Ancient To feel the embrace of the Chill windssomething ancient in me stirscrawls its' way through the darknessand yearns for its freedomThe norseman whisper on the snowy gustsThe sword of my fathers glisten in the dewLo there do I see my bloodline back to its beginningThey bid me take your place young warriorI wrap the skin ever tighter around my chilled formI trudge the depths the blackening stormthough I do not know my destinationI know I will never falter …never waiverI shall not commit treason against this bloodI will wear it like a badge of honorHonor, duty and courage will be my weaponsthey will not chip they
Cruel Wounding Believing the idea Is greater than it isConceptual life once pure now stainedBelieve me when I cryI have nothing left.The fight leaves me weakBitterness in the answersof the truth I now seekI have nothing left.All I feel is this cruel woundingI've stood before His presenceIn the journeys of my mindBelieve me when I cry I have nothing left.The fight leaves me weakBitterness in the answersof the truth I now seekI have nothing left.All I feel is this cruel woundingLost sheep beneath the steepleworshipping the lie they've adorned Believe me when I cryI have nothing left.The fight leaves me weakBittern
Artist Palette Blinded by visions I can't explainI walk through the streets a lonely silhouetteI enjoy the heart pounding sounds of summer rainas I find lost souls to comfort me in my madnessMy paintings give light to spring morningsand warmth to the winter chillmy palette summon the blind to seethe brush strokes glorify lifefor in the shadows of oils what joy is foundenter my world and share my joyunderstand all and know nothingfind yourself there and free your soulthis world is not art but merely ruble in my eyesI despise the tower that replaces the treebut I so love the seedlingsoutstretched in splendor granderembracing th
Distant Thunder Naked in my innocence I lie awake and wonderA spirit long dead arisesin the distance...only thunderVisions encircle my thoughtsAngels and Demons duelA child weeps silentlyhow unthoughtful how cruelA passing angel becons mefollow the light my childDemons rip at my fleshinsanity so wildI lie awake in my sweatin the distance only thunderchanting natives dance aboutI lie awake and wonder
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