Sublimation

The poet through his eyes sees the beauty of the rose, such charms are his words to invoke and to compose.
The musician through his ears hears the celestial harmony, yearning for the eternal utopian melody.
The clown through his wit sees the worlds delusion. telling jokes of sweet absurdity to mirror it's confusion.
The magician through his spell casts a glamorous enchantment, raising lead to gold with sacred exactement.
The sceptic through his doubt kills all gods and superstition, but ever suspecting his ultimate contrition.
The believer through his faith is redeemed and absolved of sin, but perhaps to forever envy the merriment of the inn.
The child through his naivety and innocent mind, perceives of reality pure without cynical blinds.
The lover through his love transcends all time and space, seeking bliss in the other and the splendour of her face.
The man through his strength beholds all and is secure, jovial and patient with grand candour.

The Pilgrim

All life is vampiric,
And i embrace it's reward
Storms the ocean within,
My bloods tide, seeks it's accord.

And still, in contemplation
But yet in deep allure
To all natures garden
The exotic sacre fluer

My solace is contained,
All art, music and dream
The dance of the stars within
The immortal refrain

The glory concealed
In esoteric bliss
We one and all laugh, weep and love
Suffer life and it's bitter sweet kiss

The Isomorphic

To rearrange the stars, to form patterns
To seek meaning from a shout in the street,
A sign in a doorway an augury,
Two strangers ever fated to meet.

Reality rapturous in isomorphic
displays of hidden design
An epiphany in a random word
The ultimate truth to divine

All is in potential, undiscovered, untrodden
And measurement relatively read
All that has been returns ad infinitum
Past, present, history forever bled

To convey and to know
the sacred, the geometric
Angels speaking in tongues
The ultimate aesthetic.

Ok Smokey

The gang of chimneys smoked,
They puffed, they gasped, they wheezed.
And whenever a fire was lit,
One of them always sneezed.

The Woe Of Gerald

Gerald the forlorn Snail,
Was always spinning rather fishy tales
Of his daring deeds at the Olympics of yore
How he would run and jump and how he would score.

His friends all thought he was sad,
To tell such lies, he must be mad
But Gerald knew better
He was a boxer and a sprinter
And not just a little snails dad.

So one day he decided, he would prove his worth so confided,
in his best friend Bobby the Slug
"I'm a proud snail not a liar, and those others so dire,
Shall cease to be ever so smug.
I will run, i will fight.
And i will take great delight,
In proving my worth to the crowd"

So he took his position,
Desiring praise and contrition
To fight the good snails fight
His shell was all steady,
And his antenna was ready
But then he got a shock and a fright.

A man giant stepped near
And to Gerald it was clear,
That this giant was in a hurry
So our snail tried to move.
but his shell was in a groove
And he really started to worry.

He tried and he tried,
but alas to no avail
He just could not move from where he was at.
So it all was in vain,
When all of a sudden it came,
The sound of a crunch and a splat...

The All

All that you are,
All you will ever, could ever be,
All that you love,
All that you hate,
Every dream you have,
Every tear you shed,
Every moment of fear,
Every triumph,
All of your potential,
All of your desire,
All of your regret,
All your hope,

All of these will surrender to time, but will be reflected in eternity.

Appearance, Reality and Theory