(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
The trees are only cardboard,
The leaves are full of paint,
There's a riot in the cornfields by the silo,
Crows are on the tightrope,
The cars a wash of rain,
While the fences fold like hands around the land.
Past old folks on the front porch,
With babies on their knees,
The dogs upon the dash begin to sing;
And each moment brings me closer,
And before the night is over,
I will open my front door.
There's a silence from the squad car,
Sirens on the street,
I hear music from the neon-lighted doorway;
Sweet comfort in the cottage,
There's a pillow for my head,
With foggy dreams of macramé tattoos.
But nothing can deter me,
There's an anvil in my shoe,
The coffee in my brain begins to sing.
And each moment brings me closer,
And before the night is over,
I will open my front door.
All roads lead to my house,
Even roads I've never known,
And when I'm backing out my driveway,
I'm just taking the scenic route home.
Well, the grass is getting greener,
I'm on the other side,
Bridges crossed like Ts are all behind me;
I'm bringing home the bacon,
Not baby bumblebees,
I bow and take an exit down my street.
The rain is gently falling,
I see the front porch light,
The keys in my ignition start to sing,
And each moment brings me closer,
And before the night is over,
I will open my front door.Internal darkness ia a state of complete detachment from the world and other people. It is to be achieved with utmost difficulty and at the cost of one's self and personality. The term "darkness" refers to the state of primeval non-existence rather than
to any opposition to the ideologies of light.
Down with the gods, angels and demons,
Away with the folly of holy madness
Off with the prophets of new rebirth
Out with the promise of life after death
Where devil become another lie
Where deities crumble into dust
Where systems are but a grain of dust
Where I am the one that can't decide
In with the void from out of the space
Ahead with the light that leads nowhere
On with the collapse of world and word
Up with the plunge into myself
There I can die my seven deaths
There I should flourish in my decline
There I must lose the stairs of fate
There I will remember how to forget
Deeper and deeper, never come back
Harder and harded until it burns
Calmer and calmer, this is the quest
Softer and softer, velvet embrace
Self-forced transmigration
Witful deconstruction
Blackened emigration
I am heading for internal darkness
No touch, no sight, no smell, no taste
Without the body, without the soul
Rid of all memory, rid of all hope
That's all I want, why cannot I?