We all build on a line of time
creation folded neat to fit
and meant nothing more
than its living life
as passed its form
nothing in silence
Eyes looking capturing but yet hollow
as each pair itself
the journey from life to death
trying to grasp the essence
fantasy dreams of life forever
with passing years nothing more than lost
The fears of the souls the no meaning of its life
chained to lies to heal the dormant truth
of the faceless saint
the never ending believes
as each year reap yet another line of time
but blinded the fall of never
A breath to bring up the wall
of sanity
a capture away from the knowledge
created illusion
the mirror of all our

©The Poet Stefan

Dream Reality

Dream Reality

When in a dream captured light
darkness fade in the back of the mind
and reality outside the grasp
yet always a reminder
in life to death
This rail of passing images
the past into present
revealing history
captured in but a fleeting moment
of the united captured eye
Everyone a nation
a world created
with adventure
held in the pocket
of dreams
When we see reality
it is not complicated
but unforgivable
the sinner & the saints
our naked world
The cult created images
made in another’s lie
mass hypnotic
the blind veil
of our destruction
To the few souls of heart
where in a future
the new world
created out of our dreams
but yet just another beginning

©The Poet Stefan

The Pyramid Of Illusion

~The Pyramid of Illusion~

Within there a paragraph laid dormant
and fiction pulled as a cover unto a world of imagination
and as the lizard its grip hold us true
of the war creation made holy
on broken glass
The spear through the willow of time
in what may seam as good or bad
in the treads of some god
and fanatic wilderness
blessed by restriction
To each reaction laid out fingers for slapping
and in acceptance of some overlord
as its castle grow on the bodies of the dead
in reflection of the power
the lie of all time
Like the pyramid forged steel
in the eyes who see nothing but gold
in satanic rites
made and created behind the cross
and none to behold
Wake up and find this key of deception
for human kind
and behind the wall of the illusion
the very heart of the life
we only ever knew in our dreams…

The Poet Stefan

It Is Yours

~It Is Yours~

Big as space your collected dreams
fear not the step to make a dream reality
for in the mind it might seam impossible
but the world full of possibility
and rather to place your dreams on that dusty never-land shelf
bring them to life into the breath of your life
Your heart your yearning for time but a grasshopper
soon to jump the line of its passing
wasted years a terrible sin toward the soul
or like a swallowed razor-blade
making you bleed like tears from within
leaving you to regret the steps you did not take
Save the life you hold instead of feeding it to death
as death for the rotting flesh
and not for the living soul
take a step and feel good toward it
no matter if you hit the wall
as a wall there for breaking
Believe in your way and maybe correct it on the way
see the trip started and feel your breath
this is life as life for the living and not for the dead
as you bring life or death to yourself
and remember that you have to fight
for nirvana
Your salvation lay in your own hands
leave the after for the after
and make this time of now a tasteful fruit
and in generations to come saved
the name you gave yourself
in the mouth of what you took
Fear not the words of them whom persecute
or taint your heart with lies
just laugh at it all
and be strong in your glory
as no light but the light

The Poet Stefan

The Ultimate Dream

~The Ultimate Dream~

How strange when time come up to you
and show you the past like some stone
forged by the magic of the hands of good and evil
images like clear crystal like some fairytale
laid in the back of the head
In this forever changing world where the old die
to be replaced by new stones from them whom crumbled
the bitter-sweet reality of life to that none really ever saved
and drunk by the taste of dreams made real
the journey of the ultimate desire of forever.

©Stefan 2011