there are five petals left on the flower
we spoke of great change. we fellowshipped. we drank.
there are four petals left on the flower
we shall pursue this course at full throttle.
there will be three petals left on the flower

there are five petals left on the flower
we spoke of great change. we fellowshipped. we drank.
there are four petals left on the flower
we shall pursue this course at full throttle.
there will be three petals left on the flower

a fairy fluttered through an open window and said
"you have made the right choice. you will be happy."
words were hard to find, and medium for speak was absent
but truth in knowing reality bears sanity and peace of mind

the mount before me is of no discomfort
for the symbol of wisdom guides me steadily
footpaths of love entice me upwards
and the fall below is of no concern to me

illness has entrapped me yet again this day
i cannot seem to escape its tight grasp
i call to providence to seek the root of my pain
but i find no reprieve, no solution

the revolution is here. it is upon us
it will divide, but not conquer
it will bring in the masses
it will weed out the chokers
all this, with humility at the helm
and of course providence, who is

i miss you.
i miss your smile.
i miss your laughs.
i miss your tender heart.
i miss your lips.
i miss your arms.
i miss your hands wrapped around mine.
in a distant land, it was possible
but here, we shall perish, for no life exists
we can only grasp what is giv'n us
whether it be by providence or darkness.

you smile at me with that cutting grin
you do not mean what your face emotes
the fires of hell burn within your very eyes
and pure hatred spills forth from your nostrils
smile at me, little one, smile at me again
for i have come to know that look;
and i shall not be cut down by your ill will

he that communicates hellish fires
is closer to hades than he who is lost

there are those who are too ignorant
in life, to see that others care about them
my heart is not pained over this,
as their drama is most disenchanting
just do not expect me to turn my head
and pretend that there is no problem
damn you, spirit of ignorance and
you who are of such petty hate

i have been climbing up this hill for some time now
the path gets smaller and smaller, and it fades into the ground
i do not know why i still pursue this worn road,
but i shant turn my head back, as there is nothing to see
onward, onward toward what is unknown, unknowable?
i fear a battle is ahead, though, and my sword is drawn

emotion mixes in a large urn
i shout into the pot and wait for the echo
nothing happens, but nothing is lost
why does my body persist on having its way
the mind can reason, but cannot console
and i find myself stuck in the fight

tear back the slit in the envelope
and you reveal a soft spoken moon in the sky
its glow is peace, and its stature strength
but it is only a glimpse, an inspiration of an instance
the morning glory will steal it all away
and wash away the clues to its existence
so heed fast its lighted ways
and pursue its shine, its luster for the sake of life

you have manifested your presence in my life
for that I am ever grateful and that I cherish
time might be scarce, or maybe it will linger
but fate seals our commonality, our connect
in my heart i shall not so easily part
but the essence of logic now dominates my being
some things can be reasoned out of existence
but i assure you, no science can erase this
this 'end' is only the beginning, a step anew
and there is a road ahead, to calm your rising fear
bless you, for your beauty, your care, your compassion
and may peace continually descend upon you

i have briefly come down from the mountaintop
for how long i do not know
the perspective down here is bleak, but true
and the glimmer from atop the mount calls to me