I'll self-destruct
With and entity in me that
Fails and corrupts.
Like cryptic codes and cancer I'll
Cauterize, so I can trade flesh and blood
For a skin that can't be pierced by spite
Or oil that can't run cold with pride.
In time, we'll all have to trade our veins f

Hold and listen,
Something is missing from the celluloid;
Where actors, permissive,
Hold their positions in pixels to blur the lines between
The real and the scene.

We steal the motion from the act,
Picturesque in photographs;
Where all of my dreams suddenly to sate

Can we leave it behind, to be untouchable?
To document with photos and tape?
Can they separate our signatures,
And write new passions on our souls?
They re-write our souls;
Vicarious and careless, are we killing dreams deferred
By the decadence of status, wealth and show.

Oh see the light ring through the fog
the herald of that distant star
that guides you the horizon through,
and fades forever when I move.

"Come all," it calls, "and conquer
while your hearts are young and free"
"May all who drink the sea be satisfied,
though all you

O see the light ring through the fog The herald of that distant star That guides you the horizon through, And fades forever when I move. "Come all," it calls, "and conquer While your hearts are youn

You can pull nails,
but a hole is made,
and for every hole a haunt
of memory
where the voids
left too small
a space to slip
through my
recall, the
pieces pulled
from my door,
or forget the holes
and nails it once bore

You can pull nails,

I am the fleeting fear to swim that brings you back to shore
The hopes that hold you by the anchor,
The unmanageable sum of days that never come,
The strings that bind you by the fingers.
I am the hours earned in vain,
The empty time you gain,
From storing up your hopes;<

A fear forms I cannot name
pulsing in waves of sine,
in gaunt rooms, in pallid light
and flatlines

In faith I drank as from a spring,
yet a bane makes itself in me,
and thirsts for the very things
I despise

Though by no choice of mine,
I see through my mot

If you go
far away
I would grow
sails or wings
to cross the deep
above or underneath

If the eastern winds
blow kind across
the empty space
between my arms
I'll make believe them
feathers to
be light enough
to fly to you

And if no vessel

I woke from underneath the signs of a plan surreal,
but spoke, Lord, surely I will die with no strength or steel
but by brass, I will make their towers kneel.

I know men's hearts are swayed by sound in a singer's strains.

But have I faith enough to sing a city to decay?
I

I was seen in stars and sky
Whether plated in flesh or gold
I am the same as your parents hold,
who borrowed sticks and stones,
and abandoned heaven's search,
for one closer to the earth

they all cried out with different names,
that called them to the grave

I

A man amidst thieves,
lay lame and sickly,
as the passersby see
but all just keep moving

There priestly and pious,
pass on the wayside.
heedless and high
as all just keep moving

None wash them with wine,
or dress their afflictions
There's no more oil t

Of how many cities brought to light,
how many cities are there left to find?
and who could search them all?
There hide two for every one,
I was daunted by the sum.

Of all the ascents that I contrive
all of the summits seemed at first so high
For every mile there

When you breathed into earth
Sprung nations from the dust
Conceived its fathers from the ground
And there lay them to rest
I did not see
Did not believe
Or remember at sea
When you opened up its mouth
Fed the thousandth soldier in
As Israel walked out
I di

Young Man,
Please take the stands,
Don't still your tongue,
For those you talk to try to sell you out.
Young Man,
Please understand,
On heads of martyrs rests a message.
You're the plank of wood in the plaintiff's eye,
Another kerosene depiction of the price
P

Lord
Please tell me what it is I used to do
Was I not a prophet, or a dreamer, or a seer?
All people I had fooled

Please tell me who it is used to be
Did I not proselytize over land and sea
Begetting twice the sons of hell as me?

And tell me, Lord
Who holds th

Our eyes have plans to undress this room and erase the clues,
With paper that reads like maps, and incriminates.
Run your course. (Can you hear the sirens singing?)
Singing you to shipwreck in this bed of sand?
Oh save us from these oaths like masts!
Hail the escape from ship

Oh my son, it seems years since you leave me
To take up the staff and set out to your journey
Oh my son, when the road has you weary,
May all of its sins be as stones leading to me.
Through all the wrongs you've done,
you'll always be my son
through all the wrongs you've

"Stone by stone dismantled
yet rebuilt within mere days,
I will then stand over you
until the end of age,
should this cup not pass me.
I drink it to the dregs,
And go where no man follows
'till he follows to the grave"

So watch
and wait on
the hour of da

Where feet of iron could not dare,
there lay christened in scent and tears
calloused soles that knew no rust,
walked splintered meters there across
in spite and met the grave's call
and called himself Emmanuel