark stars (unedited)

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

Soft footsteps foreshadow

the journey each step brings.

Fairy tales remember

the fluttering of weary dreams.

The glittering of each moment

shines in the web we spun.

Its sparkles of excitement

for the holy moments yet to come.

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

Engulfed by the sunrise

sitting upon the Universe's sandy beach.

There lies the Conch of existence

echoing the sound of creations first speech.

It reminds me of my childish imaginations

gathering the fruit of all space and time.

All of the sweet aromas

were being swept away by realities wine.

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

Once upon a star so bright,

a wish was made long into the night.

Worded so clever and casually,

the hidden verses all did sing.

Submerged within harmonious vibrations,

the waves arrived at their calculated destinations

Selfishly appreciating the way in which they float,

is no better then building a castle with a thin and shallow moat.

Instead they gather against the tide,

natures levies teaching the laws to abide.

This wish sent through with pure intent,

understanding why is a thing to forget.

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

Sailing through the sands of minds

our ship shifted perspective.

Its attention tuned to the grains

of the harmonious directive.

So designed it can't confide

between whats called good and evil.

It learns to find what falls behind

the conscious mist of all primeval.

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

The past hasn't begun yet,

Let us waltz along the sunset.

Tripping up and down it's brights arcs.

We've got much to do before it starts.

The future holds but one regret,

while reading the tale of the present,

After turning from the points its marked,

It's not realizing the pattern of the start.

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

Slowly Burning (multimedia draft)

"Don't you remember?"

I lit a cigarette as you began to cross the street.

Both understanding your smile made me stop.
I was gladly falling for you like frozen raindrops
The air pressure grew restoring life to dying crops.

"How it all began?"

Tripping off the clouds created by my calculating subtleties...
Were vast fields of reason, reaping bountiful realities.
Allowing the aroma of all avaliable oppurtuinties.
To waft casually upon the only remaining possibility.

While we manifest new reason simply by dissolving every function.
Revolution becomes the journey revealed when placing invertible assumptions.
We'll destroy the bridges built by the normal methods of corruption.
While you sweetly whisper in my ear that our paths are at a junction.

"Or what we even wanted?"

Frozen raindrops begin falling, each a kite tethered to a thread.
Conquering the silence a deep kiss is what I said.
Our hands linking as a flush swims over your entire head.

I lit two cigarettes as we finished crossing the street.

"How could I forget?"

{T.S. Rahaman}

Know.

We all knew we were slowly dying.

While syncing with the manic moods of Myshkin's sweeping spells,
Sterope's sirens warmly whisper wisdom into the withdrawal of each story Ippolit tells.
Frozen in the heart of winter, where we gather the falling flakes of melting cells,
Lies the ardor of Death's embrace condensing to fill our wells.

We all knew we were always trying.

How quickly can we pass through the waves of falling embers?
Swiftly falling back to a time when we could still remember,
How to build castles in the sand and the snow of cold December.
All to find the riches of a treasure you'll soon ask me to surrender.

We all knew we were quietly crying.

For the sake of the naive who lack the gift of foresight.
Waves become stone hurdles they struggle with through the night.
Is the strength of the numbers enough to put up a good fight?
Or will we solemnly attend a vigil with candles ready for a flame to light?

We all knew we were foolishly applying.

Along this new path where opportunity can begin,
Rests a newborn on an altar masoned with the nostalgic stones of sin.
Unprepared for the trip only wrapped in thin skins,
Declaring its ready, fingers hanging loosely from small limbs.

We all knew we were barely lying.

Hearing the epic tales of hero's journey's sung about long ago.
Their skill found amongst the baggage they necessarily were left to tow.
Successfully my scale stays steady the Siren's skewed arching of my bow.
It's measurements marked meticulously, mapping the order of seeds to sow..

We all knew we were tired of sighing.

an edit of The Sea of Sumer's Wake

[iv,1 The Sea of Summer's Wake.]

The introduction to the compendium of siren song melodies was a flat and final note. It signaled the end of a road and an entrance onto what lied buried beneath the dirt. You could sense the impending pass and knew just how to catch it. It rose through a whistle, erratically vibrating just so a new key could be formed. Here it lies open, an exit from reason and silly rationality, into the Sea of Summer's Wake.


I know that it's coming,
I can feel it in the warmth of each calm breeze.
I know that it's coming,
I can hear it rustle through the falling amber leaves.
I know that it's coming,
I can see it's silhouette weeping just behind the willow trees.
I know thats it's coming,
I can taste the bittersweet tears with each sip of the Southern Tea.

It's almost here,
No time to pack for the journey you wouldn't be forced to take.
It's almost here,
Instead read each line while your potential decides your fate.
It's almost here,
As the moment is upon us, I'll be sure to remember our debate.
It's almost here,
Don't get overtaken by shock and begin wobbling in the wake.

Can you feel it?
The passive calm hiding in the center of the raging storms.
Can you see it?
Through the mist of perception it can come in many forms.
Can you hear it?
The voice of indecision screaming loudly although it's worn.
Can you dig it?
The grave of the past must presently be filled while the future is born.

What do we do now?
I thought your plan had called for many preparations?
What do we do now?
I thought we must train and stay focused on our salvation?
What do we now?
When no books are written about this type of manifestation?
What do we do now?
How can we build a house with only sand as a foundation?


Seemingly fading the note ran along in search of it's harmonious triplet. It was easy to get lost scrambling through the bush, chasing a partially wiped path in the dirt. Good thing your training had taught you how to track it. Through the momentary visibility a plan was slowly being formed. The horizon crept a bit closer while you were overcome by the Sea of Summer's Wake.

Stay Amused

Of it I can make no sense.
My lucid dreams melting as they start to coalesce.
Your eyes, I noticed, are always searching.
They're a constant spell and it's me they're cursing.
Have they started to wonder if it was a mistake?
Will our new connection become a subject to debate?
Is it from me that you are running and hiding?
Is that why you seem to always be sighing?
My presence, I hear, can be quite overpowering.
I thought you were resting could it be you were cowering?
I know that you care about me so much.
You took your foot off the brake and slowly pushed down the clutch.
In your smiles and eyes is all I believe.
A steady place in your world is all I ever wanted to receive.
A rushed answer will never be what I crave.
For your thorough response much time have I saved.
Now the balls placed deep in your court.
Like Ceres' rotation spinning in the asteroid belt's fort.
I'm still contemplating the words you decided to use.
I'm still hoping I'm more then a way for you to stay amused.