Edge of Darkness

Is darkness not real when the heart bleeds?

Is darkness not felt when your love none heeds?

Is darkness not given when all is lost?

Is darkness not created when the walls crumble?

Deep in the rooms of a pained emotion

Lies the root of all that is evil and divine

The captain steers his ship into the storm

The deckhands, they watch as we’re pitched into the mine

Bodies lie scattered in pyres un burned

The sun it seems sleeps away its dead

Deadly in its emotion

Today, it doesn’t burn red

Of love we give without a doubt

Even to the foulest mouth

Are we here to live for love?

Or to love to live?

The wooden embers bring memories to life

Even if they were meant to shadow the dead

What do I become after the war?

Lie forsaken in love’s lost tower?

Here we are prisoners of oceans that run our souls

Our blood darkens the veins of the unfeeling someone

Here we are prisoners in paradise

In the early morn devastation, I lie lonesome

Sometimes I feel when you’ve faced the heart of darkness

And we may never, never come home

But the magic lasts forever in oneness

And I’m gone, long gone

Ciao Marco!

Riding with the number 58

You chased glory in 2008

At the age of 24

You left us wanting more

On the road to heaven

There are no brakes

And death a hero of us makes

And to bring you back does not make us even

If God indeed called you home

Then race on, fair child all alone

Your shadow descends on straights and curves

The engine gleaming steel in your eyes

Godspeed, then to the land where the wind lashes your face

And we would see you win the final race

Mortals we are to cry

When angels like you soar so high...

Of Death

Do you think death lets us forget?

The mighty force of its visage

In the dark rooms of our lives

It builds its terror only to learn

And when death calls, we let flow a river

Burying the sanity of mind and open the mines of guilt

But are we here to wallow in our failures

Of saving our near and dear from death’s hands?

When moments seem lost to cause

When life’s materialistic deeds burn with our pyres

We answer the most important question of all

What does life really mean when we finally fall?

Death is indeed, greater than life

For it gives us the chance to live again

For it brings us pain, misery and relief in a moment

And it takes with it the life of one when time finally stands still

Death comes to us in myriad visions

In man, beast, machine or nature

It’s terrible talons tear us apart

But in the end it is what it leaves behind

Memories of the departed linger on

To remind us that life is all real, yet we sometimes forget

That you and me are just grains of sand

And we are living on borrowed time

Death alone is pains answer, and he comes when the time is near

Whispering calm hymns of the dead

Ushering us to the new dawn

Beyond where even the holiest of us fear to tread

Angels inherit the worlds above

And angels bathe the worlds below in their snow white glow

The fires of the funeral pyres hasten our journey

To the land of the gods that we once believed in

Death is not our foe, but our philosopher and guide

In times of great adversity, he raises his head

To soothe our burnt bodies with his gloved hand

And to gather us in his shadow of eternal black

Of death we should not be afraid

For it is above as below

And in death too, we live

As we die in life.

Weakened God

Standing beside the altar of faith

The priest holds the knife of reason

Is it against religion, treason?

Or a voice of wisdom great

I feel weakened by the birth of god

Is it real or is it a false truth

Emptiness is my search for the light

In clouds of destruction I must fly

Here I am in prison, in the valley of deceit

The book of god lies open, pages cradled in a leper’s hands

The world spins around the deeds of holy men

Nature’s course, she wreaks havoc of a pained angel

Where flows the river of belief

Calamity of belief and tragedy of trust

Swimming the great divide

And I will say once more, this is a hell ride

You force me god, to eat the dirt

That grows from your hallowed skin

You force me to believe in the knife that stabs me in the back

You force me to love myself more than the world

Yet god, what be so great of your kind

In dust and dreams I see you

In dust and dreams I die

When I am gone, who eats my flesh?

When the rains come, it cleanses me

The earth turns green from the grey of death

The stench of decay is perfumed by flowers of life

And the thorns grow below the roses

Then tell me god, why we fear you so great

If you are all that is set in stone

And in the end we are all alone

And this world I grow to hate

In the name of freedom, I feed the vultures

In shades of purple and black, the skies feed my veins

The will of life seems to grow, from the fear of death

God, tell me then what makes you hold the reins?

Beauty in disorder is the new world order

Gone are your preaching’s, father of falseness

Lead us not into temptation

The light beyond your veil is painted on our hearts

You know you cannot hide

In between two worlds, I am the warrior

As above so below

On the wings of the eagle I ride

Will you meet me god, in the battlefield of belief

Will you meet me god, in the dreamtime when you are a vision

Will you meet me god, where the seas devour its races

And will you meet me god, when I ask for you?

In the moments that beckon, you are the white fog

Clouding the storm of the winds of wisdom

The fear of god, is indeed the beginning of wisdom

For then I believe wrong is right and the day has come of the lowly dog

In between the winter sun and the summer moon

God, do you lead the army against your creation

I am not a weakened being for I hold reason

And you hold the dagger of faith

I, god, am not weak

I, god am the strength to meet the war

Of the worlds lied of and lied to

Here I am, in the dragons lair.

Death of a Moment With You

Gone are the moments within moments

Gone are the flavours of fragrance

Gone are the winds that kiss your fair cheeks

Gone are the seconds that keep my heart a flutter

Where you go I can’t follow

In your footsteps I leave my hollow

In darkened rooms my eyes turn blind

In momentary silences my lips lie burned

Across the empty emotion of a dust laden space

Comes your voice through the void

Here I am, reaching out beyond the black hole

Turn to stone, turn to ice

In moments of insanity I reach for the elixir

Quieten down my tormented tempest

But in electrical jazz it breaks my brain

Without you there is only pain

The nights are torn in loneliness

The days split by silent thunder

The roaring of the waterfall are the tears I cry

Without you life cannot be, whatever I try

The blackened images of a sleeping sun

Course through the dreamtime

I reach out beyond the human wall

In fleeting wisps of mist you run

Emptiness

Voyaging into the abyss of ocean depths

Here I am, watching the albatross fall from the skies

Thunder strikes my ship on the sea of vanity

Here I am, voyaging through mirrors of deceit.

Take me to a higher degree; I bear not what I see

The cross purposes of life’s controls bring judgement

My soul searches for violent overtures

Torn and dreaming in the netherworld.

Across the moon dance of my belief

Voyaging over empty oceans in search of truth

Destiny or fate I know not what they mean

Deep in the valley of deception was born I.

He who builds controls builds roads to death

Spinning into confusion, lying alive a tortured soul

Will we ever know what the answer is?

In the cold northern nights I shiver against the winds.

I yearn for the shores beyond, where souls gone before rest

The symphony of sycophants I hear above crashing waves

Here we are again, sailing seas of deception

Swimming against the flow, and no one will ever know.

Deep in the cold depths of stone

Mortal thoughts give birth to those immortal

In search of higher wisdom

Emptiness lies unanswered.

In The Mist of Memories

Years between then and now,

I watch the snowflakes litter the pavement,

Stones of squares and flakes of hexagons row,

Standing here in winter months of the heart.

Memories of those gone before,

I see them in the dreamtime of wake,

In their days was I for their sake,

Or lived life by rules I swore?

In the darkness of the abyss I lay them down,

Cold, barren and lonely their last beds on earth,

Men, nor machine, could save their dying breath

In memories the mists appear sown.

Questioning the actions of our lives,

What do we live in memory or in anticipation,

Why do we not go where there’s no fear,

Haven’t we heard our forefathers speak of this great year?

In moments of thought cavities, the heart breaks the mind,

In grey sands of illusory derangements I walk with them,

Miserable tears of sorrow rain down on the ground,

I try to wipe them clear, but desiccation meets this realm.

Why do questions torment my waking hours?

I laid them to rest in the end they chose,

When the last rose of summer rose,

This book of memories can I close?

From beyond the grave come the mists of time forgotten,

Wrap around life of mine, these lecherous beings,

Reason and defiance are held hostage on the southern shores,

Where is the star and the river that promise the way home?

Pushed into the depths of the river dragons,

Are these my darkest hours, the hours of calamity,

Are these my warnings, that the obscure is really illumination?

Do they speak from the beyond in the mind’s eye?

Mother North, she beckons from the gallows pole,

I reach out but there’s no one there, in the valleys wide,

Are the dungeons of blame and guilt, shamed their warriors,

Is this meant to be the fight for life?

Asking of a dark god to send his deliverance,

Here I am, between two worlds, insane and deranged,

Where be the river that the star realises,

Buried deep in northern caverns, where twilight kings live.

Where be the meaning of the dreams of the awakened?

Upon the throne of the malevolent god that brings this ill-fated dream?

Or upon the throne of the gods that are yet to reveal their dispositions?

Are ye not gods, then, for are ye not masters of the mind?

Answers they won’t burn before my sacrifices,

In the darkness of the void, there swims the mermaid,

She holds the key to the realms of the in-between,

The here and the now, and the frontier that’s gone beyond.

Where those memories are mists,

Where those questions are stones,

I lie here in the land of the unknown,

With but a question of my own.