The halls of glory fit through these streets
Stringing up Gothics, and racing for tricks
Last time we settled down for a nice cup of tea
We were asked if we’d like some bottles of wine
How horrific it seems to be bothered for bliss
When all that’s desired is a little of this
Perhaps the young starlings will speak to us soon
With hope it will let us know we’ve come twice round the moon
After the alpine air has swam through lungs
Cleaned the soul with white crystal slopes
The road home is always long
Head swarming with white untouched snow
The rest, though, indeed is glorious
Feet in the air, recounting events
Times like these create bonds
Stronger than beers, stronger than words
Remember me, lets share bliss again
Occasionally
I fall into a bliss
Or maybe not quite serene
But focused at any rate
A time filled with desire
Loss for right and wrong
Just an image
That fills my countenance
Nothing but direction
Goals
An end is always inevitable
But like all emotions
Like all movements
Who knows when it too shall end
Callused hands retire the nails
Deep within the stones
Breaking bricks with mortar encrusted
Lifeless disdain
Truth! Let it last forever
Let if flow from the origins
Through the fields of glassy cotton
Past the trees, grandeur in size
Given time the growth shall rupture
the pin pricked stones
Covering all ground with divine grace
Seeping sin like blood transfusions
Alas the truth it envisions
A new look, upon the dry bones
Capturing every bit of dead skin
The growth shall offer: forever bliss
A trip
A golden voyage
Into the depths of sunsets
Into the ranges of mountains
Lost in bliss
Lost to this