Intro: One’s dreams…
Waking up most most mornings singing the blues…
Wondering how much one can lose…
And how much has been lost…
How little moments of time release these discouraging thoughts…
Thoughts claiming love is impossible to maintain…
Between me and all other beings…
Emanations…
My emotional tendacies sever me from what’s real…
My own reality is really a dream…
Believing she feels the same way for me…
When in reality she fears me…
My verbs speak love…
But my words speak far too much…
Words of love not meant to be shared with anyone…
I try to find a reason for why people react with almost disgust…
As if my words only mean lust…
They refuse to see the pure love behind the words I speak…
Trying to interpret my dreams in some revolting way…
But who am I to complain…?
The way I see and speak is shared only with me…
The dreams of this one in love shall stay…
As dreams…
For once they become real…
All begin to fear…
Fear me…
Forever Dream…
Intro: I’ve always found the concepts of tachyons fascinating.
Although I don’t have a physics background, nor the know-how to comprehend the complex theories that give birth to this idea, I can’t help but wonder…
I can’t help but dream…
I can’t help but try to perceive just what the tachyon could mean…
From matter…
Energy secedes…
Flows freely…
Towards signs of lost and found times…
But we are no longer among the dichotomies…
The truth falsities…
The war filled, pessimistic polities…
Knowledge has progressed…
From past to present…
Peace persists…
For the minds of all wish in unison…
Ever present…
A wish…
To see past prologues and pass…
If only to learn from our shared paths…
Time is ours…
We can…
Respect all paths people take in life while also never being too sure about the path you’re taking…
How can I compose a song that captures how amazing you are…?
I have no Divine Grace…
Only a face that expressess what can’t be explained by mere words…
I wonder on the worth of words that birth perturbed thoughts in my heart…
Unable to express love through my own chosen art…
What’s a writer to do???
Write…
Write…
Write…
Channel all my life force through each script-stroke…
Ink linked back to my heart source mind…
My hoarse voice hides my soul’s soft cries…
Knowing my life is on borrowed time…
Hence each rhythmic line clines towards your eyes…
Write…
Write…
Write…
My life shall fade as fate will levy one last tax..
Must pay for my past misdeeds….
I accept…
For beyond these lights lies my final resting place…
Finally I will rest…
Finally…
Knowing I’ve written it all…
Laid bare my heart…
Through my chosen art…
Chose to show you my love…
Write…
Write…
Write…
All I ask is for one last gaze…
As my strength fades…
Inspire my pen to scribe one last phrase…
One last phrase…
Love…
Write…
Write…
Write…
Sleep…
Sleep…
Silent Scholar 