The Children Of Christmas Signs

Deep in the forest among
the shrines
lives the children of Christmas signs.
Symbols and elements of truth
forever flourishing in suspended youth.
The trees glowing with eternal fruits of joy
rich colors of warmth displayed
for all to enjoy.
Every branch a sparkling tree of stars
their magic light healing all scars.
Golden rays streaming through the
trees from the light of day
the forest echoes with the sounds
of flutes and children laughing in
cheery display.

The Fires Burn On

In the cold distance on a bleak winters night
I can smell the torches burning
their flickering flames within my sight.
I see a white stallion treading blood
sparking in the wind the spirit leaps
through the window its soft wings flew
to the haunting palace where the sadman weeps.
And the fires burn on.
These times are violent
and filled with alarms of war
faiths and loyalties are changing quicker
and the money minds are lusting for more.
The sadman knows were sliding back in time
to the time of witch hunts and inquisitions
He's tired of being tied to a burning stake
and sentenced by their false suspicions.
When the sadman died and found his longing haven
the burial was watched by the wolves and the gathering ravens.
And still the fires burn on and the mist hangs heavy.

The Girl Of My Dreams
She is a warm, summer breeze
that blows through the night,
and touches me with soft, gentle fingers.


She is a short spring shower,
that kisses me softly,
so that in my mind it always lingers.


She is the song from a sparrow,
sitting high upon a branch,
singing like there will be no tomorrow.


She is the twinkle in the eye,
of an innocent child,
who will never know the meaning of sorrow.


She is the flowers on the ground,
the clouds in the sky,
and the stars in the heavens above.


She is the girl of my dreams,
the beauty in my thoughts,
my one, my only, my love.

The Mystic Book

In the ancient days of man
the mystic book began.
Before tombstones scattered the earth
before man destroyed his worth.
In this mystic book
I've seen the prophet play the fool
In this mystic book
I've seen the clown that lives in ridicule.
A fearful compassion
grew in man's eyes
he destroyed the creatures and thought him wise.
An evil bomb ticking in his brain
his inventions won't stop till all is slain.
These chapters are filled
with blood drenched sorrows
don't look to me for forgotten tomorrows
Turn these pages, you and me
burn these chapters, set us free.

The New World

Sensations begin to cease
before my eyes a golden fleece
I question it's very existence
to it I offer no resistance

To the valley dreaming I fly
to bask in the light from the sky
I plunge into depths away from pain
to escape from the darkness across the plain

I journey down the valley of Hall
where the evil forever fall
Beware the wizard of night
follow the path to the light

Before our time there was a war
fighting each other across the shore
The barrier was neither narrow nor wide
the blood of men turned the tide

The jesters of prophecy took control
the winds of time took their toll
slowly one by one the jesters died
no more reason to run and hide

Soon the evil was foregot
paradise bloomed on this holy spot
Through the valley the sun did shine
the passing of saints through the shrine

The Promise

When the final day comes and the singing begins
and God calls at last.
When desolate is the barren land
and darkness and labour is past.
I'll look for thee and wait for thee
until we meet again
Together we will travel hand in hand
across the heavenly plain.
When Jesus looks upon the world
in a church of gold
beneath the white angels
his dreams begin to unfold.
When shower and sun upon the earth
with fragrance fill the air
we'll realize the danger we once lived in
is no longer there.
When hallowed halls are green and cool
and wind sweeps through the morning light
Angels will glide across the sky
in their glorious flight.

The Quest

Let me tell you of a quest
of a time that stood the test.
Before the books of time recorded
before the meaning was distorted.

Here existed the realm of glory
echoes from an ancient story.
Travelers pay reverance to the glow
the hours breathing faint and low.

Here lies the palace of towers
eternal shrines if only for hours.
The fountain of Life has reached its height
falling back in sparks of light.

Dazzling water overhead
a shattered peace forever wed.
If your journey begins to fade
return to realms where light is made.

The mystical worship has been won
soon I'll see the enchanted sun
Temples of truth now revealed
silent thoughts forever unsealed.

The Ritual Dead

Receding candles that shine and burn
flaming souls they never learn.
Masses clinging to the Alter of Sorrow
never to live, not tomorrow.
I've seen their program of lies
opposite numbers compute the spies.
We're all zeros on the fateful card
the trail of axes measures the yard.
The masses rising near
the ritual dead their vengence I fear.
They're the goats living shifty lives
all of them an outcast that never survives.

The Source

They stand watching you from above
do you think they control all the love?
They invent the word that is heard
and it wont get too far
wont you agree that we can see
the farce that they are.
What can we do to rescue you?
from the fools that are telling you what to do
Can it be found? the truth that can't be seen
and if you do you'll never know what they mean.
You're not close but you tried to guess
don't you know it's not a joke that I shall invoke
the beings that I posses.
I've witnessed all your hate and sin
so if you're smart and I know you are
you'll find a new place to begin.
Don't you know me yet? though we have never met
when love is gone will you remorse?
you are my slave so return to the grave
return to me, I am the source.

This House

We tremble in this house, we can feel the scars;
The shadows that oppress us, they swell from the ground.
It seems so long ago, we paused before this house;
It's sillouette against a sky that grew darker every moment.

And so we rushed inside, where music met our ears;
Children with bright faces sang, while beautiful maidens danced away.
We were safe for now, or so we thought;
Corpse like visages met our eyes, evils swarmed around this house.

Dark shapes shrouded in silence, stand around the house;
And if we should come out, bear our souls as offerings