Ambiguity

Shrouded in opacity
clouded by instability
uncertainty has stifled me
my vision has grown vague

I search for clues beyond the ruse
but yet again I lose my view
skewed from a way to renew
this vision that grew vague

Stunted by ambiguity
and fronted with calamity
wanting visibility and clarity
can these visions be saved?

What I Am, What I Do.

Traffic lights, asphalt, and glass
I see the sights, the faults, and ask
are we all living in the past
or evolving to a higher path?

Cultured, advanced, sophisticated
as the wars dance to fear and hatred
I have been overstimulated
but will not be made an understatement

It's what I am, it's what I do

As I lament in discontent
my fate is filled with restlessness
a relentless search for relevance
where evidence holds precedence

Misery may be a muse
but it's not the avenue I choose
It is fruition I pursue
but refuse to ever let subdue

All that I am, all that I do

This destiny or so it seems
rarely ever holds to peace
I will not cease to find release
from the clutch that hinders me

Wandering in search of clues
I continue to stay on the move
I can only try to see this through
whether or not I win or lose

I am a man who will stay true.

It's what I am, It's what I do

A Late Farewell

You should not be surprised
  that my life holds no compromise
     this was not as I planned
I don't expect you to see from where I stand
  or look through my eyes
this is a late goodbye
  that I left behind
I was never good with time
  but forever in my mind
I remember what was mine
 in those shared short moments we would find

may they always treat you kind
   may they always treat me kind

Everything Changes Cover

Vagabond

Why is my mind but a planet
that circles around your sun
and these thoughts but a drop
in the vast ocean of my memory
will the needle in the haystack
ever prick the finger
of the farmers daughter?
like a dog at the feet of strangers
searching for your scent
pissing on territory
that is not his
love lost vagabond
searching for his way back home
into the hearts of the broken

while wondering. .

was it ever home?

what and where is home?

Destroy The Void

Destroy the void within my soul
it is time to let it go
before it starts to take its toll

Destroy the void within my soul
it is time to get a hold
it is time to gain control

As the body withers
the spirit grows
with self destruction
I've come to know
inside the vastness
of vapid life
beside the masters
watchful eye
thousands of questions
unanswered why's
transparent freedom
bound and tied
synapses spark within my mind
in the dark I peel the rind

Destroy the void within my soul
it is time to let it go
before it starts to take its toll

Destroy the void within my soul
it is time to get a hold
it is time to gain control

Destitute Kingdom (Going This Alone)

still here on my own
going this alone
loneliness bestowed
upon this lonesome throne

feel like my soul is in limbo
an empty shell of skin and bone
a heart that has grown hollow
an emotion no longer shown
it seems any love I had
is a love that's not returned
the thought still drives me mad
burdened by the burn
maybe I am incompatible
destined to be incomplete
my mind and heart at battle
rendering companions obsolete
it seems life would be more easy
if I had someone who cared
somebody beside me
with a love that could be shared

but I'm still here on my own
going this alone
loneliness bestowed
upon this lonesome throne

Hands of Fate

Writhing in my destiny
avoiding hands of fate
strangling and suffocating
choking this away
fight its grip
and break the hold
that's leading me astray
as I strive to make my stake
upon a better day
making my advance
to fight the predetermined
all that's left is chance
of what's beyond my discerning
I battle the inevitable
futility does not exist
no matter the troubles
I will still persist
faith will be fulfilled
caught up in this fray
I still have the will
and I shall find a way