The song-bird sings in the silence of morn, as the new days love has come to be born. Sleep hides the beauty and magic of dawn. The shadows will fade when the scarlet is gone. Rejoice in the day

We are lost in a world where only the blind can see, where meaning is a plague of duty. We must not proceed, or be caught by hate, nor turn to suckle on the breast of fate, lest the pain of hate grows in our eyes and draws tears, glittering prisms upon our face, and … Continue reading Gawd

It’s a long way home, when your home is a dream, and there seem to be no colors to the future. The rain falls around you, as the sun passes behind the moon and the clouds shift their shape into birds and bunnies. All we have in life is love, our soul and memory. There … Continue reading Prologue

I have done things that I regret. Not done things, which I regret as well. What if we escaped from Plato’s allegory? If bonds dissolved and we came to know that the shapes on the wall had no substance. What if we became exposed to the real sun? We get a thousand months or so, … Continue reading What If

ink spots and songs of dots and very long-lived tones I’m no musician, just a scribbler, but could you sing me another song anyhow let us have a circus seed a pick me up isn't it funny how we all prefer something different or the same? A day of corduroy lace, misty-real streetlight rain on … Continue reading Ink Spots