Renaissance Refrain:
Not gonna pass me by,
I have no cause or will to lie...
Been trying so hard to define,
but what is color to those who're blind?
You know, you know we can touch the sky,
Wherever you go I'm by your side
On one day you will be there before my eyes,
I only pray that I recognize... (x2)

Twinn Zeus:
Ask me a question and let the answer lie, lie down rest your head
Upon a bed of soak saffron flowers,
Blood colored rouge devoured,
Dripping from your vice-like mind, relations rely,
On the guidance of a demented eye,
Cemented design, a self-fulfilling prophecy painted within the lines
Water color nightmares add a layer of beauty to the unforgiving,
Volley of thoughts pinning,
Freedom to the carved stone backdrop that bleeds when I’m sinning.  

MY DREAMS FEEL LIKE THE REAL THING, I’D RATHER BE ASLEEP
LIFE IS LIKE A TREE WE ALL FALL LIKE LEAVES

Fixating on the glistening flesh,
Fist pumping, hand raising blood rushing,
South bound on I-69 flushing, t
The flustered pigment that fights back mustering
Offering the last bit of stamina, in a body split in an attempt to hold a camera, and the flexing of the lamina pc muscle wall,
Soiled black sheets constellation of Aquila
Faces bent in a pleasant parabola,
Mirrors, can’t reflect the changes that occur within,
Beneath the frailty of sun baked skin,
Sun spots and scarred tissue blend 
To form a new tone for those rigid structures built,
To match the rigormortis still,
Giving cold shoulders when we used to be chill,
Face alters currents as if the moon shines at will,
Searching for answers in the grace of hand of pills and a bottle of absolut, 
Truth?  You question me daily as if our bonds lack depth.
How can we grow as one when our detrimental ways are set?  
Does it really even matter, when our words lack heft and lies are all that are left?

Renaissance:
I was headlong in a fantasy: a dream that never way to an end
physique and mental faculty stretched to the n'th motherly comfort touches
wrapped up in insightful conversation,
sleepless nights naked, poetry to the sun's rays elevated
her embrace was the thrust from being unplugged from the matrix
from before time my spirit has been anticipating
this brand of wonder-lust, no wonder I walked to the cusp
to fill this cup, this vixen, this gorgeous whirlpool...
each and every movement crafted to the tempo of the wind's song
how could power that's so good lead to feeling so wrong
any awareness of self shattered to dust in the aftermath in tremors
elder's cliches ring true: "everything isn't gold that glitters,
everything that breathes withers,
spring is proceeded by the darkest breaths of winter..."
souls stretched out into splinters
of paradox like intangibles getting disfigured
titanic avalanches oftentimes get triggered
by faint breath, or the attention that gets stored on the shores of regret
for forty days and nights I watched that same sun set
on deferred dreams, broken and bloody-battered self-esteem
a living hell, exorcise so hard and long my ancestors fell
somehow the struggle to hold on helped the facade to melt
in the moonlight I knelt, and came to understand the thirst of hell
the only reason to not do what you will in life is that
you are doing... something... else.

Renaissance Refrain x1

Twinn Zeus:
MY DREAMS FEEL LIKE THE REAL THING, I’D RATHER BE ASLEEP
LIFE IS LIKE A TREE WE ALL FALL LIKE...