The Alchemy Index: The Sky is Falling (Air)

The Alchemy Index: Broken Lungs (Air)

The Alchemy Index: Kings Upon the Main (Water)

Namaste

Namaste,
Songs flow from where the motherland is greater than Heaven,
Out emerges a cacophony of broken hearts and stories,
To honor their existence so they will not disappear.

Namaste,
The taste of the Himalayas,
Nine Jewels,
Five Elements,
They fill the soul and spirit,
To express the purpose of peace.

Namaste,
Though they roam in circles in the streets,
We give bread and water to their society.
When they go to give their last breath,
Will there be one to honor their life and death?

Namaste,
We bow to you,
For we are grateful of the blood
That carries the nutrients of this world.

Namaste,
That shrilling cry under the city moon,
The City of Fog's streets looms
With those finding a home.

Namaste,
Let there be a salutation to you,
For those who have lived a faithful life to choose.

Namaste.

(Dedicated to those who serve faithfully every Tuesday at Civic Center for Curry Without Worry to  feed the homeless, thank you.) 

November's calling

They look from outside,
A world perceived through their eyes,
This light brings new life...

Life in a snow-globe,
As We are shaken by time,
Only if we knew...

A new perspective,
I feel it rise in my soul,
November's calling.

A Train Ries North

A train rides north,
As it has done for centuries.
The train passes through cities,
And various farms and factories.

A train rides north,
There is a man,
Who wants to restart his life,
Wherever the tracks take him is his plan.

A train rides north,
A child in the park waves,
For he is unaware,
Of the misery his future saves.

A train rides north,
Through the window we look out.
We see a new view,
Of the world that is about.

A train rides north,
Through the mountain and trees,
Watching as the paintbrush moves,
Over its majestical pleasantries.

A train rides north,
Without it we are lost in the cold.
Take up your warm soul,
And your beautiful life behold!

A train rides north...

Sludge

Sludge flows through the southern marshes.
Created by stagnant water collected from northern factories.
Alligators and wasps roam amongst the wetlands hands,
Feeding on any unsuspecting victims in the dark forest.

Sludge flows under waves and currents of the sea.
An oceanic buildup of decayed flesh and waste.
Inside the divingbell, we explore its mystery of weight.
Pressure builds up in us, crushing our brains into dust.

Sludge flows amongst the celestial stars.
Space junk circumferences on our distant planet a far.
In the absence of light, infinite mass compacts into a dark void,
For as the universe expands, once again it shall contract.

Sludge flows in the depths of the subterranean metropolis.
Chemicals, cigarettes, and false idols we toss below.
Beneath a beggar emerges above in search of food,
For he knows his death is near and shall return to the world.

Sludge flows as synaptic brain processes.
Trillions of neurons charge through our minds,
There exists no absoluteness of virtue, for we are all human,
Non-intentional entities that we cannot comprehend.

The explanation of Sludge we cannot define.