Born with clay feet on an earth unsteady
Minds unturned to feed the quagmire
Torn away heat on a dusk already
Bonds untamed to bleed the bonfire
Mourned and prayed bead on a faith non-heady
Cants unsung to free the lost choir


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Facing the Downpour the broken sleeper crashes again
Flowing down its back it gathers for a new fall
Racing the Encore the broken sleeper clashes again
Blowing down its rack it gathers for a new call
Chasing the offshore the broken sleeper bashes again
Rowing down its track it gathers ...

Herbivores are the predators of the plant
Smokes rising to make the sun burn up
Demagogues are the creditors of the cant
Scopes rising to make the sun blow up
Everdreams are the janitors of the grant
Slopes rising to make the sun roll down.


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

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)