Tryptophan
[Act 1; Of Slumber]
There's a land where troubles don't exist, though shortly that recedes
As a memoir of my slumber state which morning's wrath besieged;
Thus, I lust the tune which Umber'd play and lull me back asleep
Now people notice, even under day's patrol, he's basked in dream
Catching Z's, caught when I'm conscious; someone told me that's extreme
Counting minutes as the clock-ticks, but it's only passin' three
New-found attention in my watch-wrist, 'cause as lonely as it seems
I've a companion in that zodiac regime
See, as the seconds flicker by, horizons pan to black from blue
Some accustom to the skies, but we, as Cancers have the moon
Whisperin' to us, "Close your eyes," until I am, at last consumed
I should've known to no surprise, we walk this land's expanse subdued
Wanderin' astray through a mirage of Paradise that seems so real
When we bathe in dream's ambrosia streams and seas of daffodils
Feast from their nectar to appease, an emptiness that we don't feel
Until Luna makes her retreat, and reality's factored still
Still my mind clings to those sweet saccharine fields; cloud by its lurking haze
A sensation that I'm still dreaming, even during day
Except that dream's become a nightmare that I yearn escape;
Keeping curtains hanged, 'cause the blinds perish thy burning rays
* * *
Once more, I'm mourning for Night's absence; thirst for her embrace
Woke up this morning and time-passed since, all my lusts condemn
For I'm too focused, fiending the fruit of the serpent's taste
Fair-warned nightfall tonight, I just might not wake up again
'Cause I don't ask whether my doting is condoning
I'm left dozing from a dosage of a dozen hundred-miligrams
I just know I need somewhere to chill; to take a trip to fan
And so I take a little Tryptophan
[Act 2; Of Ideal]
Ink bleeds into beasts as the pen is jotting schemes;
I re-read what I've brought to being, heed each sentence caught in dreams
Honestly deemed, I wish what I'd written depicted conscious things
Not only reveries I give image, when I'm in this lost ravine
Given expression is a freedom, and a feeling artists need
But it's repressed, because I've witnessed how my visions are decieved;
How my perspective is so fixed-in, that what's real is gone unseen
Now I'm obsessed with the consensus to a fence's hopping sheep
Modus operandi struggles, of one bound to fantasizing blues
Who paints settings with dreamer's eyes; believes the canvas lie is true
Concieves distorted portraits, nothing like the land's horizon view
And yet, its word is breathed through each vignette I am reciting to
Another side tells me: There's nothing wrong with chimeras expressed;
That I've no heart without these lusts- that they're the light-bearer; accept
That I've no soul without their touch- their need is like heroin, yes!
I've breathed the reason that I breathe, which means my prime error's regret
Telling me: I can tell- you feel you've fallen to Typhon's cell
You're trapped to all your fantasies; they've wrought your mind and sight repelled
But they've shed you their light amidst the darkness; your Orion's Belt
They've freed you, can't you see? The only entrapment, is life itself!
Yet even deep inside, that side couldn't say I've an honest quill
I'm mad at every inked sentence spurt from my feather; thoughts instilled
But I'm not mad, because I've been grant so madly obsessed with dreams,
But by the fact, no matter how I will them true.. they aren't real
* * *
Because of that, I hate everything bled out by the ink's account
Those words were from my heart, and now my heart is fucking bleeding out
But so much blood's being flown, nothing's left of me from the ceased amount;
Conscious eased-out my mind.. pinned-down under beasts of the sleeping bout
For dreams on my dome I've been doting, grant condolence
By condoning I'm left dozing from each anecdote; my wishes grant
Let me indulge within a dosage; don't antidote me from distant lands
'O, I just need a little Tryptophan
--
Ballad Of The Northern Lights
* * *
And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left
Where the stream of light that's known as the Aurora Borealis
Beaconed bright over the northern fjord surroundin' shimmers fro
And the glow to sheets of white tonin' a warmer morning balance
Breaches night, lull of a laureled story's ballad then unfolds;
With a soul, who should've been sleeping; see, the cold keeps him restless
Yet warmth of the sky's scarlet, emeraldish-gold gleamin' presence
Falls over him like a blanket, making sanctum from his anguish;
Embracing its cadence takes him from the Pole's freezing deathgrip
Like the feeling of a live and breathing soul reaching Heaven
Burning away restraints, and holds, of frosted snow he's been fledged with
Absorbed in its sheer fluorescence, as his woes feast in ecsta-
sy's Depression-ensheathing sheets wove of hope, dream and zest bliss
For this frozen oceanshore, where Winters seldom show remorse
Their aureate sight supports a torch; beaconed bright, offering force
Heat ignites, hearts're endorsed, and even night's darkness is shunned
For a peacock's feathers paint the looming rays of Luna's lungs
Exhaling the Sun's vibrance, 'til her breath ceases at dawn
As he fights his weary eyelids, will-surpressed sleep is prolonged
But anything, to stay awake, and marvel, for tonight
Under those dancing Northern Lights,
'O what a sight
Sitting beside it while it shimmers fro is so inspiring;
Flickering skies enticing him to loathing closing his eyelids
Dance; so indulged inside its moment, time is frozen by its
Trance, and his old desire's form of flying molds his spine and
Stance; as he arches upward he howls, but not 'cause of the pain
But 'cause he calls out to the Lights, he's freed what was restrained
Sprouting out his back, a set of wings is outstretched
He spreads their magnificence, and extends a reach without breadth
Then takes off; what was once the distant-beauty which he used to only
Gaze on, he'll soon dance with 'til they've ceded by the hues of morning's
Late dawn; through majestic streams of essence breathed from Luna's soul, he
Stays strong, 'cause their coalescence ain't long, 'long as he's kept this
Same song by his heart, the beat'll lift him up when cumbered;
Rhythm gives him reason why his wings should fight fatigue and flutter
Winter's grip secedes as choirs sing beside the freezin' Tundra;
It's a blessing, like a stray fallen to the open arms which mothered
He hugs her; to endure is self-assured by what her chorus cites,
"You'll feel no pain, or heel your chains, or any sorta strife
'Long as you soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight";
Under those prancing Northern Lights,
For just tonight
Being alone, watching her dance hither such,
He thus advanced through the expanse, offering his hand's tender touch
Folding his arms around her shoulders like she did when he was colder
Then he told her, "We're both loners, and I can't render much
To repay you; what I can do is hold you close until you say so
See, I know you're fond of dancing, and know it takes two to tango
So- I ask you permission, if it'd be all right, for if
You'd took my clench, and we'd step to until the dawn strikes mornin'"
She mourns her sense of bliss; woe revealing this lonely feeling,
Whispering, "What you ask me is my only willing; hold me 'til receding hours
When morning's hilt ensheathes and towers our ebon-soaked refuge
And need permission not, for I've been blessed, for stepping close to you
Your subtle touch soothéd my spirit; slowly mends whatever gash
Let your frorn endeavors fade from flame my sparkling beacon casts;
Let the Arctic region's farthest reaches wither woes which passed
And 'til tomorrow's surfaced, treat our night tonight like it's our last"
So they dance, to the ballad's chorus creatures of the frorn recite;
Singing a song across the Winters, as the wolves're smite
Treating the night like it's his last, the soul, who holds her tight
Over those glancing Northern Lights;
Those lust for flight
They gather 'round howling together, muzzles toward the moon;
Even Heaven's ears are pierced by chorus that these wolves sing
The soul heeds to the words emitted through the chorus interlude,
Which spoke of how they yearned to dance with them, and grow their own wings
He remembers being like these other wolves; a stray, abound alone
Who'd marvel at the Northern Lights, with other gazers down below
Then learned to make the pain ease; embraced his will and made wings
So, in hope that every gazer and dreamer could do the same thing,
He says to them, "By woe, your will is clouded still
Try to imagine Heaven's bliss, and get a sense of how it feels;
See, if you forget about the coldness of the northern fjord surroundin'
You can extend your wings, and dance with thee, Aurora Borealis"
And they listen; and they let go of their woes and any sorta strife
Forging their freedom from the führer, frorn of former life
Just for tonight, their wings are outstretched, and it's down-fetched
For the souls of wolves to soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight
The first wolf, and every soul which was alone alike;
Laughing with eachother while they prance, and hold her tight
Their little feet step to the left, and then step toward the right,
Dancing with the Northern Lights
*Laugh*
And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left
To the Ballad..
To the Ballad!..
To the Ballad Of The Northern Lights
Metamorphosis
* * *
Caterpillar of June, your metamorphosis soon
Just picture early July, a butterfly from a cocoon
Mother's rise up from her womb, summer skies to flutter through
The sun defining wondrous hues of color bright-umber maroon
Tinted wings under the noon; set over your speckles love
Same pattern that courses through, the coat of the leopard cub
Though a modest cub alone conceals his pride, mother knows
Him and his brothers grow, to out-shine the sun a million times
The brightest of sons; blessed and born with a brilliant mind
The flicker of serpent toungues, and jealous reptilian eyes
Don't phase him- no he's not sized, up by their silly disguise
They try simulating his hide; true colors, chameleons hide
How they yearn to see the shine of her pure and genuine scales
Hidden more as her outside cover forms ambiguous tales
Telling Shieks she's so majestic; shown respected by the Kings
But all to see's, a soul repressed in the holds of sinewless shell
Feeling naked without her cheetah's pelt
'O little lizard, just be yourself
* * *
Wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille
You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis unfolds
* * *
There's nothing out of your reach, 'O joey koala bear
One day you'll climb up those trees, and won't need'ya momma there
Or cling along ensnared, around her belly to peak the Eucalyptus;
One of seasoned-will, to Spring until the leaves of Autumn fare
By then, I bid you fare-well; both you and chickadee too
Who can finally fiend for himself, and leave his rickety roost
Where mother taught him the ropes; showed him how to use his wings
And sail the sky's saluted seas, of an endless entity blue
Within serenity's view; the vultures, they seem surprised
They can't believe that they've seen, such a smaller being survive
In a wind dominion which thrives with low prey when predators lurk
And the tits ascended this high as voracious Emperors perch
Couldn't possibly stand a chance; wouldn't author a second glance
But he's no longer marked as prey, because his momma sparked his flame
Like the young dragon respires, when his lungs lavish with fire
Whether a rider or a kaiser, know he's gotta harness reign
Though your name, 'O little dragon, many question exists;
You can breathe life to your legend and myth
Show them the genuine hue, that construes your very scales
Shining too true to be viewed as consumed of fairy tale
Beauties you've barely dwelled; blesséd you're still a youngin'
Still yet to every swell, sense of what you're becomin'
Either they'll show you praise, blazing their wooden trumpets
Or hate your belly blaze; flame that they couldn't stomach
But never hide it, seeing 'em blinded by your brilliance
'O no- Just press'ya pride and, be reminded by chameleon;
* * *
To wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille
You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis..
Unfolds.
0:11
I live a life of major ambitions, and over-zealous schemes
Visions of taking ascendance once I grow a set of wings
Pour my heart into these compositions no one ever sees
But I'm hoping that one day I'll soar with those angelic beings
In the sky, with my hands extended high, 'till I die
Thoughts of jumping from this cliff, asking myself, "Will I fly?"
Could I soar up to the clouds, overlook the oceans proud
And be bestowed the golden crown; it's implausible, still I try
Take a dive; try to float away where things're lookin' better
Stretch a set of wings so far an eagle couldn't measure
Fantasies I like to see as glimpses of the future
I'm stuck in this state of numbness, no resistance from the stupor
They call me the Second Icarus, fluorescence I yearn
Legend says I'll try to fly up to the heavens and burn
I couldn't help myself but try to touch Apollo's Chariot
They say the dream can live today, but come tomorrow, bury it
Dig a twelve-foot hole and throw it in; forget your virtue
Drown pain with acceptance so that it would never hurt you
But I tell them they don't understand I'm made to grip the Sun
They say, You ain't the one, you descended from Daedalus' son
And so I jump; taking lift-off from this broken cliff forever
Don't know where I'm going, I'm just floatin' with the weather
Let my spirit break its prison by condonin' its oppressor
Me and Icarus are said to die in ocean mists together
So there's nothing left for me but to pursue this legacy
Let the wax erode away or take a Duel with Destiny
Destiny's telling me I'll be, by fate, consumed in Seven Seas
But in my side of the story, the fable grew and spread his wings
Ahh.. Now I'm floating, floating so high
I know I want to be here but I don't remember why
Tryna touch the sun during a solstice in the sky
It's said I share its fate in stone, as both our golden embers rise
I stay condoning sinner's pride, my nature's grown to bigger size
I aim to take the rule of kings, I claim the throne when Simba dies
If the legend's right, I'll take the flame alone and hit the tides
But I'm happy to greet my relative with death 'cus I ain't shy
In the mean-time, I'm free of all these worries that I've yet to see
Looking to Earth and all the birdies in the freshest breeze
Higher than Everest peaks, the messiahs and shepherds see
I'm comprised of angelic breed, and the choirs have yet to sing
But let them voice their hymns, chant its endeavor
And bless the sin tempted by serpents bearing amethyst sceptres
I step close to accept its shining diamonds, emeralds and rubies
The gem's intent is of Etna to Typhon, it'll consume me
Swallow me like my cousin covered under sea floors
For old time's sake, through tide's wake, we hover Greece shores
There's no denyin' fate, so why wait, let thunder bring storm
But never height break, let flight take, a couple feet more
Let the wind favor my troubles, for a day, to grip the cosmos
Climb up to the diving board, and take a dip tomorrow
Not before my fingers meet to seize the flaming sun
The very thing that brought me here, my wings're breaking from
A flame, melting my wings the more I'm pressing skyward
So close to the Sun, I exhale and the breath is fire
They call me the Second Icarus, I said, I want it all
Now part of me fades away, and I just hope that I don't fall