Questions During Disaster

What is the bitterness
that our human souls imbibe
causing grief and anger
in the wrong place, at the wrong times

What is all this hatred
that somehow we can't see
Before we turn to violence, stop
and ask the question who are we

Political Nature

"The spots on the wall are moving,"
said the elephant man to the donkey boy.
The two animals looked together
and noticed a spot society.

Being the socialites they were,
they decided to play god.
The donkey boy apreciated individuality
while the elephant man squashed a few.

As the donkey boy learned
about the spots on the wall,
the elephant man got drunk off the power
and the exhausting activities put both to sleep.

In the morning the spots had run rampant
and multiplied at an exponential rate.
They became too many for even these gods
said the donkey boy, "what did you create?"

The new gods soon found
that the spots brought disease and famine
and infection spread to elephant and donkey
as well as the spots on the wall.

The elephant man did not show interest
because the spots fueled his hunger
for power and control.
This lead to war.

The donkey boy was more involved
but super involvement lead to
destitute and depravity.
War and poverty Raged in their small room-

at the edge of time and dimension.
the ultimate animals in both elephant and donkey
became the inheritors of the world
when the spots and men were gone.

Past Life dreams in current time.

Where are you my gentle child?
Where are you my lost one?
memories of another life-
say, "seek you 'fore this one's done."

And yet in dreams I've found you
where my heart has felt complete-
but every day I wake to nothing
oh! the empty mornings I greet...

Who is this thought that comes with silence
in between my wake and sleep-
this agony burning with so much violence
knocks me out, into dreams I retreat.

one day I'll wake and know truth
of what might have came of an early ended youth
these dreams and pictures of a child lost
my re-occurring nightmare, my holocaust.

And every night I hear your screams
in a former life I've seen in my dreams.

Least Expected

The darkness descends
like a curtain at the end-
and god damns the hour
enough to turn mother's milk sour.

babies cry
and people die
and day comes again-
the sun brings the flames.

At night the soul burns blue
in black darkness true
do not deny the brutal end
when his immortal darkness descends-

and you pray to god in vain
if he exists, he's insane
look at the world you call home
each mother's child dies alone-

and the tailor fits your suit
as you get old and die in youth
I can claim no greater truth
than he hates each and every one of you.

As you sing your mortal song
you couldn't be more wrong
but I must lay me down instead
comfortable in my bed-

till I'm at the end, the total sum
is when the darkness comes.

Multiple Mistakes

I watched the damned go walking by-
their sweet lament enjoyed;
and I, and I, and I, and I,
began to get annoyed.

Said I, when I knew them all as me,
"These visions should retire,"
their viciousness becoming apparent
when I could no more be the liar.

Oh devil as you’re roaming hell
you've come to haunt my dreams as well?
I saw them, but fade the lie,
and you showed me, that "them," was I.

No longer laughing I lament
and another, I avoid-
watches we damned go walking by
our sweet lament enjoyed.

BE

By Dylan Paul

Be strange, be strong
offbeat but never wrong
be brief and be long
tell the truth despite the throng.

Be innocent and be brave
as always seize the day
my child, I can wish you no more
than to enjoy and learn through play.

be happy and be free
the best part is you can be.

Wrath of God

Shadows arising from memory and soul
inhibitions are slowing as memories go
toxins and violence are breaking my brain
everything's pointless, 'cause everythings the same

Travesties mounting in total in my brain
thoughts of destruction agaiiiiin!

I don't wanna be the hero

I don't wanna share the burden of fighting
for you
I don't wanna see the distance
and know that you'll never be there
and if you could, you'd see I don't care.

I can never feel your feelings
I can only read the pain in your eyes
I will only feel the passion at night
and in any case I walk towards the light

light my cigarette and memories all fade
through destruction I'll never feel the paaain!

I don't wanna be the hero

I don't wanna share the burden of fighting
for you
I don't wanna see the distance
and know that you'll never be there
and if you could, you'd see I don't care.

I will never be the night on the white horse
I will never try to forget our choice
there is always some destruction in life
fight for what is wrong and you'd make it right

I am crushing the terrorists now
in my head is where they all abound and

I don't wanna be the hero

I don't wanna share the burden of fighting
for you
I don't wanna see the distance
and know that you'll never be there
and if you could, you'd see I don't care.

I'm forgetting all our passions
waiting for some all powerful god
I will never be your bastion
and I think that you won't wait for me.

I am growing in immortal indifference
and I'll forever be waiting for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

I don't wanna be the hero

I don't wanna share the burden of fighting
for you
I don't wanna see the distance
and know that you'll never be there
and if you could, you'd see I don't care.

In the twighlight of our special days
I have seen you change so many ways
growing older I've seen I don't care
what's a hero when he never is there?

I can't reach this height again
so for instance we'll always be friends

I don't wanna be the hero

I don't wanna share the burden of fighting
for you
I don't wanna see the distance
and know that you'll never be there
and if you could, you'd see I don't care.

And in the end it was always all done
I always knew that you were never the one...

Thus far

I've woken from my sleep
hungover from romance
and wound up six feet deep
looking at all you ants.

I can't help being human
so why should I even try
half of me is bleeding
and now this half has to die.

I want to wake up from this dream
this dream of reality
and walk on the killing grounds
blow up my society.

I want to wake up from this dream
shrouded in the chaos that is life.

Dreading the coming night
because I'm mortal amongst the light
but night brings on the madness
that I satiate with unholy sights.

Drinking, raging, crashing, superhuman
strength and violent bashing
of all the things I wanted to be
but normality is just not me.

Slipping into darkness
a gear in the machine
I can't be this person who they want
all I can be is hardly seen.

Where is the greater justice when
you live in a violent society
I can't wake up from madness
this dream brings out my piety

I waste alone in emotion
and I don't want that to be my life
I just want to wake up every day
in a normal house with a normal wife.

I want the 401K and I want
everything that I could be
but somehow I conceive this madness
and blink reality to nothingness.

Where am I? Who are you?
What alone can bring me truth?
Is this the way, the chosen path?
or just the raging of an unsightly youth?

Am I unstable? think you know me
stay around and fucking show me
how you're better, who you are
I'll run you over with my Kar- ma!

Wasted thinking about myself
dreaming on this shattered plain
and bleeding in my mind because
it has no essense it has no name.

What is all this darkness and
where did it all come from
am I just droning on or am I
living life just because!

Death to the immortals
and yet I want to become one
if all I see is madness
then I say fuck it all
look what we've become.

look what we've become
am I alone in this?
look what we've become
people hide pain in thier bliss
look what we've become
the devil's waiting in you happyness
look what we've become
where are you going now?
Why don't you join in the abyss.

Cat Smokes

The dragon man chilled outside
choking and coughing his yellow mist:
the cat looked on.

Wiskers twitchless,
his all-too-familliar quizical expression
beamed alone.

firey eyes and makeshift lies
could not block the cat's
still wanting to take a try.

Locked in Hatred, Love Immortal

Never could I have loved
as deeply as before
the night you left me standing
outside of my own door.

Out of my own mind
reeling critically through time
in the few seconds in forever
that it seemed to take you to leave.

my love for you so strong
I had to do something to demand
my heart not being broken
and so I destroyed my own hand.

Delicately fearful
was how it played in my mind
but the body took action,
its controls harder to find.

Desperation is a motive
stronger than the rest
when we fear that we could lose
the best.

We act out in our rage
you never knew yourself
both of us with desperate irritation
wishing we were not here
wishing we were somewhere else.

Lost within a dreamworld
lost and lost alone,
perhaps will reunite one day
if only through a telephone.

but you are not a mortal dear,
truly I can see!
I'll meet you one day, sometime else
throughout our immortality.

Unloading

Do you see it?
Can you hear it?
When it comes it takes the night.

When I feel it
and I know it
I sleep well beneath its light.

It is there with me regardless
and I need to cut it out
for memories are with it
but feelings, I'm without.

like the dreams forgotten all at once
the moment I wake up
I think of her and her and her
a certain, "I can not say what."

I walk a line sometimes at night
between waking and sleeping tight
I feel the darkness and the space
oh god, goodnight...
goodnight

Overburdened

Lost in the cascading thoughts of forever,
I dream of the ephemeral joys I've had.
Deep in happiness I could stay but
not when the moments passing are sad.

Yet I've become lost in this web for fools,
comfortable in delirium until reality gives me rules.
Another night is passing away,
life continues like a willow sways:

ever so slightly and in every which way-
There's not enough time in a day.

Meeting Fate

I feel a darkness in my soul again,
hello old friend.
It's been some time since we last spoke;
I never thought I'd see you-
but I always hoped.
Look at the wasteland we love so much-
nothing matters
so nothing sucks.
I wouldn't care if I suddenly died,
my darkness is my peace-
to say I fear anymore
I'd lie.
I simply await, with you, the end-
my world is the darkness,
goodnight my friend.

Hey Julie

Sleep well my angel
tucked in the dragon's lair
surrounding you is gold
but only fools care. 

A diamond is forever
nestled in the mind
and garnets make the hair
with emerald sapphires for the eyes. 

On your bed of distant dreams
of many years ago
a precious rock made many
with skin as pure as snow. 

There's treasure and adventure
for everywhere you show
I'd love to join along
but now i've got to go. 

I'll love you in the moonlight
from the mountains farthest you
my treasure of my memory
no other treasures do. 

I've often dated fools
no doubt you've met some tools
there's not nearly enough value today
put on precious jewels.

Something Metal

My fears draw near
endless exhaustion of the dawning of the night
filling my room with darkness

opposite of light
it's like a vortex being sucked into the void
bringing all your mortal souls to flight

Do you feel the draining feeling of the night?
Are you basking in the darkness of the night?
I am here and I will understand

I am every child woman oooor man.
I am absence of color and absence of light
I am in your dreams tonight

lying awake and I'm shifting in space,
working all your feelings and gathering your tears
I am alone and I feel your pains too
I am the darkness you're in my place too
I can't deny that the end of this night
brings me back to darkness and you to your light
I will be burning when you are above
all because I had the audacity to love...

(Instrumental)

IN DISGUISE! IN DISGUISE!
I WILL LAY DOWN MY SWORD AT YOUR SIDE
IN DISGUISE! IN DISGUISE!
I WILL not be awakened tonight...

My mind is closed for all of you
and my empathy wanes and it's through
In my mind I can see you and taste of your mind
sometimes the justice is harder to find

We'll be together when I'm in your head
shino hodo suki desu I might end up dead.
I can't pretend that I would do it for you
but love is like marriage and till death say "I do."

(Bass solo)

(Bass and guitar layering and battling)

(Climax)
(The end) :-)

Rest for the wicked

At last the weary have come to rest
behold all those who I detest.
Your vigor highlights your avarice
so there's work and work to pass your test.

Not that I should beg reward
for gaining you is not a chore
but I for some sort of strange release
am bogged down by goals without peace.

and you who stands upon the clouds
have every right to know me now
but I with stupid sympathies swell
and forget that I already know you well.

The night brings strength I hope I'll use
but the daytime escapades are also important
and without sleep, myself I abuse
and so goes the torment of the fortunate.

So I laugh with cold insanities grip
my wandering mind shows just how much I've flipped.
meditation aside, I love all of you
the lack of strength is my ability to choose.

The angels I shall never see
can walk with silence through my dreams
but when I wake, lying next to me
she, the angel, may never be.

My boldness does not match my feats
I bid you all adieu, I'm going to sleep.
forever till I wake to peace
on an automatonic path shall I sleep.

The Heartless Prompt au revoir

In the rain I watched her go;
My heart protected: cold as snow.

Let's talk of life.

I.

I cannot help,
though my fears draw near,
seeing my duldrum life
at the end of the year.

who conquers empires
with each waning day?
Rebells and succeeds
and in their own way?

I have tried but greatness is small
demanding victory and rebellion
wanting it all
and realizing that my victories with my rebellion
fall.


II.

So what of friends?

do my parents
or my elders
who I know to be successfull
see their friends every day
or think of them this way?

Is there death in adulthood
I fear you, go away.
The only fear of the rebel
is his freedom swayed.

Freedom is to money
as money is required to live free
how can one live happlilly
with money to blind their sight?

I hate these questions that come at night.

III.

So to DEATH.

what a funny word
with silly little vexing thoughts
but really it only signifies and end.

The ultimate end between two friends
is death and death of friendship.
death to idealism
until you are emersed in realism-

seeing truly that ideals are extremes
making life simple so funny little adult-children
can define their world simply and continue
with their pursuit of screwing each other.

what does it mean to grow up then?
Victory? friends?
Death: the great end?

maybe within my proposals I've missed the great oversight
that to all these things one thing lends
the three an equal part in growing up:
The great AND.

Singing the blues

In the beginning
concieved so well
Raised in Heaven
But born in hell.

I chose my paths
but not my mind
now I'll be gone
by supper time.

Got to make that money
to pay my bills
but for peace of mind
I swear I'd kill.

I feel so weighted
but I do fear
that if I had some money
I'd be far from here.

This dead end job
that I chip at all day
I swear to god
"I'll make you pay."

but I've lit the tip
of my last cigarette
He wins again
house took my bet.

The great speach of the lord
"I'll see you soon
you better have payment
for the life you ruin'd.

"I make my peace
when I lose my mind
'cause I'm comin' home
by supper time.

"heroes prevail
I know I too,
will make my mark
by hating you."

What's in my pockets
is not my soul
but I would live
if I had gold.

I need some money
to pay my debts
and I would kill
to rid this pest.

That pest called money
for which I owed
and I did sell
this here soul.

If you talk to me
when I'm gone this far
you best make sure
I don't know where you are.

'cause I will meet you
wherever you go
I am hatred
within your soul.

I am wandering
I'm also death
and all you fear
that's all the rest.

I'm in your veins
when your blood runs cold
I'll be the reaper
if you sold your soul.

You can believe
that life's a bind
but I was scared
when I lost mine.

When I lost mine
I feared my time
when I lost mine
I loved god genuine

when I lost mine
I sang these blues
'cause life is living
the paths you choose.

So bid farewell
to what you know
it's that same hatred
that sent you home.

Come with me
my burdened child
it's just about time
to walk that mile.

and pray to god,
he doesn't kick you out
cause up there's waitin'
a lonely cloud.

a lonely cloud
a lonely cloud
forever cursed
on a lonely cloud.
That's your reward
for saving your soul
but god still owns you
now even I must go
even I must go
I must go
must go
home.

Ghost in a shell

This wasn't my wish,
I never asked for this:
that I could feel your pain.
what would I have to gain?

Humanity with your misery
and misery held to your name.
What do you ask the helpless
when you feel every feeling, the same?

I looked into your eyes and knew
as the tree that bore your knowledge
the awful silence of your misery
and your suffering borne alone.

I ask only that I could take your pain
and that of everyone you ever knew
because where you can hide your misery
within me, it grew and grew.

So I will know your suffering
and you will stand alone
before me, you'll have no secrets when
your eyes, make suffering secrets shown.

Goodnight my tired companion
you will rest tonight
fear not your misery or your pain
for I take on your plight.

As a shepard who tends to the flock of man,
when you think you suffer alone:
When you no longer feel your pain
it means I will lift the burdens, to me, you've shown.

All I ask of you

I ask only for a lover true:
Her dreams laid naked
with the passion of her youth.

I beg the world for a childless mother
or one who knows such unconditional love for another.

The Human Vampyre

In these, the quiet morning hours
everyone's said goodbye
not knowing that the demons lurk
right behind my eye.

Something catastrophic begins
to eat away at my soul
there are things that carry much evil
they are the oldest of the old.

And these demand a sacrifice
if I am to be full again
A sacrifice of purity
true love amongst a friend.

Greedy is my heart because
it needs another to eat
if my kind were carnivores
a gracious heart would be our meat.

And yet I'm never mean to
the apple of my eye
just silently draining her love force
and watching our souls die.

For I am never full, I die-
together in this bed we'll lie.

coming home to you

I.

I searched this town for love.
There was none to be found.
The pursuit was all that kept me here:
making me want to stick around.

Now once again I find myself
lost and so alone
something in my heart and soul
whispers silently: "It's time to go home."

II.

Each day, miles away,
I watch the calender pages fall
and the breathing trees sway-

and month and month
has gone since may,
but soon enough I'll see you

and this upside down world
will, once again, be a.o.k.

III.

So I follow the rivers
the roads and the streams-
across the mason-dixon
carrying new dreams

and all of my hope arrives
when I am finally be back
I'm at your side door
why don't you give it a crack.

A Destructive Pleasure

Some men live for the people around them,
Others strive to attain their goals.
Some lavish in destiny,
yet others just because they've been told.

I am none of these my friend
Like an RPG, I plan my turns
I exist to be the fiery chaos:
I love it when the world burns.

The lonely night song of the werewolf

Tonight the moon is full; I howl.
The grays and azures scowl.
I want to wake to sunshine, yet
I wake to see the owl.

The night is long and I can't sleep
and though there's no one, I still hear feet.
I know the spirit's outside my door-
so I laugh and curse and challenge for more.

The depth of night is in my sight
and yet the moon must shine so bright
so I begin feasting on the devil's moonlight
I've won this battle but I've lost the fight.

I beg tomorrow's sun to come
yet fear reproach from my loved ones
for I won't see tomorrow's light
I'll sleep the day and wake to night.

The tragedy is one and all
won't know I need the hungry side of the silver awl
and so in silence the full moon stings
and I now the wolf, begin to howl and sing.

Old evil one, up so high in the sky
retire soon or someone will surely die
and by my hand, I know it's true
There's a reason we werewolves always cry:
Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Deals In Hell By Dylan Paul

Beyond the Wraiths
in the mouth of hell
the dragons look hungry
and there's souls to sell.

They have the gold
and I have the greed
I'd sell them my soul
for a good mug of mead.

The Author's Dream

Atop the hills of Xanadu
My kingdom gave to you
the riches of a richer love
and all over a spectacular view.

I could reign down riches
like any mortal man
or I could give you love's delight
like only a lover can.

Not ever seen in reality
as reality is our prison
but only in our dreams
can we reach our true fruition.

A vision is my offering
and whatever I can to get it
my tongue tasted of the immortal spring
and now no mortal can wet it.

For now of my desire bears
the fruit of future dreams
life may not be the best for you
but dreams are always what they seem.

I feel your passions yearning
and I fear the wretched dark
without you there is fire
and the distant calling of a lark.

The lone, sad song of the whipperwill
and mourning doves crying alone,
if ever I should climb this hill
you might just have to throw me a bone.

The darkness now does come on fast
as liars in the dirt
but painted dolls beware me 'cause
I'm wearing love like a shirt.

I've yet to see the emerald isle
with you to face at the end
and forever and ever join me to be
my lover and my friend.

But dreams they do not carry
and I fear I'm bound to earth
for heaven is a step away
and hates my wretched birth.

So I would vye for its attention
and plead to give me you
but all I get are whispers
and the awful, wretched thruth.

Hokie

I realize my world is in its first upheaval
this town being this way almost doesn't seem real.
I roam my serenity looking at thier faces
those now without a home because thier mind races.

In only a day, thier world went upsidown
I do not know this place I used to call hometown
it's true that I have adopted this great land
but they looked to me for leadership stance.

I cannot imagine the pain you must have felt
but know that we Hokies have never been by ourselves

Why A Rose

For ev'ry rose, there's one like you-
perfection with a tint of red.
And it sticks to me like drying glue-
that's everything you've said.

What's in a rose that makes us sigh
and open with a lifted head-
as if I'd only bought you two
and given in to a comfy bed.

So on a quiet resting day
I question what I've said-
what's playing in my heart each day
might be a plague upon your head.

Would you be bold and tell me true
if something did upset?
I question you and lose each day
for questions that have lead

My mind into a bitter spot
and poisoned what I've fed
into your heart and mind alike
and into my upset head.

So for you alone, I buy a dozen
to please my restless thoughts-
I stop and plead with god each day
that a rose would be enough.

In everything I do, a rose
is what compensation leads to
to love, to live, to give a damn
for of ev'ry rose, there's one like you.

The Lilies of the Field

Through the forest of the untainted eye
and under the willow that hides the self
I paddled through the waterlillies there
and thanked god for my health.

The bounty of the cyclops vision
is that it is not blind to anything
it sees both out and through within
and to the table its understanding it brings.

And how do they neither spin nor toil
in nature's perfection alone
that makes them need for only thier soil
lillies can make a home.

What brings this man out to this field,
when he's not busy making his war?
Within himself and what he feels
are the rest things he does like a whore.

He sits upon a throne of thorns
and a bramble crown atop his head
So evening sets and he remembers scorn
and knows without lillies, he'd be dead.

I cross into the great unknown
as I dream with infinate bounds
I smell the lillies, this is truly home
as I hear the godly winds sound.

I am by no means Solemon
and by no means a king of old
nor am I the holy one
who truly can be so bold-

to say behold the lillies of the field
and the birds, how they neither toil nor spin
they let alone the loving sounds and drop thier shields
to let the true heart speak within.

I hear you call on winter nights
as the snow blows across the ground
I know you're there and that you love me too
you're the best thing for me, I've found.

God bless the winter nights and too
god bless the lillies, the heart of you.

The Death of Hope

The dawn fell to dusk again
Last night when I watched the battle.
Dawn said he tripped as dusk took aim
And knocked him from the saddle.

So every day they had this fight
Till last night when the stars never showed
The magic was gone and with it dawn
And that was all she wrote.

Now days go by with forgotten sunsets.
The dream of two riding off into the horizon
The lovers looking off the hill
Is gone and with it dawn.

I dreamed in nightmares of no setting sun
Just morning then night then the day was done
But today I saw the dawn again
And realized I'd never really lost my friend

She'd sit on the hill
Wait on the plains
And leave very quickly
When I never came.

Dusk was still there
Waiting for its time to shine
And all the while "dawn never came!" I'd whine.

And though she put on pretty heirs
I'd never really noticed that dawn was there



And so I lost what little I cared.