Seth’s World View

Stepped through into a time of grerat and strong
Warrior kings, wizards, dragons, and rings
But this is not the day
The heart of men shall win again
Today is dark and short
Is sight, the enemy circles around
Without a sound, circling around the ground
In dark of night
It’s terror that wins tonight
January 29, 2004
Wellington, New Zealand

The horn blows
The bass beats
The trumpet rings
They dance around the stage
With notes that fly so free
Weaving through the brass and wood
Breathing life into the air
The sax sings
The guitar fades
The drum flows
January 27, 2004
Botanic Gardens in Wellington, New Zealand

Died, today, or recently, can’t recall
Suicide, awake, alive, still breathing
So afraid of what is not clearly mine
Demons whispering, shrieking, stalking me
Stillness quietly escapes from my mind
Flee, and run away, hide inside myself
Life won’t miss what I never leave behind
January 26, 2004
Wellington, New Zealand

I’ve hit that mark, the one that strikes terr0r into the hearts of many. It is a benchmark, the time to evaluate our dreams, and realize how far off we all are. The idealistic threads I wove, and that were woven into me have created a portrait I can’t recognize, nor understand. Perhaps I’ve found [...]

On Cuba Street, minstrels play, children listen
I sit and think, and watch and ponder meaning
Water flows, down it splashes, sounds careening
A tapestry of people, places, glisten
In Wellington, New Zealand, summer days
They shine through clouds, those long and white and warm
While wind sweeps across like a wicked swarm
It leaves all trees and men all blind in [...]

Trees, alive, with eyes
Different than what we see
Once walked forests green
January 13, 2004
Wellington, New Zealand