Listen to Stainless by Richard Charles Stevens (The Sickness Suite)

Listen to The Sickness by Kayzo feat. GHØSTKID

 

Turn the pages
.
In this dream state
I am weightless
Ancient keepsake
Of the ageless
Feel a sweet ache
It is painless
As these tears fade
I am stainless
.
Need not keep pace
With the faithless
Bleed my deep veins
Less than gracious
Make discreet way
To oasis
Should I keep faith
Turn the pages
.
Here indeed may
Escape the matrix
Leave the freeway
Break the chain links
Seek unique ways
To exchange gifts
Thus exceed gains
When the veil lifts
.
In this dream state
I am weightless
In the deep space
Ever spacious
With the keen grace
Of a Geisha
As these tears fade
I am stainless
(Turn the pages)
.
Had to be courageous
In the face of flaming pyre
Had to grieve in stages
To explain the trailing wire
Gather all the traces
Of remaining vague desire
Put myself through paces
In the name of raising fire
.
Had to blaze flirtatious
To escape from grave disaster
(Fire)
Be put through my paces
With the aim of running faster
(Fire)
Reacquaint my yesterdays
With better days hereafter
(Fire)
Demonstrate the state of grace
Acclaimed of great forefathers
(Fire)
.
Turn the pages
Turn the pages
Turn the pages
.
Had to play the river
To enable faith to blind me
(Fire)
Had to stay and glimmer
For the waifs and strays behind me
(Fire)
Had to break the stigma
Or else take the fate advised me
(Fire)
Had to play enigma
To escape the maze designed me
.
Had to squeeze the trigger slow
To blow my brains inside me
Had to seek a place to go
Disgrace would never find me
Had above foreseen below
Then I’d have smiled politely
Even so
I would have shown
The love known to ignite me
(Fire)
.
Ignite me
Ignite me
Ignite me
Ignite me
Even so
I would have shown
The love known to ignite me
(Turn the pages)
.
Every faint glimpse
Of innate bliss
Is a quaint kiss
To my pale lips
Weeps a keepsake
Of the ages
As these tears fade
I am stainless
.
In this dream state
I am lifted
Feel the sweet rain
Of ellipsis
See the sun play
Blow it kisses
Save the moon face
And eclipse it
.
Need not run raids
On the one place
Where on glum days
I am lifted
Having won praise
Of the sun rays
In the moon phase
I then shifted
.
In the moon phase
I then shifted
.
Having won praise
Of the sun rays
In the moon phase
I then shifted
.
Here indeed may
Weep a keepsake
Feel the sweet ache
Of the ages
Seek unique way
To make dreams play
Should I keep faith
Turn the pages
(Fire)
.
In this dream state
I am weightless
In the deep space
Ever spacious
With the keen grace
Of a Geisha
As these tears fade
I am stainless
.
In compassionate glow
Over battlements flown
I proffer my soul
To go home
.
In compassionate glow
Over battlements flown
I proffer my soul
To go home
.
I offer my heart
To the music of chance
Its beat fits and starts
Yet is swift to remark
On the avant-garde rhythm which sets it apart
The endings arisen to freshen next start
From first pirouette to last dance
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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