A glimmering of thought

Okay, this is just awesome. It kind of reminds me of the way my brain works sometimes...

Bwahaha! This power rangers rip-off is hilarious. I appreciate the effort spent on this too.

Shades of purple and blue
Bleed beneath the night's sky.
The moon bellows in furious glows,
Stung with sparks of golden white.
Casually the starry clouds whisp,
Singing thinly with rain
And booming of molten light.
Spring forth, oh waifs of the evening.
Spill forth thy jagged silv'ry spawn,
Effulgent in greens and greys,
And speaking softly of days lost.
Swirls of blooming and lustrous fire
Far beyond the moon's jealous radiance,
Wash the expanse of blooded midnight,
Calling out in eternal, ephemeral dance.
Whisper softly, oh stars of night,
Of nimble symphonies of royal time,
Of resplendent waltzes
Through heavens gloriously bright
And twirls forevermore alight.
Compelled by maker, you dance aloft,
Shouting of things to be.
Bound away, thy footsteps set in place,
For incandescent thoughts of gold
So precious in thy delight of movement.
Praise the night that thou were born,
Bursting with fires shimmering pearl
And knowing thy place until the end.
So rejoice oh night,
Bellow as you would oh moon,
Sing oh thou clouds,
Dance as thou should oh stars,
For thou art as thou were made
And ever more shall be,
Beneath the sky and heavens majestic.

A hundred years I've called you for,
To be here with me and not much more.
A hundred years pass in a blink and a gaze,
To hear your voice speaking I'll wait,
A hundred more years if only two more days.
Another year will pass us by you'll say,
A hundred more if we can make it.
Whatever the price, I'll gladly pay.
A hundred years you want from me now,
Wordlessly speaking I'll show you more,
Fifteen, a hundred, or two,
I'll go above your dreams and give
You the stars, the sky, and the moon.
A hundred more years until you're here,
So very far away, yet so very near.
The dawn still smiles for you,
And I long for a sky so blue
That your smile shines and pales
The sun in his effervescent glory.
A hundred years I've called for you,
And another hundred I'll wait here for you.
A hundred years sing of the moment,
Never forgetting the chances gone,
The hearts laid broken and bare,
Or the hundred more beyond compare.
A hundred years, more or less,
And when they're gone I'll know I'm blessed.


It's amazing how inspiring Five for Fighting's songs can be. And their new video is so cool.

He wanders through the halls of death,
searching for the one who came before,
for the keys of release, but he cannot
find the seeds of his escape from the inevitable.
Amidst the hollow void of death of life
he seeks the light he so rarely glimpses,
but is often lost amongst the living dead:
they who live in his world and think silly thoughts;
they who believe themselves truly alive.
Corpses all, they live in filthy death,
boasting of their accomplishments many,
few of any worth recognized in true worth.
He thinks as he walks through the halls,
looking at the endless shades and feels the cold
so deep within he fears he shall never be free.
The light he seeks, he sees but few,
the sparks within, yet they shine so brightly.
He longs for more, as he gazes through the doors,
into the haze of never ending beyond so close.
The gates block his way but for a while,
then shall he pass through and be gone,
but until the day, he fears the long way
that he shall ever have to tread a little more.
The halls, they speak, of secrets, lies, and not,
but all is shadows before the light of truth;
it burns away, and strips the shades so hidden,
from the light the shadows flee, yet remain
for a little while longer in the dark still there.
He despairs of many things in the halls of death,
yet more the darkness clinging to his skin.
It eats away his resolve and soul feeling so alone,
with only bursts of light to guide him
through the halls unbending, hoping for another.

Sing once again for me,
beneath the leaden clouds,
and cause the sun to shine once more.
The sky it falls from me,
as through the heavens we glide,
to feel the milky stars above,
to be once more amidst.
Sing the songs of the angels dear,
as beneath the sun so bright,
and earth below so darkened,
forevermore transcendent we fly.

Flying above the blazing sky below
only leaps above the brazen clouds
reaping in the liquid colors flowing
swing below and kiss the light of dawn
wheeling around the brazen gaze
easing through the chill of night
every sound a call of life aglow
bearing on through the sunny breeze
edging above the lovely sky

It cries out to me from the dark,
pleading for a release, to be free,
eyes burn in regret and sympathy.
It cannot be let free now, it cannot
be what it wants to be in these moments,
tears mingle and merge in grief.
Who has set these chains that hold me,
it begs in relentless hunger for escape,
when can I be let out to see these faces,
these kind words, these soothing sounds?
It is not yet time, I cry to it,
tears flowing like the blood of battle,
and perhaps never shall be the time,
for all is uncertain in this haze,
your release may never see the light of day,
nor hear the sounds of joy you seek,
but I pray that someday you shall, and then,
then you shall be forever without,
and nevermore shall these tears we weep
be allowed, for only in the dark
are such travesties committed,
and only when you are free of these chains
are you able to know joy, know peace.
Be free, you seeking creature, be free
and go forth to find what makes you whole,
for, to be whole is what you seek,
and what you deserve, oh so more than this,
be free little one, and forever more be so.

Where have all the monkeys gone?
They said farewell, they said so long
and now they've scampered off,
with a wink and a slight little scoff.
Their every mischievous antic,
made me insane, crazy, and frantic,
but now I miss the little freaks,
and they've been gone now for weeks.
Oh me, oh my, I think I just may cry,
with a nod and a teary bleary eye,
I shall go on and find the little dinks,
if I have to follow their smelly stinks,
I shall, and not be even a tad scared,
else it leave me alone and impaired.
Those stupid little monkey jerks,
with all their stupid little monkey quirks,
I'll boil them alive in gooey tar,
then we'll see if they get far.
Skin them up I think I just might,
making sure to avoid their nasty bite.
Leave me all alone they thought to do,
and all they left me was monkey poo.
Stupid little monkeys have gone,
So I say good riddance and so long.

Gloriously bright
rises the sun
bringing with it a new day dawning
and in its shimmer
we greet the morn
wishing for it too never end
its golden glows
and gorgeous hues
makes the world seem right
so we say hello
and beg you stay
so we may enjoy your presence more