Devil Inside

when the wilder walks in the forests of green
the transient color to the sights i've seen
in truth, the devil beware
to the shadows that mix with the light in the air
in these sights, in these sounds
i seek my fortunes, in the world outside these beliefs
and as i walk, in the chaos of these dreams
the wildest moments in me, wakes to the unrest, which gleams
by the chorus of song
sounds, seeking a place, amid the trees, where my soul belongs
i raise my head up on high
to grow, to know, to flow
in the rhyme eternal, the hum on the horizon still
for a moment, all connects and shines
then in a flicker, seems to burn right out
to fade, as the day reaches its end
i move through these thoughts, this dream of our days
in a moment, long past today, as tomorrow is the glory of unknowns
that my mind yearns to know, and so i continue to float
to glide, high up on high in the tree tops of my mind
on this very night, as light is turned away
and i, seeking such fortune, as fortune is to be found
in the wildest of colors, that swim in the air all around
as i let go, feel the flow, I close my eyes, and I do know
that i will see tomorrow yet in me
before the day has gone from the world i see
for in this life, is in this flight
i shall be found, in the shadow's arm that are outstretched
on the ground below, in the wildest forests, scattered in dream
all comes together, in the devilish thoughts in me

In Waters Loss

Down by the water fell
the dreams of fear
the dreams of loss
i lose myself in dreams like this
the nightmares, the sweats
in childhood's breast
engulfed in a moment that swirls and swells
swimming around, In the water drown
Down, down, down you go
deep inside the waves, in the water's well
shedding, in the tears of losing my brother
my finger slip on the water's lip
drip drip, the sounds do pound
in my head, as the waters surround
i watch on, as the weight of death is pulling you down
down to the bottomless bed to sleep and sleep
on and on, down by the waters grip
as dreams do drift into another day
when this memory is washed away
by the colors, the stains, of the blood
from my finger tips, rip
searching, to find reason, where no reason is found
in the death by the waters edge
the knife that cuts, and slips from the ledge
high on the counter top, cutting
cutting, slicing you down the middle
the center, while the waters run, the blood is done
drained from your body, the waters remember
the color of today, as the truth of the dream
is swept away, in the tides and the highs
of another day gone by
all does remain here still, in these dreams
by the dam in the picnic of my screams
that silence always tortures, in the quiet of our dreams
though the sounds still haunts me now
even as i turn the page of another year
still now, i see myself, as i was then, lost in the waters of a dream
the loss of my brother, from the world wanting to be
i know, somewhere, my brother still is missing
when once, he lived deep inside of me