Background instrumental for Gods of Excess.
The recordings with the vocals are cursed and I hope you didn't hear them the few hours they were up.

Gods of Excess - instrumental

In the night when things are dark,
They stand above you.
With masks on their faces 
They are not what they seem to be.
In one instant - a flash - you will understand.
Do not try
The darkness hides them
You have the Light

Darkness hides them 
You have the Light

These faces are those they have seen
and are showing you.
These monsters - of the shapable self
They are at your command.

Become your inspiration.
You've got to become your inspiration
because you can.
You can't hold a light up to the Light.


You have the Light


I.
The creatures use their hunger without thought.
Blood is in their eyes, and on their teeth.
They drink the water and eat the flesh:
urinate, defecate to mark their space,
and wars are waged for forgotten reasons.

II.
You now reshape the image others see.
You have learned to survive by dying.
The gift has been given. The marriage is complete,
the fire and the circle.

III.
Like a web I am.
Through the vine, like a lighting bolt,
I am like a backward wind.
Like a wave, I move without moving;
Like a memory, I do not exist.


Revelation

I went back one day.
I was writing a letter to my family on September 11th, 2001, and the events began unfolding as I was writing. The story is told as it happened, expressing the shock, panic, outrage, and grief - Worry, fearing possible futures, but determined to make the future more meaningful. Scarred and searching alongside the children for normality and hope amidst the ruins of human civility.

Letter to my family

 Time clicks 
      Speeding up and slowing down with the grace of the top of the sea
      shudders in it's globe, it's shivering response to the presence of the 
      brighter faster brighter
      I can hold it in my hand and look at it as it spins
      making curved figure 8's and exchanging it's glory with what's around it, 
      a doorway
      and that's just from the inside.
      From inside the grid
      take away the grid and it's more like a spray of water or fire
      alive and wild
      laughing backward 
      inhaling it's forgotten state
      where 
      eyesight moves like smoke or snakes
      like breath holding in it's attention the shape it's observing,
      even when the instant has changed, stll lingering, clothed in form
      with smoky trails drawn into something cooler
      another chance to be reborn tugs like a baby's heartbeat

Chrysalis


Before I met you I was waiting
alone you left me ages ago
I'll open up my door
and I'll let you in again

Before I met you I was waiting
I know you're out there looking for me again
Life is not the beginning
Death is not the end

I'll give to you my soul
Piece by piece
the way you take it now
the way you left it then

I looked into your eyes
and was blinded by your light

I heard the caution in my mind
I felt the weight inside my heart
somehow I knew this road to pain
then day turned into night

I was blinded by your light

I'll give to you my soul
piece by piece
the way you take it now
the way you left it then

how far must I carry this wounded heart
back to you said this is what you've done
I lay down my sword and I let you win
and I know I'd do it again

I know I'd do it again


What-Naught