AUTHOR'S NOTE: Drawing my own pics for these now. It feels better that way^^

Sever the frenzy of easy appliance
Who are the sinners of the craft to the abusers of the lever
Never assembly a line of compliance
Who are the living of the reap to the dead ...

Bryan, fresh out of college in Tara, is moving toward a path to become a full-fledged bard. The entire process to become a poet, minstrel, or chronicler takes a lengthy twelve years to complete. Bard lute in hand, Bryan journeys to a tiny shanty town in the North called Oi ...

Do you seek the rhythm in a time so dire.
Hearing our desire.
Do you thirst for raindrops on a solar briar.
Lost inside our mire.
Do you curse the shadow of a wanton liar.
Now you feel our ire.
Do you beg and tarry for a stronger fire.
This ...

Starry violence shot across the skies
Void it defies, or so it says.
Gravity cries, or so it bets
Humanity aligns, or so it heads
Violent stars crossing demise
Skies complies, shots say their byes
The human race is ready to live when the old world dies…
… Or so it ...

Scene
I have stunged apart all the eyes on all of the movies
Apprehention from overseeing alarms
Scent
I have smashed apart all the noses on all of the missiles
Reparation from overdosing alarms
Sense
I have spread apart all the tounges on all of the sea-waves
Fascination from overboarding ...

The heart that drinks the sinks filling a glass of stagnation.
With tongues so young joining the brass of sensation.
The fruits that roots themselves to tears,
those shall sow our cheers and thread on dead minds donation.
The side that hides behind heaven rings,
blessed are that obsessed of ...

Probing these mists for a console ancient
Caught in its patience I unsealed the gate
Prying those depths for a future latent
Omens so blatant I entered the gate
Pending the screams for a horror dormant
Leaving from torment I buried that gate


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Predicating Xerkes of Xanitorium
Sleeping forever within your crematorium
Allseeing in a vacuum watching
Blessmade by mindframed swatching
Your pets are dancing in the flying blaze of Babylon
Inside Caurcassus stands Mnemnon in a bloodied pantalon
Predicating respite of knowledge behind columns of moratorium
Predicating Xerxes of Xanitorium


NaaN (Now ...

Lights cresting fallen heavens
As I still spin in dead-end meditations
Mind is questing, never resting
Grasping for more unspent levitations
“It is hopeless, a waste of time” I tell mind.
Again and again as I still spin in dead-end meditations


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

I am the mucky-footed bullfrog that leapt out of the well of dreams
A place to be killed in what I leave behind
You are beautiful and you are growing up. but I am getting sick and I am getting old.
Am I your master or am I your slave ...