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• Chalice - Phil Keaggy
• Static - Chalice
• Portrait - Chalice
• Solitary Waves - Chalice
• Neuron - Chalice
• Vista - Chalice
• As Powder Turns To Dust - Chalice
• Abyss - Chalice
• An Illusion To The Temporary Real - Chalice
• Winter In The Desert Sky - Chalice
• To Death Betrothed - Chalice
• The Stigma Of An Age - Chalice
• The Jester's Banquet - Chalice
• Memorial Embers - Chalice
• Laisand Pandora - Chalice
• Interlunar Dreams - Chalice
• Child Of The Mantador - Chalice
• Catalepsy In Staccato Rain - Chalice
• The Amber Twilight - Chalice
• A Semblance Of Sanity - Chalice

The way to find our selves is in the fires of our
sorrow
Do we look around, expect to see the wind?
Could we prevent the trials that we face with each
tomorrow?
Can't we see this is the world were living in?
When suffering restores us, burns away the empty
shallowness
And softening the heart,
To be broken bread and poured out wine.
When it rains it pours, turns a life into a chalice;
There to nourish every soul one at a time.
We do wrong should we refuse to listen to the Master
Who went on before that we walk in His steps?
Before too long we run away...and running even faster,
We fail to see the promise that He kept.
And suffering restores us; burns away the empty
shallowness
And softening the heart
To be broken bread and poured out wine...
When it rains it pours; turns a life into a chalice;
There to nourish every soul one at a time.
To love is to be broken, but to love nothing and no
one,
We must close our own selves up, shut all the doors
And let no one in.
Locked within ourselves where it's safe and dark and
motionless
Where love will cease to be
And all the while the air is wearing thin…
…chalice
When suffering restores us, burns away the empty
shallowness,
And softening the heart, to be broken bread and poured
out wine...
When it rains it pours; turns a life into a chalice…
There to nourish every soul...

I had to face you again
I had to taste you once more
Alone
I had to hit that wall
With you as my mentor
And watch my wretched flesh rot
Inhaling the stench of regret
Feeling life stripped from my vertebrae
Free in my toxin vortex
Peak hour
Sewer Side
I had to face you again
I had to taste you once more
Alone
I had to hit that wall
With you as my mentor
Rising from the bile of today
I refrain from that touch

Do I only have conviction
When my opinion lives in isolation?
Is this portion of reality
A frail and tangential foundation?
Who mapped the course
To this quizzical, grotesque junction?
I can't romanticise these demons anymore
I can't serenade another empty balcony
I can't endure one more eve on this fetid ship
With the insincere bounty of a mutinous soul
The machine grinds ever on
With a radiance perceived by wretched eyes
That lead me home again when I'm blinded
By the truth within my lies
I can't romanticise these demons anymore
I can't serenade another empty balcony
I can't endure one more eve on this fetid ship

The change is made within an innocent breath
A veil around an existence
Accursed with a solitary death
Dancing a line of unending decline
Over chasms I knew not to be
A wave of emotions 'pon desolate oceans
That drown in a lust to be free
Though birds may sing it is oft unsure
Does the joy of life from their spirits stem?
To grace the skies yet shy away
From the eyes that most adore them
All that is hurt and all that is loved are one
Does the blood on these hands
Now dry in the heat of the sun?
Admist a sea of tranquility
Must I writhe on a desperate shore?
A spirit and mind no longer aligned
With an honour I cannot restore
Guilt shall feed the nightmares
That I slumber with this eve
Tomorrow I must walk among the shame
How sad it is, a mind that
Harboured such control and pride

I fear the path we walk is my decline
That greater deeds, through fate, I shan't perform
So long was spent defining how to shine
'Twas never learnt that rays are best when warm
To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence
My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me
Through every nightshade vision one can sense
Inherent in my art is to feed thee
Perhaps the path traversed shall never grow
Yet such conjecture is naught but sorrow
The greatest seed may yet be left to sow
Midnight brings us closer to the morrow
To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence
My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me
Through every nightshade vision one can sense
Inherent in my art is to feed thee
This phoenix I must fly into the sun

Never shall I love another earthborn face
And I (the knave, the fool) will stay inept
Condemned to forge a barren hell
To deify and then dispel
That summers' love....... in winters' rain I wept
At the vista on the edge of forever
Where the party is culminating thus
Iago deals a hand again
That I have not the wit to comprehend
Above all else our birthright to be shackled will remain
And paths we choose can only be so wide
To greener pastures hence?
(Who knows?)
The joker rocks the fence
But in pastures, green or barren, we abide
At this vista on the edge of forever
Where the party has culminated thus
The deified can now ascend
To where I've not the wit to comprehend
With the currency of damnation

When they finally claim you
All matter will cease, all dreams will expire
And with a dead angel's touch
And the loss of myself
The vapour will fade
Until the day that I join you
When you finally take yourself
Day will be night, all will be nothing
As the flickering candles that lit up our chess
Can burn no more
When the queen has fallen
Now I cower in this hollow room
Acutely aware that the time is approaching
When what I love above all else
Will be only my greatest memory
It's both tragic and symbolic
That in your darkest hour

Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron
How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone
How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of those bereaved
Funereal our lust, through an eternity conceived
This grim fa§ade of misery we never chose to share
Do not the spineless crumble when their backbone isn't there?
Tomorrow they will rise to find these remnants on the dew
And realize with downcast eyes the guilt they never knew
The dawn shall bring what lies beyond the shadows of our dreams
An end to misconceptions through a tragedy it seems
Alone we strive to greet the night as fates' benign embrace
Seduces from a sanctuary beyond the life we face
A love to curse this loveless earth, a weakness in a portal

Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead
Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions
For the sanguine expectations that embellished prior years
Are the fervent hopes now lost in imperfections
The emaciated soul seeks to conceptualize itself
In an illusion to the temporary real
Within, thus beyond, we segregate our spirits
From the probing hands that touch but cannot feel
Through cognitive dysfunction aspirations stay utopian
Like dying leaves that to their branch still hold
Unaware their will may yet delineate futility
They agitate a flame already cold
Plagued with trepidation through the volatile states
Foreordination links me to the now
For even if I sought escape I'd only leave despair

I decline April's fall
High time to refine and vacate
Still I'll miss such listless bliss
This path was the last recourse
Lucid hopes
Chaos merchants
Mingling thus
Socialise this conscience
Dream that dream
Spirits will employ
The slaughterhouse to guide you here
Nexus to hollow lies
Jaded is the ocean view
Redefine your anodyne
The company profits today
I imbibed
Every drop to survive
To keep alive
Lifeless wills that I scribed
Elucidate
When the depths take my hand
Blinded by the moment I claimed this mire
A refuge from amentia and an epoch of desire
Labouring alone beneath the mirror of the sky
Transcend this foul elixir
The firmament is nigh
I won't concede I am a relic of the damned
I have scribed
Every word to survive
To keep alive
Lifeless drops I've imbibed
Elucidate
When the depths free my hand
Blinded by the moment I claimed this mire
A refuge from amentia and an epoch of desire
Labouring alone beneath the mirror of the sky
Transcend this foul elixir
The firmament is nigh
I won't concede I am a relic of the damned
Time conceives you like a tide within the ocean's eye

Her mind engulfed with loathsome thoughts,the devil and dismay
The burden of lifes' theatre and the stage on which we play
Autumnal sun, no peace upon that burning, pale skin
Frustration writhes around her yet the pain, it writhes within
Amidst the roaming clouds her seething feelings slowly burn
In knowing that he placed above all others shan't return
For time will pass and never shall he come again to grace
The wondrous glow he once professed to see upon her face
To death betrothed
Her union now a myriad of lies
As dry in every way as burning sands
In midnights' cover he covets another
The all alluring vesper lover
Left every grain to filter through her hands
Alone again to reminisce of when her eyes were privy
To the grandeur that is morn of every day
Resplendent still, she walks in ghostly mists of those betrayed
To mourn encroaching dusk and self decay
To fade as light into the night, forever incomplete

As one we will embrace the dusk
Of times we all lament
For every aspiration lost
And every fortune spent
Such hellish thoughts relinquished
In the nightmares heaven sent
Reflecting on the obsolescent
Moments that we gauge
Embody what is life
Is just the stigma of an age
A monkey is the king
Of every kingdom in a cage
Exquisite is the maya
That pervades in every way
As life, the subtle prelude
To a posthumous display
Embraces like a lover, as a thief
It walks away
As babes we thread dimensions
Of an aged infinity
From a past bereft of vision
To the darkness do we flee
The monkey may be caged but tell me

One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss
Will abandon all reason to blend with decay
A banquet of fools in the lunatic season
The cards that I've dealt are so vulgar today
Enchanted with the flow
I swim these streams
Of tears
Once torn apart
That meet as one
To dwell beneath the eye in realms of dreams
And thrive within the shadows of the sun
It is through this I will drift empty handed
With a destiny sailing half mast
This sun, may it set on obscurity yet
And arise when the now is the past
I cannot recall why I'm taking a fall
I'm abandoning reason
This blend is decay
I dine with the fools in the lunatic season
The cards I've been dealt are the cards that I play
Enchanted with the flow
I swam these streams
Of tears
Once torn apart
That met as one
And dwelt beneath the eye in realms of dreams

Where once a naive child learnt the ropes of life and pain
An ashen path has forged to view those remnants with disdain
As leaves descending earthward are a seasonal display
Within those trees and subtle breeze I fell to grace today
Where once a sheltered boy had learnt the sadness of his past
An ashen path has forged to burn the memories at last
As snakes discard their fettered skin and carry on the same
Without that flesh the life is fresh, as though reborn again
Shadows of a candle once adorned
With ambiance beneath a dying flame
Unending is the grief so long alone
The crying light to death reborn again
Reborn again
Reborn again
Today the snakes lie naked
And the land's adorned with leaves
And I rest upon the sunset
With a soul that's learnt to breathe
Today I fell to grace
Amongst a thousand rising embers
Beneath the sky they fade and die

You see me hang my spirits high
My dirty linen's out to dry
I've sought not freedom nor espy
Placating reason in the rhyme
A vindication of my crime
To ridicule the most sublime
Is an art I wish to kill
Now I'm crowning new dementia
With the thorns of yesterday
Liaising pandora
Laureate of disarray
Each eye through blindness finds it's sight
Each peak through valleys finds it's height
Each wrong through nil can make a right
For nil will excavate that strain
Nor subjugate the caustic pain
The linen doused within the rain
Again and again and again...
Now I'm crowning new dementia
With the thorns of yesterday
Liaising pandora
Laureate of disarray
And I'm breathing in absentia
Through the thorns of every day
Liaising pandora

The night sky lights the fallen star
To hold us in it's grasp yet mock us from afar
As cancer holds us all askew
To mourn the dying now and start a life anew
The shadows move the moonless breeze
Across the lustrous shore
As flames engulf
The anechoic halls forevermore
In fields the night is but
A thousand interwoven beams
To close my eyes and never rise
From interlunar dreams
My dying moment's searing kiss
The final proclamation
Of what I'll never miss
Beneath infinity I see
The radiance within
And what I loathe in thee
How did the source of all things grand
Become a mortal tomb?
How did such sadness stem
From love embodied in the womb
From earth the night is like
A calling home, or so it seems
To close my eyes and never rise
From interlunar dreams
The futility of being,
The heavenly despair
The gushing smears of pain
At last unfurled
As crimson love expands
Around a now eternal stare
I dream alone

Thirteen years
Inside your play
To rise one day
And find you dead
The world had fled
With much unsaid
My last paternal kiss
Thirteen years
I missed your touch
I missed so much
A life unfurled
That hand you held
That child you hurled
Against a razor fence
In mine eyes such hate did shine
Devoid of knowledge, ill-defined
Nurtured in protective lies
There is no conquest in demise
Nineteen years
Outside your play
I broke that day
And rose to feel
The distance heal
Drift now in peace
My last paternal kiss
A life unfurled
That hand you held
That child you hurled

My better self was always born tomorrow
Though the wings of failed seraphs I would borrow
As nights became obsessed with introspection
The days a contravention of reflection
Within the I'd a stranger did I form
A lily on the waters of a storm
I always searched the mountain for the chasm
The catalepsy caught within the spasm
I can feel no more as this empty shell
I can feel no more as this empty shell
Delusions in the grandeur of the dawn

Darkness stretch these realms that taint me
On these sheets forever curled
She who drew the light from shadows
Never shall again be held...
Spectre of the idle hours
Rest upon this dying sun
We who touched the souls of all
In mortal life shall not be one
Life bereft of sight or reason
Save your gentle afterglow
I, beneath a placid dreaming
Cower when the soft winds blow
Cower for it's all I know
Mourning shall I slumber always
Rise to wish of dreams that mend
The agony of your departure
Will this sadness never end?
Evergreen immortal pasture
Whence you rest, a dream below?
Do you live in timeless love
Or shall your pain I never know?
One day shall we grace these skies
Entwined again forever held
Together in the amber twilight

A mighty and unprecedented thought
A vagrant memory from wilderness
Where the civil and the servant are sought
And tracing living death is frivolous
It's this I leave for you alone to press
Yet comprehension I doubt for myself
The cane that leads the blinded but a guess
This trivial barometer of health
A reckoning of sorts, 'twas left upon the shelf
A tectonic fault plagues the mind of man
The blameless shame of dreams undreamt within
I am the echoed conflict, not the span
The pleasure of the motive, then the sin
Stigmata is the shepherd of the skin
The cloak of greater chaos shields the sane
From inertia of the linear spin
The rupture of the twist imbibes the brain
From where I cast the cane, so too doth come your flame
A rooftop dungeon and jigsaw romance
Permeates the refuge of unreason
The conceptual conclave - change each stance
Through varied mutations of the season
By soul and mind conspiring to treason
To unify and segregate as one
Always is the remnant of a lesion
Out frailty inherent in the sun
The madness has been spun, our web design undone
On gaining sanity - we think alone
A mosaic of ancient hopes, we hold the chisel
But we dare not touch the stone
One cannot break the magic from the mould
Nor know the fate of dice that haven't rolled
Stack your unmatched driftwood upon the pyre
Then dare to think the madness is controlled
So as you pause, fool... bleeding from the wire
From where you lost the flame