Maya

The forces rise

And the demons hide

As I fight to let go.

Serpents inside

Leave me no choice

Encumber my ego. 

Need more time

To visualize 

The beauty inside, 

To quit or let go... 

Of greater feelings inside. 

To Name

A rose withered languidly

I searched for her curiousity

In my rain weathered pants

A nightingale calls me

To realms unbeknownst to me

And I answer in my simplicity

That I don't want to let go

But far away will I go

Away from languid poesy

To look for her gold and glory

Outside my charred and dithered room

When will she be mine

And when shall I sing my melody

And stop indulging needlessly

When all my teachers are gone

Except the north star

And a lighthouse burning bright. 

This story was told to me

In a jingle jangle rhyme

Someone else always calls me

And the serpent raises his head high. 

Mediocrity fools me

A co-dependence in mirth

Searching for answers in trust

And birdsong

I believe she will be mine. 

Ashamed am I of too many words

With too little meaning. 

But already the creator and the war

Fills me and goads me on

To some more. 

I don't care anymore 

For a dark and turgid melody

Self awareness calls me, 

She will go and I will be mine

In my own laboratory

Where forceful waves break

Against my skull

And there's no more thrust inside. 

Music, oh glorious music

You stare back with so much forceful pride

You are anybody's that seeks you out

And stares back bright.

In my eyes she shines

But little does she know her own meaning

Trapped in my ambitions bright.

Together we encompass the world 

And beat out sadness

But comfort seeks me

And I keep it in

For without sorrow love would be a sin. 

Enough foolish pride

I need to raise my head high

Everybody is going there

And I attract insults inside. 

The serpent, the hood, the shining star

And all that between

The universes are

In love I trust and not finality

My North Star goads me on endlessly. 

A hunger, a thirst and some skills

Are all that are needed for children to learn

What is hidden inside 

Music, melody and the makers mark

And self cajoling divinity. 

Sing it with me, 

May the light never leave me

And my glorious pride

To find a permanent mate

And answers inside

For those that seek beauty in every form and shape

And compensate none whatsoever

With intuitions inside,

This song is sung. 

For shame this world still slows down

But He rocks me on gently

Towards caffeinated delight.

I will never commit the same mistake twice.