seeyat

Dreaming designs us within the limitless expanse… falling
Breathing defines us, embrace life with our hands… calling
Something greater, something more… what have we in store
Created by the moments we guide with actions taken
None so perfect, oft mistaken

My abilities only within the words I spread upon the pages of memory
Setting hearts and minds wandering through the distances and seas
This again, not as fluent as a thought, the candle put out
Always was as it will be, I am not in the mind to wait and wonder
My compasion in this fashion set aside to see the storm goes under
Your mind, not mine, it's known now as I lose myself to your words
I believe in you so much this time to chronicle what's heard
Inside forever now from this undoubted shouting fit
Once bitten then removed from mouths so willing to commit
I'll be this man, forever there to lend a helping hand
Though it may not be always in my power to command
Your hearts forever open as I care to be your guide
No more shall this portrayal of a man be what I hide

Not of mind, but of heart... this art
Never to see what you meant for me
Not by choice, still hear the screaming in my voice
Get up, Neo
You must be free, I know this cannot be
How could they do such damage to thee
The one we knew, the one we know we do
I am in love only with the moment that passes
The dream once held, never seen
Undeniable, this dream
What I wish to do, what I wish to see
Detached from my reality
All the sacred hearts within my mind
Unable to find the words to explain the pain caused by hiding
Visit the world perhaps to try
I know not why I fight myself
Leave no trace, a ghostly face
Time for tea, for me as I will be resting until
Until the land opens for us to see

Can't put a finger on it, thoughts that hold
Never want to let go of it, bought and sold
Still can't move beyond, like a fear
Our souls are being conned, keeps us here
Here is a place in the mind, something to find
Nothing more than traces left behind
We wish for wonderous things to meet our eyes
When the real moments bring confused reprise
Reaching for a quick fix to the numb the pain
Never knowing what could be for love to gain
Jaded by these seconds on the hours
Unphased by passerby, holding flowers
Love is not a word, not a confession to be heard
Life within the breeze, the trees, and birds
Wonder and awe, seeing more than we could ever understand
These beautiful things beyond the reach of trembling hands
Emotionally broke as we're blankly staring down
Freely spoken words tied and bound
Open your eyes, your hearts to the world
Witness the wind and leaves as they are swirled
Holding on to the moment, no time to let go
Something to grow, reliving it to show
These are the moments to know

Confined within this coffin state
unaccustomed to such a fate
Not when there is choice for I wish to hear a voice
Alone is not lonely, or could it not be, unsure
This sickness and the rain, agony endured
Surely there is more to do, so many rooms
I think of things to pass the time, nothing here
My heart begging to reach out, a social drought
Wet is the ground I have found, the sky begins to cry
As a tear leaves my own eye there is less now
I stare blankly at this screen, hoping to daydream
Understanding the passion behind words must scream
Fate tempted by this longing to be more
Reaching these shores that I have always wished for
Heavy hearts, weeping in the rain
No, I will not cause you pain, for you must know
You are the ones for whom my heart does grow
I dream of great things, as do many, as do all
Such light can shine as colors of the fall
We are where the dream becomes a cause
Humanity enduring natures laws
A beautiful ballet of helping hands
Remembering the beauty in this world could be set free
Who can I be, I wish to see

For one or many
Why can the many not be seen
By many as one
Where love places itself so deeply
The hearts of man, the light we seek
Hearts that outshine the sun
Unbroken, unspoken bonds as they hold one another
Cherish the moments as though soon lost forever
As before, what could be done
We are so few for so many
Our strength is finite, still trying
Alive among the dying
Alone, prepared for flying
To believe this could change
Aware of the world, viewing it as strange
Wings cut away, removed kindly
For they could be torn
Softly set upon the ground
Among the stones so weathered and worn
Covered in leaves, never to be found
To this earthly realm, bound so tightly
Unable to fight, we exist daily and nightly
Attempting to spread hope with all we are
Will peace be found, could we ever get that far
Soon to see, for all that is and ever could be
Love to be set free, within the sea
An ocean I see before me

  I'm here listening to frakking Kidneythieves and thinking... "This is awesome. Why can't people appreciate music for its creative influence." and I miss that. Bruce Somers delivers a percussion-focused rock in a melodic/rhythmic sense, heavily reliant on electronics most but all is likely possible with a kit. The guitar is light and takes less attention when desired from the deeply apparent ambient synthesizers. The singer Free Dominguez, demands attention during most of her singing but when she wants to fall back in priority, her voice is softened and actually sounds distant. There are soft, reverberating vocals and hints of piano throughout the album Taxicab Messiah, as well as the use of violins and it all comes together to create a deeply thought-provoking and slightly disturbing musical experience falling under the category of light industrial music and it could easily be considered a good way to take a step into industrial music.

  I highly suggest you take a listen and see for yourself. There are strong lyrics and language used and hints of a subdued solitude that to me, actually reminds me of how the world is. There is no life without inherent loneliness at times. You can also find strength and determination, so there is no shortage of reasons to take a few minutes to listen to some tracks or maybe play through an album to form a solid opinion.

  Be Love
~Bryan

Defiantly describe to me this battlefield you face
Make haste with your description, not a word can go to waste
For all the unmade memories we've yet to have misplaced
You've died so many times, you've bled and made your case

Skies so blue reflected rays of sunlight in the clouds
Do things in ways that scream so silently that you are proud
Break through the faulted stars that glisten secretly so loud
Undying in their dedicated task to pierce this shroud

I've known you well before the moments placed before our eyes
This present gift of time defies the cries I hear that pry
Inside a twisted memory decaying as it ties
I'll someday reach a precipice that holds before it dies

When moments free of doubt have given forth a life so pure
And all the truth inside us tells us we can now be sure
Your smile is a reminder and your pain I do endure
So quickly does it torture me upon my journey's tour

Clearly, this reality is better than their dream
As we are all susceptible to faith in what we gleam
Where purity of heart can bleed through, bursting at the seems
The war that rages on with those we once called on for steam

This power that defies all odds, all gods, as it is love
The one and only movement we should surely hold above
Your peace, your pale reality can feel like a shove
Though just for now I do believe your hands should don a glove

By knowing there is something broken in this unknown time
A missing piece, and extra phrase that crowds a perfect rhyme
I know you can find comfort knowing there was just an extra dime
A step within the ladder that we very few must climb

It's days of broken chaos that remind us where we stand
These days of deep reflection when it's wrong to just hold hands
Where hugs and holds and love so bold have all been roughly banned
Call on your thoughts and memories that could be deemed a brand

So all the world around you can be bettered by your voice
Be proud, sing loud and tear the shroud, defiance is a choice
The pain they'll cause by holding back the laughter heard as noise
I beg you, let this fear of life be lost again, as we all should stand at poise

We are one to love, to hold so far above, pure of heart, ready to dance
We must wait for this moment to be seen, to take our chance
Until then, sing, sing loud for all to hear, without fear, that is my stance
For so many are just passers-by whom we spare a second glance

Never hide from the unknown, embrace it
Look into its eyes and choose to face it
Love can be a gift from those you choose
The enemy, in hatred, forced to lose
Confusion in the words you mean to lift
Without them, there is no honest, precious gift
A real meaning to who you are, let that be known
The smile, the laughter, tears and how you've grown
All the days that pass with heart in hand
Giving it to strangers, cross the land
Perhaps attempting safety from itself
The unknown places, thoughts upon a shelf
A hidden and divided crowd of crows
Only one, in truth, will ever know
They choose to fight a war with other's words
Never was it them, the trust endured
Do not become the one who takes an image
Decide's it's what he wants and starts the scrimmage
Disposable memories tossed to the wind
Always; more than everything begins
Memories to be created, moments awaited
God's gifts in the love you perceive as fated
A kinder heart, permanence, beautiful
Because there is nothing more terrible, more horrible
Than losing a memory you could have cherished
When the moment you've forgotten, since has perished
You cannot know, never decide until doubt has died
Become something of yourself, never hide

There are facts within the figures built by lies
The hidden ones that form our second lives
There is no equal person to ourselves
Though there are so many objects we could sell
Remove what you have had so many years
Allow the ones who force you into tears
To take what you have needed all this time
To keep you from the reason for your rhymes
Your hope, your faith and all that's in between
Become your own illusion, so it seems
I know what I must have but, then I don't
The men so high above don't wish for hope
They never knew what consequence it brought
Only disapproval of what's saught
It's true that we are not the sum of things
Of clothing or of objects, they don't sing
Just understand that demons still have wings
For they cause such terrible deformities
All that I have now is what is known
The devils taking sides and what was sewn
So many, many years ago, it's known
God grant me the serenity to accept being my own clone
What they can never take away, what will always stay
Is so very many years of every day