- Gray The Blue Sea - Tied with loose rope bumping into the docks silent sorrow in empty boats Once when I was nine years old I woke up out in the middle of the ocean With my head just at the water surface And one foot touching a lonely pole Underneath. Enough to keep breathing Bursting bubbles floating by and wondering aloud "Will one of them awaken myself from this endless conscious stream Or are they entrances to different dreams?" After desperatley grasping and to no avail I must have gone under and lost my wits Currents pushed me out well gone I woke up again sitting on the beach at dawn With bare feet playing in wet grey sand Wishing for some sign of life And I saw them bobbing under purple sky Bumping the dock, barely afloat Silent sorrow, in empty boats.
- Soul Wander - Activation ordered from above While the jubilation carriers on below the canopy of oak trees A joyous band of Merrymen dancing around burning human-copy prototpyes, half scorched man machine hybrids, data overflow released from fading blue eyes as breathing flame pulls the plug. And you know, I watched with disgust from a slight distance in the shade with my hood pulled right up crouching behind sun rays breaking through the skyline At that moment I took from out my pocket a single unit prayer capsule and held it out, humming to life in the palm of my hand. Just then the rain set in, clouds dripped down the mountain side and fear gripped the hearts of those forsaken mercenaries the moment I made my appearance. Before a blink of an eye their bodies ripped apart into myriad bits, an organic mess to say the least, blew out in every direction surrounding me. Sometimes I wish I was never trained this way but to whose side should one really belong? Off in the distance I hear a nightbird calling while the ferns and trees shook with the wrath of God Earth crumbled underfoot and the sky ripped in half
I love the title of Gray The Blue Sea and I know you have already told me it's a dream, but it has a very dreamlike personality. When I read it, it's almost like being lost in a painting that came to life, that's how it feels to me and I cant stop saying it I love "silent sorry, on empty boats"...
I love humming to life, it's just one of those feelings, that have not been named, this is the perfect description of it.
i loved Gray The Blue Sea. like Autentique said it felt like you are trapped in a painting that has come to life.
