When tomorrow comes without me....

When tomorrow starts without me

And I'm not there to see

If the sun should rise and find your eyes

All filled with tears for me

I wish so much you wouldn't cry

The way you did today

While thinking of the many things

We didn't get to say

I know how much you love me

As much as I love you
And each time that you think of me
I know you'll miss me too

But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand

He said my place was ready

In heaven far above

And that I would have to leave behind

All those I dearly love

But as I turned to walk away
A tear fell from my eye

For all my life I always thought

I did not want to die

I had so much to live for

So much yet to do
It seemed almost impossible

That I was leaving you

I though of all the yesterdays

The good ones and the bad

I thought of all the love we shared

And all the fun we had

If I could relive yesterday

Just even for a while

I would say goodbye and kiss you

And maybe see you smile

But then I fully realized

That this could never be

For emptiness and memories

Would take the place of me

And when I thought of worldly things

That I might miss the come of tomorrow

I thought of you and when I did

My heart was filled with sorrow

But when I walked through heavens gates

I felt so much at home

When God looked down and smiled at me

From his great golden throne

He said "This is eternity

And all I've promised you

Today for life on earth is past
but here starts anew"

"I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last
And since each days the same day,
there's no longing for the past"

"But you have been so faithful,

So trusting and so true

Though there were times you did some things

You know you shouldn't do"

"But you have been forgiven,

and now atlast your free

So won't you take my hand,

and share your life with me?"

So when tomorrow starts without me

Don't think we are far apaart

For everytime you think of me

I am right here in your heart

Inspiring ... ain't it???

The Self Made Man

Incomplete

Pour salt on funeral fires,
manequettes strung by devilish wires,
Oh, they're buried, buried, buried in stone tombs,
like fiends in unmerciful wombs,
and I am their God, their Holy; unholy; fraud.

These masquerades!
Red veins bleeding blue,
incisions etched with rusty blades,
like a faceless moon, burdened with broken tattoos.
Into distant miles felicity fades,
childhood crayons coloring me in ugly shades;
And those children, shattered memories from my past,
play as if the nous could be glassed.

So many bright, lights that cast a shadow,
where is the Sun, I don't know,
a shimmering glade putting on erotic shows;
theatrical limericks my invisible hands can't compose.
Throughout forgotten time I'm driven,
I pray to dead Gods that these Sins were forgiven.
Though this heart is not full of death and deceit,
it still feels like I'm incomplete.

Construct stop signs in dialogue
of a mouth sewed shut,
breathing faces, submerged in frozen fog,
let their tongues reveal the fifteenth cut.
Too bad that, one does not exist,
like a pretty bullet in your fist,
And treading on the edge of reason,
that looks just like the jagged lines scribbled on my wrist,
what are you doing? Looking for treason?

Here comes an undead waiter,
carrying the platters shedding my buffet, full of black sugar and sweet,
And though it seems I'm living for the greater,
I feel like I'm incomplete.

Viral.