Evergreen

it was of the turmoil of the grass
that set loosely on high ends
reeling and unreeling wayward
the movement of unending records

of nights and lights so strong
no one was capable of seeing them
and it was through the progression
that regression of forward
was slowly turned around

with the reeling of the thread
unending pending
with the unreeling of the thread
unending visions
with the reeling of the thread
unending thoughts
with the unreeling of the thread
unending life

Maps

it was her sadness that made her beautiful.
a beautiful multicoloured bud that never bloomed in spring.
her eyes told tales of the sea, her hair the scalded blackness.
in her ears music would ring, bells playing of disorder.
often among the cooling breezes, hard stones were conformed,
twisted and hardened from her sorrow.
and it formed wilderness and was desolate.
wind often takes its place in the plains of sand,
where the sand will whistle and sing
and tell of the sad song that had once ruled over them,
that of loneliness the cypress sings.

Blue

i drag on blue
blue for the autumn
blue for the sunset
blue for the day

blue, blue
it drags along
concrete caved in cement
sidewalks of untouched ugliness
roads of blackened stones

and blue continues
blue in the morning
blue for the warning
blue for the running
blue, blue
mystified, intensified

blue for the evening
blue for the moon
blue for the stars
blue for the sky
blue for the clouds
blue for the hills
blue for the grass
blue for the signs
blue for the storm
blue for the wind

blue, blue
i drag on blue
blue drags me along
along, along loneliness
vast distant lands
no one has ever seen

blue for the vastness
blue for the ugliness
blue for the whole world

i single out a point in the sky
and name it blue

Them

there is a drop
waiting for us
where victims would feel
like they are falling
down, in this way

and soon enough
there is the mass production
of hallucinating historians
among the rubble and gas chambers

now we're looking down at the wreckage
and wish it was wasted on us
but never really knew why
or how it actually felt
to be one of them

The Unreal

my heart is heavy
my mind; wild
and i feel like ive been
carried away

but i dont drift away
but float in doubt
torn and hurt by what you feel
that feeling thats never real

time and time again
when my body feels too weary
i settle back to floating
aimlessly among landscapes
that never ever existed

because in such a place
only you could exist