Smoke And Mirrors



The stage beckons you back.
Flooded with lights but your soul silhouetted,
Faces filled with conviction, but spirits that slowly weaken.
The crowd goes wild.

Adrenaline pumped like an amp
In overdrive, distortion turned up to
Eleven. Where at that same hour you know you meant
To tell them that this is who you are.
The crowd goes wild.

The night is over,
Left for you to remember.
Maybe some day they'll understand.
But until then this you can savour.
The crowd goes wild.





















Sorry for the really blurry pictures, it doesn't really do justice to the event.

viewed from here,
2'2"

Holding On



In vast spaces of black,
Everything else is filled with lack,
Simple signs of weakness show
Louder, when they in darkness glow.
Nothing seems more present than
Nothing.

Yet,
Things not seen can't help but gleam,
When on such like these you can lean,
Bringing burden upon this one,
Where willingly it's deemed gone.
The greatest present for the
Present.

the view from here,
2'2"