Omnio?

[Pre]. . These eyes, do you hide behind. these cold blue eyes?. I know I want to know. This light, driven by the pale blue skies. I go where to go. Despised, and driven by.

Mourning The Death Of Aase

Let There Be More Light

[Roger Waters, 1968]. . Far, far, far away - way. People heard him say - say. I will find a way - way. There will come a day - day. Something will be done..

Karmakosmik

Waiting is been. Waiting for a word. I Never heard. A word that lie in. between the lines. Of a poem that died. Seconds before it materialized. Like a foreign sound from.

Kairos!

The moment that your senses play a part. - when all of them caress a new impression. Somewhere deep within your heart. like qualities of permanent obsession.

Ion

Here I am. Back again to save you. I am the incarnation of all that is pure. Of all that is you. The island in your ocean so cruel. I am warmth. Your guiding star and the wheel in your car.

In The Woods...

Prologue. . Pagan myths from the deep, eternal forests.. A true malancholic atmosphere,. Haunts this hidden world.. Where men, for hundreds of years,.

If It's In You

Yes I'm thinking of this, yes I am. Puddle town, Tom was the. Underground. Hold you tighter, so close yes. You are. Please hold on to the steel. Rail.

I Am Your Flesh

My eyes are closed. I feel alone. there is something inside me. dripping and screaming. . how can I feel love. when love was something. I never had?. .

Heart Of The Ages

The surrounding walls for yet unknown qualities.. Have you ever been gifted to watch upon them?. Or the elements, so oppressive, but still not known..

Generally More Worried Than Married

What is addiction with absence of drug. What is grey without the presence of white. Days remain hollow with absence of night. . When I fell into my absence and knew.

Epitaph

[King Crimson, 1969]. . The wall on which the prophets wrote. Is cracking at the seams.. Upon the instruments of death. The sunlight brightly gleams..

Empty Room

An empty room. What are we living for. It is for you. It is for me. Another weak soul. -why is it so hard. Is home far from here. Can you tell me. Whar are we living for.

Dead Man's Creek

We've got electric light - electric sight. Electric mother river. You float on down from town to town where they. Think they are in a certain charge. Moody angels and a little tree-goat.

Creations Of An Ancient Shape

See this form of darkness. and search its endless feast. Floating through this storm. immortal histories. . Cold and destructive. Wisdom which hailed from the north.

Creation Of An Ancient Shape

See this form of darkness. and search its endless feast. Floating through this storm. immortal histories. . Cold and destructive. Wisdom which hailed from the north.

Closing In

Where there used to be a wax-candle. Blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man. Working in the shadows of a midnight land. Where words were sealed with feathers on.

Child Of Universal Tounge

(...And All This From Which Was And Will Never Come Again...). . Come with me, yes let us make our journey. Tread over the treshold to enter this world.

Child Of Universal Tongue

It's so strange, and yet so simple. Written on a piece of paper aeons ago. And in years to come,. I will be someone else. But still the same ever changing.

Cell

I want to flee. A pause from the dim. Where are the thought that I saved?. Trapped in an old silent film. . They runned the usual tests. Tiny, tiny veins.