Drunk In The Memory Garden

Constantinople (The Secret Lair)

Corinthian's Ode

TIMIDITY
Wrapped in night,Smoky apparitions.Lost in translation,Inaudible words.Paralytic in the open -Coiling up,Falling away.Shrinking,Shriveling,And thenI disappear.

THE MEANING OF FUTILITY
Things rushing around in my head,Things of which cannot be explained.The elusive pursuitOf truth and purityHas become nothing moreThan an alley catChasing its tailIn some darkened corner of Hell.

THE FIRST STEPS AFTER THE FALL
Trying to see through the smokeRising up from the smolderingBridges and fallen temples.Blackwind rising upWhile hope seems all but buriedAmongst the ruined world.Eyes that stare outAcross the wreckage,Wanting to be shut foreverAnd pray for amnesia,Knowing that the miseryHas only just begun.

A CROWD OF THORNS
The language of a crowd,Whether hostile or jubilant,Sounds the sameTo the mind and earsOf the unamused.Somber still,The imbalanced virtuesOf the cynical,The diabolical,And the damned.

MONSTERS AND BEASTS
Slumbering giantsResting their headsBehind snowy mountain topsAnd billowy clouds.Slithering dragons,Sleeping blissfully,In the womb of the Earth,Beneath rock and bone.Darkly dreaming demons,Walking in daylightIn between the shadowsBringing about our doom.The monsters beneath our beds,And in the corners of our minds,Are slowly creeping into the open,To wrestle hope to the groundAnd bury it alive.