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 ...

Watch. It advances. A blended eye to the one true contact.
Delicate, pristine night of visible disguise
Hear. It enlightens. A stuttered word to the one true conduct
Eloquent, redeemed might of audible delight
Feel. It entices. A torpid touch to the one true contract
Adequate, esteemed rite of physical ...

Where destiny lies
Off to the horizon light and darkness ties
Genius has already invented our demise
Only angels and flames may defy the skies
Burn my dreams for that new sunrise
Where destiny lies


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Sound-proofed, but still aloud
Some say I make thunder, others cloud me mute
Still Alone, but in a shroud
Some will walk me by, others crowd me mad
“So when will your world arrive?” Quote one mind.
Deadborn, but still alive


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Lights upon a fading sky.
Whipping the night to encircle the dead
Blocks are talking to your I.
Curve them a wave and encircle them red
Joys comes dancing you goodbye
A smile so wide it will encircle your head


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Event horizon. The faintest stroke of the rosey dawn.
The end of time or so it sounds.
Clawing, scratching and crying to abound.
Here it comes the future drawn.
As my past self gives its final yawn, please, no funeral mound.
Let the belly of the wolf be my final ...

Your heart’s beating inside the hourglass
Orbiting your soul system it comes to pass
Begging for a new season to amass
Alas, white shadows still lasts–shrinking
But the earth is now drinking and the silver shifts to brass
Your heart’s still beating in the hourglass


NaaN (Now ...

Frozen ripples cracking in the glade
Blades so fine in between
Solemn metals clashing in the field
Yields of time in between
Broken rattles gatling in the cold
Molds to mind in between


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

I am the one who smile from the vile
And cry my last tear of righteousness
I am the one who dwell from the well
And tear my last veil of anxiousness
I am the one who crave from the grave
And dig my last hole of joylessness


NaaN (Now ...

Rush hour veins. Heaven or heathen?
Will the electric pulse ever find peace? Even for a moment.
Ongoing trains. Bettered or beaten?
Will the kinetic swing ever be pleased? Where’s the atonement?
Computer chains. Tether or treason?
Will the genetic soul ever have ease? Even for a moment.


NaaN ...