Then The Shades

She peered in to the devils eyes

And saw innocence

Her questions answered

With sincerity

Answers

That would sow a grain of change in her mind

First The Form

Keys

We sat at the piano

Side by side, you and I

The metronome ticking

To keep me in time

The left hand path

At the tips of my fingers

A focus on rhythm

A root for the singer

Who sat there in silence

While learning to lead

As you lay down the melody

Thus planting the seed

Death Of An Inventor

There was a suicide in the family. Somewhere in my bloodline a man left behind his wife and five children during a time of deep depression. The youngest of the five children did not believe it to be suicide and until her dying day considered it to be an accident. She told me this in my younger years after I had explained to her that I was the only one left who was interested in her story.

She told me about her father and how he had invented a cinema screen that was perforated in such a manner that sound could travel through it without effecting the image being projected upon it. After investing in research and developing the screen he had put a patent on his invention. However a company took his invention, changed the shape of the holes slightly, put a patent of their own on it and put it on the market before he got his invention out in to the big wide world. This led him in to bankruptcy and shortly after he was found dead in the living room of the family home. Poisoned by an unlit gas fire.

Foundation

Upon what do you stand?

The Earth?

Your feet?

Others?

Life

Life. A cycle of sorts that differentiates from other cycles by its ability to evolve when its course is altered. An ability made possible by senses that can detect environment and energy, and an intellect that can process what these senses detect. An ability that creates self awareness, which in turn brings the notion of mortality. Life is thus a fight for survival and the key to this survival is understanding.

Cold Comforts

Disregard the surrounding chaos

Just focus on those mischievous eyes

There is a plan behind them

Where grey and white is all that matters

Where sparks bridge the void

With all the duality of an oculus

A third eye peers out from deep inside

Reaching and receiving in equal measures

Beyond the actions and reactions of feelings

And their poor judgement

N.O.C.

“Knowledge is power if you know how to keep a secret. Be wise and know when it is time to be the forth monkey. You can observe, discuss and listen but do not take action unless the secret is out.”

Little Devil

Her eyes

A glance from the void

A taste of infinity

Hypnotically deep

Holding within

A hint of divination

A memory to keep

Within the hidden arenas

Of the subconscious

Red

“Once you had my blood removed from your womb, you placed yourself beyond redemption.”