Obsidian Dream Suite Opus #12 (Not Where You Are Looking)

i’m not where you are looking

the simplest disguise fools even the seasoned eyes

it is within the crystalline chamber of the darkest night

not in this dimension or in this slice of time

i’m not where you are looking

because you are still looking for me

turn out the light

i want to be inside your shadow

because love is never simple

behind you

a sensation dances inside the moment of a dream

in a sepia toned dream we ebbed and flowed

a moonlight engagement

beside you

we fall down as the ground reaches up to greet us

a quest for all the desires in the kingdom of your nighttime begins

with the wolf standing in the doorway of time

i’m not where you are looking

the simplest disguise fools even the seasoned eyes

it is within the crystalline chamber of the darkest night

not in this dimension or in this slice of time

i’m not where you are looking

because you are still looking for me

these eyes go on seeing

sitting there in the visitors parking of your love

the marrow of my existence pours out

between you

i’m not where you are looking

because you are still looking for me

a mirror held up to my heart

after all the sorrow runs down my cheek

the drums sound echoing through the canyons of regret

inside you

is where i’m looking for me

in the crystalline chamber of your heart

not where you are looking

Quarantine: Do Not Enter. This Species Dangerous to All Life Forms.

feed on dust

pray on rust

dying on the vine we suck the teat of plenty and never feel satisfied

feed on dust

pray on rust

dying on the vine we drink the nectar of knowledge and never learn

feed on dust

pray on rust

living in the sewer of vanity we crave the infinite and never taste the moment

feed on dust

pray on rust

living in the shallow end of freedom afraid to free ourselves from the ignorance our own simple pool

fed on dust

prayed to rust

spinning eternally on an isolated rock unaware of the warning signs posted for all intelligent life to see 

Watching My Words Sail the Seas of Chaos and Temptation and Dreaming of the Madness in the Method of Love Unbound

sometimes i write and write

on and on

not making much sense

only so i can watch the words disappear when i delete them

my words

being swallowed by the vacuum of time

my passion

being drawn into the void before it can bloom

my voice

swept away in a avalanche of insignificance

if only you could hear my whisper

how it fills the valley of solitude with a thunder that would make you shiver  

but

my breath is wasted

over spilled wine and decaying time

no hello could bring it back

no goodbye could remove the pain

this ache i have for the warmth of the sun

and the taste of your smile on my lips

and sometimes i write and write

on and on

making sense only to the voices in my head

so i can type them and make you wonder

if

my words

touching forbidden places in the darkness of another time

my passion

exploding in the depth of you soul

my voice

delivering the message of a dream

and i wonder if i should watch these disappear

before you can see me

standing in the corner of temptation-

the event horizon of disaster

or the moment of memory sealed in the vacuum of your mind