Favorite bands :
Transatlantic, Buck Cherry, Nightwish, Chickenfoot, Dream Theater, Enigma, Rush, The Crash, The Ark, Kent, Iron Maiden
Favorite guitarists :
John Petrucci, Andy McKee, Eric Johnson, Tommy Emmanuel, Guthrie Govan
Favorite bassists :
Geddy Lee
Favorite books :
Transcending the Levels of Consciousness by David Hawkins, Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman, Conversations With God by Neale Donald Walsch
Favorite tv :
Babylon 5, Firefly, House
Favorite movies :
Peaceful Warrior, Serenity, Into the Wild, Matrix, Lord of the Rings
Seek not grains of light
Seek not justice
Seek not face of God
Seek an ordinary life
Seats of dusk and dawn
Glory on their flags
Tempt us with the view
Distance is so close to us
With no rays of sun
Blinding us from our hearts
In an ordinary life
Down pleading from the mountain passage
Leads an old, crude stairway
Mirror Lake in the open valley
Rests in silent stillness
Leafless birches hush
As he moves down the last stairs
No eyes could see the tension build
When he heads for the bridge across
Soon as the fading evening sun
Bows and paints the landscape in the tones of gold
Inside he can feel the urge to turn his eyes on the surface
He shakes and hurries over to find the nightfall
To where he'll flee and disappear
Life is so easy
As an internalized dream
A revitalized nightmare
Long I've heard this tune
Tautological phrases
Repeat in my head
"Free, alas, you will be
And no cage can refrain you!"
A misanthropist plan
Regarding my salvation:
Turn off the real world
And turn on your true self this time
Subservient to the goal
The flickering dies
With blow of
The battering wind
I know as my home
The wandering flood
Engulfs all within
The choir starts chanting
As I feel it rushing in
The Devil's music
I hear again
Like your face
I've seen this place a million times
Until it gets painful
I will stay in here
Like your trust
I broke my faith once before
A maddening tune
Nurtures my ears
Soothing glare
Of prying eyes upon your mind
A picturesque freeway
For souls lost in their ways
I hear my voice
Pathologically prevaricate
And sections awake
For a slender cry
Verses of a turgid manner
Pierce my memories
From the lost anthology
Of sane
The battering wind
I know as my home
The wandering flood
Engulfs all within
The choir starts chanting
As I feel it rushing in
The Devil's music
I hear again
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