You ain’t dead yet
You’ve just stopped living
You ain’t alive yet
Just b’cos you’re breathing

I say to you, it is written
And by your hands it is rewritten
In those sacred moments,
when the creator walks through the creation

I’ve seen new life
And there’s new life in me
I wonder how you feel
When you see all that you see

I look into the dark pool of suffering
And I’m transfixed in its stare
Like a moth lured into a universe screaming
As death comes alive in its godless air

Watched it steal succor from my sleep
With dreams conceived in a poisoned womb
Suffer me tears of anger to weep
And eyes that feel like open wounds.

They say home’s a place that ends a journey
Mine’s just a picture gone up in flames
Burning in homage to another mans memory
A guiltless being, who once held my name

And now you see me, cos you’re me
Today’s victim of yesterdays ‘war.
I heeded not your cries for mercy
Every gatekeeper of hell , is sometimes the door.

Fed on fruit from the desert, a bush laden with hate
crazed by a sorrow that like poison, cuts thru my veins.
I swung my sword, glimpsed his forked tongue too late
There’s blood in the apple & nothing to gain

except…
maybe…

one more ripple in the circle of pain
one more cripple in the circle of pain

again.

We’ve all , we all been broken
Shattered, left mute with regrets unspoken
We’ve all loved and lost
Been forsaken, repented our deepest trust

Amidst rituals of living
We surrender to the beyond
Crossover worshipper swaying
to the hypnotic colors of sound

We hunger with an appetite whetted
By the fires of your heart
On your wings, soar unfettered
feeling whole, just a part