WisdomEye

Don't dream of the never
Just dream of the ever
It might seem to be forever
Yet things burn away in embers

All lifelines are shaped
Not by design or fate
Only by choices made
And the quarrels faced

An eye on the path
A hand on the task
Fit for one's life dance
A joy to behold & prance

Winds of time revitalize
Birth and end all the time
One hears a moment's chime
Thus a quest is visualized

Everything at last satisfies
The limits of life one defies
Wisdom eye sees all time
And one hears a moment's chime

Don't dream of the never
Just dream of the ever
It might seem to be forever
Yet things burn away in embers

Mad

Is it a sickness or a malign gift?

You feel your mind in line

No remorse for the lives you sift

But to you it is not a sign

You won't realize that you're not alright

You're running out of time

Do you feel it teeming? It's your might

And you always feel that you are right

You're mad

It's no trick, feel your inner psycho break

You're mad

There's no dreaming, just a mental leak

You're mad

Inner feelings and you're contemplating

You're mad

You feel a freak and you're oh so scheming

You're mad

No concern for the people at stake

As your luck would have

You can't take it, your inner psycho breaks

You can't cry or laugh

Live the high life; it's all a fantasy

A healthy soul you'll never be

You're out of your mind and yet you see

The monster inside that you'll always be

You're mad

It's no trick, feel your inner psycho break

You're mad

There's no dreaming, just a mental leak

You're mad

Inner feelings and you're contemplating

You're mad

You feel a freak and you're oh so scheming

You're mad

There's no escaping

The life you're living

You live a life you're almost dreaming

You serve the man

It's not truth you demand

You have a hand in goring the land

You're mad

You're mad

You're mad

You're a mad man

It's no trick, feel your inner psycho break

You're mad

There's no dreaming, just a mental leak

You're mad

Inner feelings and you're contemplating

You're mad

You feel a freak and you're oh so scheming

You're mad

You're a mad man

Short-Lived Dream

You are sicker in blue

With glaring white and red stripes

Pearl stars break your hue

Cannot trust your wavy moves

And the crowd lingers on

The sparks in the sky

Light up your lives in song

Indifferent and not asking "why?"

Shout a clouded slogan

For you, the everyman

Yet you are not privy to

The psychopathic demands

A heretic collects a rock

And you de-stock it in shock

Pepper havens to slow them down

And you abuse that every day

I can't feel your peace

Keeping us on a tight leash

For the good of the folks

And no one sings folk

Must you shelve your goods

Extracted from once pristine woods?

Friendly neighbors are aside

Whom you cast aside like trash

I could only hope for you all

All this will be in sing-song

I'll make amends for you all

Some of you live lives so strong

Earn your welcome to gain a gift

A gift of none of your home's squalor

Yet this could cause a widening rift

Among the hawks who claim valor

You are still sicker in blue

With glaring white and red stripes

Pearl stars break your hue

And we cannot trust your wavy moves

You have felt a comforting dream

One that will soon break at the seams

And the red, white, and blue icon

Will fade and lives will carry on

The Song of the Radical

The quaking mass of angry hearts

Hungers for a vile war to start

You can appease them or tease them

But you're fair game in this cold season

The song of the radical

Beats in the distance

Rise of resistance

The song of the radical

Different reasons

In the same season

The song of the radical

The quaking mass of angry hearts

Demands the king's head in the hearth

A contradicting reign of terror arises

Of which the resistance it surprises

The song of the radical

Beats in the distance

Rise of resistance

The song of the radical

Different reasons

In the same season

The song of the radical

The quaking mass of angry hearts

Hungers for a vile war to start

You can appease them or tease them

But you're fair game in this cold season

The song of the radical

Beats in the distance

The song of the radical

Different reasons in the same season

Sickening Wrath of God

Split the seas
Depart the waves
See the dread
Crack the townstead
Many flee
All cannot see
Death that awaits
From vessels of hate

Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Bleeding At War

Need a fix
For vile tricks
Snearing bandits
Called by mandate
No gratification
Or salvation
Just a fierce death
From vessels of hate

Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Bleeding At War

Spell of Mars crumbles the ground
Light of Stars all around
Spell of Mars crumbles the ground
Light of Stars all around

Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Bleeding At War

Paradise is here when it's my voice you hear

One of my goals in life is to make music of my own. However that is accomplished is left to the situations that unfold before me. I could use FruityLoops Studio (Aired Producer Edition, which I have on my machine), or I could get in touch with people who play various instruments. One problem may arise in my goal, however; I would be the sole idealist. Call me a lyric-hog (as you can see I have over a dozen of them in my gallery), but I like the thought of writing lyrical material for a music project.

Being a moody listener for the most part (yes, I know I started this sentence with a gerund, but bear with me here), I think it would definitely show in any music I'd make. So basically, I wouldn't really care about instruments being highly pronounced just for the sake of it; I would want to put the listener in a mood. I want the listener to be able to picture what I am trying to display in lyrics and through the musical notes in the tune. That's something I absolutely revere in music, and I don't think there's anybody who would disagree.

The musical group would be an Experimental/Alternative Rock/Modern Metal band, and I should definitely put stress on the Experimental label. To me, that label is truly what it's dictionary definition is, experimenting. That's what I would do with my music; I'd want to experiment with anything. Perhaps, no one song, or album, would be similar in any aspect. Well, I wouldn't want to completely alienate a listener by having each and every song completely different from one another, but that's left to producing the songs I've so-far written in the first place.

I'd like to get the ball rolling first, though, and I think my approach would involve doing the vocals first. I'll invest in a studio-quality microphone and see what I can do. I want the rest of the music to revolve around my singing. For music that involves vocals and beats, those two elements usually are the first things that the other instruments (bass, guitar, rhythm guitar, etc.) are then built from.

Anyway, I'll keep you all posted on when I get the vocal tracks going.

Keep on mutating,
Twisted Mutant Bearman