Night Mare

I exist as in a constant dream
You persist at night, a mare of your own apocalypse

The moon stood me up
The sun never stops shining, even if its blinding light has taken your sight

Your words catch in the light

Glimmer

Eyes pressed, the world flickers
Change the channel, a new show unfolds

Screen pushed, the liquid crystals dance
Change the frequency, a new life unfolds

Where does this one go? Who will this one be?
One particle shifted, the infinite shifts too

Gaze into the night sky
The stars pierce through the painter and the painting

Math and Other Equations

Math

Every day I see the product
I do the math
I find the solution

To be more calculated with every breath, with every step
To be colder with every equation
Adding intelligence while subtracting my heart
Obtaining results is an art

Bite the Axe

Bite your tongue Witch
The spell you seek to speak
Will not produce the magick you seek

Counting Sheep

One – a sheep walks by sleeplessly
Two – a sheik walks by sheepishly
Three – a wolf walks by in the shadow of the sheep
Four – two becomes one in the shadow of the sheik

In Finite Clarity

You cannot have infinite clarity when infinity is never clear.
The sky is limited by the observer and the Earth is always near.
You bring your own and forget yourself.
You take your self and wring out what is owed.
Only a shell, a journey through hell, will break the winter's calm.
A life lived twice is the prize for patience in the darkest realm.

Take a step forward

Take a step forward
Into the sunlight
Let it bathe you
Until you see moonlight

Exit slowly from the gaze
Careful not to push too far
Aimless passions hit the mark
Every end is just the start

The evil eye and guiled hand
Seek to guide you through the land
Upon the back of a broken horse
You take the deal and follow the course

A fitting grave awaits your vessel
In time you find your bones worn and weary
Excess of pleasure has left you harrowed and hollow
The screams of childhood blind your senses

In a moment, you may not be
The future does not let on
Your memories deceive you
Take a step forward

Salt

Salt

Those looks were meant for saltier eyes
You cannot bear false witness and look surprised
The wolf who cried boy, finally received her reward

The mineral that preserves us
The crystal comfort that flows within us
Your radiant cheek does not deserve such a cooling dew

Today is different

Amethyst
When you look into a rainbowed crack of a stone
You see the infinite, the unknown
It brings you to tears, sheds all your fears
And now you're alone

Left in the void of thought unique
Digging for more, the truth you seek

Daggers sagging into your flesh
Bring you closer to your death
Its not unusual, this odd feeling
Listen closely, its your soul singing

Nothing seems to be what it's worth
What is your value?
Dollar signs? Jesus? Your children?
Take the first step, cross the line.
Make today important.

Computer Gen
1st gen: Hardware developed
2nd gen: Look what I can do with hardware = software
3rd gen: Internet developed
4th gen: Look what I can do with the internet = apps

∞™

If it were only new endeavors that could motivate us to be reborn each day
Our past experiences wouldn't appear as mistakes
But this is false, this is the reality in their eyes
This reality is a lie

Your eyes tell of the truth, the trust that lies below
It is more than just the petty details
The pit falls and rehearsed act of each day

Don't connect with this, not on any level
This isn't something they understand
It isn't the future coming to be ever present
Reality is infinite

Add up your negativity and divide it amongst the grains of sand
Collect your tears and donate them to the receding waters

The Stars Themselves Led Me Astray

The stars themselves led me astray.

To their word, I obeyed.

If only fate should be so plain.

Saving that which causes pain.

Arrivals welcomed to abstain.

Deny the bane of evil.

Approach the sane and civil.

What are the weak and trivial?


Bring the holy doctrine.

Anoint your idol and redeemer.

Burn the holy spirit, and cast the city down.


The Stars themselves led me astray.

To which I begged for answers.

Looking upon the fortune told.

As a soul gets old, the burden shall remain.


The target was absorbed, through the never ending door.

Fondly looking back.

NE Particulars

...driving through a foggy night, it denses up ahead.

Through a crack in the road, a steers head reveals the entrance to this forsaken land.

Babble On

Lend me your ears my friends

Nothing in this world's pretend

This is true through the end

Nothing is truly real

It's only what you feel

This is how we heal

Lend me your ears my friends

Nothing in this world's pretend

This is true through the end

Are you ready for the Sun? (om)

To penetrate the one

The one who bring us back to none

Babble on

Hiding from the Sun God

I am your sun god,

You are my night elf,

As I look upon you,

You fade away.


The being you were,

Won't shatter or stir,

It means everything to me,

That your love remains.


The tallest of trees, with weeping leaves,

Draped over me, escapingly we.

The roots and the soil, without turmoil, begin to take place,

It begins to make face, into creatures, into darkness, into light.

Catch Her

I want to tell you
That I’m no good, for you
I’m no good, for me
But I’m good, you see

I can’t deal with irony
Nor tragedy
I can’t deal without a hand

And there goes yours
Whisk it briskly upon my face
Softly over my brow
Don’t leave me now

Let me get lost, but don’t lose me
Effort be damned, and damn the rest
Build up to and dwell, the water
Let it drive the mill, just take your fill

Now leave, but don’t leave me be
Because you have the power
To set me free

Fate is a Prison

I don’t see your shackles, I don’t see the bars
You’re a prisoner in your own world
There is no key to your broken heart
No magic mend or a hit restart
You told me softly in my arms,
“Here is where I’m free from harm.”
I’m still here, and you have disappeared.
You left me with the pain you held so dear.
Oh… I see it all too clear

The overbearing pensiveness held within the lack of thoughts has crystallized into a flawless gem. Two spheres connect in harmony for a brief moment with the intention of being whole, and it appears they have, but appearance is an illusion which imprisons us in our own minds.

I can’t see your shackles; I feel them on my wrists.
I don’t see the bars; you’re standing all too far
Is there no escape, or is this what they call fate?

Seeing The Almighty in the Mirror

When I was just a boy
I saw the past, I saw the future
It never lasts, it never lasts, it never lasts

We had a prophecy
We are prophets you see

Don’t Profit off the blind
Or your powers they will bind
And then you lose your mind

We had a prophecy
We are prophets you see

It starts with dreams and then
It seems you’re dreaming again

So make it count and count those sheep
And take that leap into the world of sleep

This realm is real, it’s just what we feel
It’s what we are, it’s what we aren’t
It’s not true, but it’s not false
If you let it through, you’ll feel the pulse

The Earth Was You

Oh the day, the day, the day
We knew the Earth was you
We knew the Earth was me
Gone out to see

The sky was blue, the sea was green
With envy of your life
It's so, so very bright
Your star it shines
Tonight, tonight

Minimum Effort and the soul

-Minimum Effort-

Check off, check mate, stalemate of the victor’s mind

Verbose and thoroughfare in thought through speech

Actions inaccessible, emptied to the core, can’t forget the only thing in memory, EMP, to nothing, solar flare creates the bare.

Minimum effort brings the most benefit.

Those who need the most want the least, best it be this way.

Plasmic, tantric, electric, sensation.

Burn to learn the act, of love, of energy.

Cut the line direct to control.

Clean and modern, flawless and simple.

Exacting desires into the void.

Stop the lock by starting the key.

The Self needs to be free.

Talk2Me About L.O.V.E

If you’re in love, then it’s about love

And if you’re falling, you cannot fail

The only life I want, is the life I have

“Happiness is bought, it sure as hell not taught”

I cannot agree, you can’t let me down

Only you can change, the will to rearrange

If you are willing, we’ll keep on going

Manifest Reality

If there is something to be said of anything then there is nothing to be said at all. As you lay there contemplating, the world is already dead. Nightmares won’t develop in your head, if they plague the living realm. Extracting your thoughts into the real is not an easy way out. What you think and what you feel is all that is left.

A pain, torture to your nerves, leaves a mark. It tells its story and falls through time, fails you every time. It provides your mind a physical attribute. It’s the aching remedy to loss of memory. The art of manifestation is being reborn.

This Corridor

This Corridor, has been cheapened,
by the past. The past, the past.
It feels like we're just passing through
The future's knocking, at the door
Open it slowly
Let it reveal, its beauty

Why don't we take the time
When its all we've ever had

Wasteland

She said, “Gotta lot to learn”
This was hard to swallow
Then I found the path
That I was born to follow

And it was dark and gloomy
Effortless in every way
It’s as if the world is gone
And only I remain

The thoughts I have to live with
Echo through this wasteland

Elemented in my fingers
Abrasive like the sand
Time has left me empty
Time has left me holy

With little to know
And much to understand

The thoughts I have to live with
Echo through this wasteland

Next

Overflowing interaction, in interface, causes complications. Simplify to mystify. Mundane is the source.

Apparently it has been a while

But what is a while anyways? If time does not exist, if it is truly cyclical, then there is no discernible difference between 20 seconds from now and 20 years from now. But now there is a difference. What we experience as it exists, as we persist upon on this instance, we feel. All we are left with is emotion. Energy and emotion.

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If there ever was a time that I couldn't find a rhyme, the taste of lemons comes to mind.
A simple interjection, with complex intersections pulls and tears at the seams that bind.
Told for years, generations torn, build upon fear.
Exacting the notion set into motion at the dawn of the original day.
Leaving but one to leave for those left with none.
It looks empty but feels infinite; it looks full but feels fleeting.
Shuttered ideas, scattered dreams, mortals left scorched.
Foul stench lingers in the senses, without fate, stays relentless.
Fluid corrodes the volatile metals; drunk, the metals are our bones.
Irony flaws abundantly, our hopes consume the self, leaving us alone.
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Instant excess, tell-tale sign.
Limit access of the times.
Thoughts on pop-culture.

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Brainstorm
It's the norm, to be forlorn, amid the storm.
The thought congeals into a shield
Briefly tighten, don't be frightened.
Just relax now, put on your crown.
Bring forth your, faded, memories.
Simple key in telepathy
Partly cloudy, mostly misty,
Seconds standing in the rain.

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develop sensibly; using senses
take aim and move aimlessly
take it all.
develop sanctity; losing sanity
Search for riches in misfortune
forget forgotten regrets, impart distress on the ill-fated
trickle down a healing water
bring about enduring power <>

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Innerchi

They call me many names. They call me many things. Buddah the christ. Wind and Water.
Let me recall the past, touch my everlasting present.
Bring me down, call upon me, You are the master.
Find it now, Your Innerchi; -------------- energy.

Anew

I'm off to find the world, a world consumed by fear.
Etching my longings into its wings, slowly draws me near.
Faster, higher, more inaudible day by day,
Embracing the whole, watching what I say.
Creating this mind is an arduous task,
Leaving behind my faulty mask.

A tear for you, torn apart by a new emptiness that has been misconstrued.
Take my rattled bones and leave them alone.
My flesh is all you can feel.
Delve deeper through and through, developing further true.
I do not deceive my intentions, nor hack my expressions,
This is where I am going, this is who I am becoming.

Synaptic Firestorm

We are such complex machines. So very fascinating the computations of the brain, but why can we only have a glimpse of comprehension of the mind. Why is it that we cannot wrap ourselves around it? Maybe this comes with our next evolution, the next leap of emotional response. To arrive at emotional conclusions based on rational thought.

---Faster than you can possibly imagine, and oddly enough it is you---

What is this and what does it do?
What is the threat level?
What are my benefits of interacting with it?

Process.

Program runs: Compiling all possible scenarios.
Which is the most likely scenario to exist in the reality you perceive.
Form rational thought.

This is how we form a rational thought from emotional response.

We are animals, this much is obvious, but why we are so unwilling to admit this is somewhat fleeting. We are malleable, as are our brains, and therefore the ultimate mind. If we can reverse the synaptic operation to form an emotional response from rational thought it would give us the advantage of more precise predictions of the immediate and possibly distant future. The ability of this precision will enable us to act more appropriately and in turn gain the advantage of any situation.

Our emotions will be powerful tools, more control will be acquired, and less acts of primal aggression and other harmful acts will subdue. There are many people strong in this nature, but are usually cast high or low in the spiritual food chain. I personally am uncertain of how spirituality will play out in the coming years through our evolution, but I do believe it is possible for the understanding that certain physiological efforts can produce spiritual perception.

Ashes of Old Mirage

Never go to, never go through, ashes of old Mirage
You enter the forest, you empty your eyes
Steady your hand, you're in for surprise

Echoes in the dark, let go of the light
Ready on your mark, this will take all your might

Never go to, never go through, ashes of old Mirage
You enter the forest, you empty your mind
Steady your heart, and patience you'll find

Echoes in the dark, let go of the light
Ready on your mark, this will take all your might

Empty Freeways

The markets are closed
Streets are barren
Echoes ripple infinitely through the city

A child runs frantically around his home
Only to find himself alone
He yells out in pain

Silence is piercing
A hollow presence lingers in the mist
Concentration is the key

Decoding time to night and day
Condensing comprehension into clay
Inspiration swallows you whole

An odd day prevails

Pleased to meet you, let me greet you with open arms.
Nice to see you, out of the blue open skies.
Can I get you a drink, something to sink into?

Make your move, you've got to prove it's working out.
Try not to shout your feelings in my ear.
I can see them clear.

It's not that I want to see you walk away,
Emotions in motion will lead you astray.
The thoughts that you dwell on, you cannot live on.
So gather your mind and answers you'll find.

Make your move, you've got to prove what's real to you.
Try to let your spirit roam,
As it wonders, heaven is home.

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Talk up your case, you spit in my face
More to add, make it ironclad
Keep saying words, make it more absurd

This is an art-form we get when we're born
Means of survival, truth is revival
Look in my eyes and tell me no lies.

Language is Illusory

It seems sometimes that words and ideas are not anything at all. You can say one thing and mean another, while being something completely different. The electrical connections, the rapid impulse that comprise our thoughts, are there to form a singular presence. When we express ourselves, is it solely ourselves we are expressing?

If I were to say to a religious man that he were God, he would not simply modestly disagree, he would take it as an insult, a blasphemous proposition. But if I were to say God is in all of us, he would smile and nod in profound understanding. Are these two philosophies not redundant? Where did we lose the ability to express ourselves and the mind as a whole? It has become so strict to some, maybe most, to speak of certain things in more than one context and be in agreement with both. Pick one side, pick a color, pick and choose. When you do we all lose.

The goal of life is not to tread water waiting to be saved. Nor is the trick to learn to swim. The key is to rise above and walk on the water. Be your own God. Save yourself. But do recall that no man is an island, and when the weight of others starts to bring us down, we must hold our breath, close our eyes, and know that when we are ready to breathe and start anew, we become fish.

Vertical Horizons

My head is spinning. I am not sure what to make of anything at all.
I tear the window from my wall.
I look outside deep into the world which I have created.
I don't recognize a thing.
All of my memories don't serve a purpose, they just evaporate as soon as they hit my tongue.
My imagination is poisoning my mind.
The path I seek to walk upon is always out of reach.
I leave my arms up for you my heart to breach.
Nerves of steel melt in your presence; the torture of time seems infinite.
So eloquently I have noted before, but when I speak I seem a bore.
Given the chance we could spark romance, but not before we know the other.
I thought of the perfect compliment, and gave you the perfect insult.
My greatest downfall is the time to wait, but time would pass much faster if I had a sign.
I am thoughtless, persistent, honest, and naive.
None of these things will do well for me.

Inspired.

Sometimes by helping those who mean the most to you, it is a way to help yourself. I view this as close to what the ancient Greeks called a Muse. A source of inspiration, a way to purify the soul, and expand the mind. By admiring those qualities that you find intriguing in others, a stem of creativity is sure to blossom. Of course superficial intent is not completely false, the typical feelings of a human can only be conjured by such an animal. The metaphors that surround specific feelings provide greater balance by every reader that absorbs and interprets.

For my current muse so that I may be yours as well.

Strawberry Jam,
Held in my hand,
A gentle breeze, a silent plea
No book to go by, one look makes me fly
A sent like no other, sweeter than flowers
Enveloped by your glow, torture to see you go
Stuck in a daze as we glance and gaze
Seconds with you are like euphoric days
I get lost, I'll admit, when you talk, I start to slip
Into my hopes, into my dreams, embrace my soul, eternal control
I hear you laugh - I melt away...

Life, not as, but sweeter than
held in my hand,
My Strawberry Jam.


Follow Feelings

I don't see how, you do this every morning.

Cup of coffee on the go.

And you don't know why, you travel at all.

The feeling comes, for a while, you follow through.



It's no wonder you're blinded by what shines so bright.

You try to fight it but never seem to have your might.

Lost in your head, sick in bed, falling faster than you ever knew.

The feeling comes, for a while, you follow through.



Bring your smile, bring your love, we're going to a place above.

Far from the comforts of home, but here you're never alone.

Explain to me why the gears are turning, what exactly are we learning?



It was never clear, if you were near, my heart disguised my love with fear.

As each day goes on by, I feel a spark, coming alive.

I want to tell you, but I cannot speak, my mind tells me to wait a week.

I lost the feeling, for a while, but I'll get it back when you follow through.


Sight
Can you see, between the trees
The sheets that make up each page
Of the book in which you look
To find the answers, that come with age

It keeps you up, puts you to sleep
It's what you want to sweep you off your feet

Nothing is real, life is surreal
So how is it that we feel?

To love another is to love oneself
But this is not the same as the fall
To love another is to love one and all

Self Control
So sweet it is to breathe.
Divinity is mine, in a breath.
And then I lose my ability, as I gaze upon you.

Droplets of the sea,
Fountains filled with dreams,
The cosmic waves upon which we ponder.

Naive gestures,
Unnecessary measures,
Leave us bound to our innocent pleasures.

If not but as two souls,
Exploring an evolving world,
Being selves and in control.

A few knew.

TIME counts on you, to be on it, to pass it by
When it's past due, you see right through
Have you read today? Hear what they say?
Mimic the mime, speechless, divine
Excuse the mess, we're rebuilding what never was
Thoughts compressed into the imagination, to resurrect, devastation
Don't hesitate to meditate, unbind your mind

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Everlasting
Never hasty
Tantalizing
Rapture of the mind
Over-stimulated
Placing doubt in the commons
Young to old, never grow

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PROPHECY
Saw God in a pod, set me free, gotta be
Got all the answers to the questions, but don't know a thing
Reach up in the air, take a clue from the blue
Seem to go, seem to stay, seams running down the page
If be known, then it's shown, every hour, got the power
Comes and goes, come and stay, come and put it all away

Seen the past, was the last thing seen
In the present, becoming past constantly
Truth be told, new is old, ancient text tells what's next

State of mind, state of being, reality it fleeting, leaking, seeking
Say a prayer, cast a spell, throw a penny down a well
Be prepared for the end, it's just around the bend
Don't be scared, just pretend, take some time, find the zen

Ledger Dies from Batman Curse.

Today actor Heath Ledger died of what appears to be an over-dose of sleeping pills. Earlier this year during the filming of his latest film, The Dark Knight, the sequel to Batman Begins, a crew member died in a car crash while doing a test run of the Bat-mobile. Rumors circulated at the time that there was a curse to come along with making such a bold movie. Going back to the roots of the Batman saga, which was taken from ancient stories of vigilantes, but modernized to criticize the capitalist world. The use of such a powerful hero brought about certain realities in the world, one of which is thought to be a curse. Could the late-Joker be victim to the same curse?

Ask questions.

There was just a shooting.

Please, take a moment to help the loss of life not go in vain.
Ask questions.
Make conclusions.

9 dead.
5 injured.

A shaggy haired, self deprecating young man took an assault riffle into a mall and sprayed into the crowd.

The media scrambles.
They send their vans, their crews, they get the graphics, then they hit the start button on their washing machines. They put the stories into the spin cycle and let their ideas wash over you.

The truth is in details.
If they give you enough details then it is the truth.

We have a few media outlets at the scene, and fewer able to tell their story on TV. The internet is booming with bloggers going on about what happened.

I ask, what does this mean in the terror-stricken America?
Malls are one of the few places that don't search through every item we carry in. Because of this, the mall is filled with different cultures. The punks who hang out, stare, laugh, linger, and loiter. They frequent Spencer's and Hot Topic, and sulk around in corners. The consumer, who is there to shop, shop, shop. They tend to be overweight and ill-informed about the products they are buying. Then there are the couples from every crowd, the fashion whores, the giddy pre-teens, the giddy teens, and the giddy-young adults.

Now we come in with our small belongings, and don't get nor need to be searched.
Soon, will there be searches on our property as we enter malls? Strip Malls? Every store?
If the punks don't have the ability to wear their metal, it would take away from their culture.

So on so forth.

Think. Ask. Think.

A lot has been pondered...

Oh baby blue eyes, same as the skies
Cheeks like a rose with a button nose
Your lengthy legs run around my head
So I say, hey, what do ya say? Will you give me a chance today?

I’ve been very kind and had you in mind, when thinking of some fun.
I’m nice it’s true, but it’s different with you, you’re different from everyone.
It would make me smile if you stayed a while.

We would stare at stars and point out mars,
Get lost together in the infinite forever.
We’d walk through the park, in the dark,
You’d hold me close, and I’d just hold you closer.
I’d be with you, forever true, my baby blue eyes.

Oh baby blue eyes, same as the skies
Cheeks like a rose with a button nose
Your lengthy legs run around my head
So I say, hey, what do ya say? Will you give me a chance today?

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TUNNEL VISION

Superstitions constrict our lives,
And no one seems to want to open their eyes.
You can’t reach up and expect to fly, or put off life and wait to die.
But if you want to soar, you will have to look within
Can’t buy this at a store, or just dissociate from sin.
Follies are a part of life, and so we must know our own strife.

We’re all cruising through our tunnels fast
Some looking forward, some looking past
I know I have my fair share of blinders on my sides
And I can never really walk in your shoes
But when I open my eyes I have nothing to lose
I just let it all go and go for a cruise…outside
And I can finally see the sun
I can finally see the sky
I could stay here forever never in the same place
This state of mind, I clam as mine
This state of mind, I clam as mine

Our tunneled eyes feel no surprise, the shock of death of those far away is meaningless
I could tell you more, but it’s all a bore after a minute or two
But once your mother dies and your father cries, it’s in you…
That infectious laugh from the joke of life, that it all can end in a single night
It comes as tears, it comes as fears, but after all that’s said and done you’re stronger
And before it happens again you sit and ponder, “What if we lasted longer?”
So we search the ocean floors, for something that’s already yours
It’s in you, and me, it’s eternity, in every smile that lingers for a moment
Or when I hold your hand and just hold it, we hold up time.
And this sates of mind, we can claim as mine, and yours, as ours.

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LIKE A JELLYFISH, fluid and simple, beautifully dangerous
Such a disaster spinning faster and faster
Mind set on escape, wearing my cape
Fly.

PLUCK A STRING, make it sing, hear it ring.
To love one you must love all, sounds like…
A singing bird, a single word, an epiphany, in a tree.

TORN APART by every tear, by every fear
And if we forgot it all there would be nothing to say
But nothing exists anyway, so why worry
Go ahead and scurry if you feel the need
I’m here and happy to be

SPOTLIGHT, tap this. White light, see this.
No light, hopeless, Eternal light, absorb this.
Be the L I G H T.

LOVE: I will hold your hand even when we’re not speaking.

I will look you in your eyes and tell you of your beauty.

I will run to you through the pouring rain, and feel all of your pain.

I will give you everything I have inside, with you my heart will reside.

but I need these too, I need them from you, only to give them back.

EVERY MOMENT, counting moment, waiting till the countdown’s done.
The boys and the girls on separate walls everyone is feeling shunned.
Trigger finger always lingers, waiting for the targets move.
Detonate your courage and take her by the hand.
You’ll lose the hours and the minutes, but the moments are always there.
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I HAD LOVE

I had love, I knew love, and I thought we were above
All those petty things like diamond rings, and other little things.
When the sky cries rain, I too cry in pain, it’s not the same

I had you, you had me, and I knew then that I was free.
When you left my heart in shreds, I laid in bed for days.
It was a terribly long and dreaded haze.

I’ve tried to tell myself there’s more to do than think of you,
But you held me so tight in your embrace I cannot forget your face.
You found someone else, and I’m all by myself, alone, alone, alone.

I think I’ll venture home, give my dog a bone, and remember better times.
I look in every girl’s eyes and to my surprise I see love, not you.
The problem was in my pulse, my heart still beat to yours.

I woke up this morning a boy anew, if you only knew the boy you had.
I had you, and your fickle love, but I know now that I am free.
Free to be, to be me, to be myself, my silly happy self.

But I sit here writing myself better ad you ponder what and why.
You wouldn’t let me try, and made me cry, but that’s done now.
Don’t worry about me, I’m strong and I’ll pull through

But you can’t expect me to come to you when you see the truth.
I’m here, my heads clear, no burden on my back.
No grudge, you’re forgiven, we’re only human, so let’s not be inhumane.
You and I will get past this and no longer feel the shame.

My Thoughts to You

I'm so happy I could cry, because you said you'd rather die.
And these things I say to you, they just don't get through.

THAT is how you see me, your eyes they do deceive.

My heart is worried constantly.

I'm here when you need me, I'm here when you don't,
that is what friends are for, that's all I ask of you.

We had our journey on that winding road,
separate paths we took, thats all it took,
to divert our love to make it not enough.

I realized so quickly I still cared for you,
I didn't see you didn't see it the same, so what did I do?

I held you close, I gave you notes, with love abound.
Saved you when you need saving, when you needed me I was around.

I treated you like you treated us so long ago, it's all I knew.
Now me being there and being sincere isn't hard to do.

You're in this distant land, so very far at hand, called Meandyou.
It's just you and me, separately, or don't you see?

I'm your friend I am, that guy, who held you high,
who told and tells you of your beauty, oh those lovely eyes.

So realize, I'm on your side, I'll lift you up,
why can't that be enough?

A journey becomes another

A journey, that has been passing since the first ring ablaze, is dying to one far superior.
One of numerous innumerabilities, infinite impossibilities as possibilities, and perfection perfected.
No longer are the separations, these imperfections, blindfully embracing us.
An ephemeral life such as this, to be traded for the eternal.

Say

I said I don't know you and I wouldn't show you the way,
But you got my attention, now what you got to say?

If you can think it, you can say it, if you say it you can do it,
if you can do it you can, you can change all the world.

Follow your dreams, and you'll see what I mean.
Don't compromise to eager eyes, you'll realize it's no surprise.

I said I don't know you and I wouldn't show you the way,
But you got my attention, now what you got to say?

If you can think it, you can say it, if you say it you can do it,
if you can do it you can, you can change all the world.

So what are you waiting for, you know you are thinking it.
Go say it, so you can do it, and change all the world.

You have my attention, now what do you have to say?
You have our attention, now what do you have to say?

You have our attention, now what do you have to say?

I miss the snow.

Oh, how I miss the snow. It was all that I did know. It brought such joy, such boundless feeling of content. The ultimate canvass, spread across the ultimate landscape. In endless splendor I watched it grow. One flake at a time the foam inched its way up. It covered the natural world, it covered the hand made world, it covered all the imperfections and stranded us from our institutions. In snow, I was free. In snow I was me. I miss me. I miss the snow. It was all that I did know.

Let's start out with an as of now unnamed piece.

• Taking lives is all the rage
• I find my friends and lock their cages
• They'll be happy, safe and sound
• When no bad or evil can be found
• Isn't everybody scared? but this is what you feared.
• We were never afraid of death, so why must they protect us?
• Everybody knows, they're cowards and it shows
• All they do is lie, in order to supply
• Their wallets and their bellies fat, yet they're starved for attention
• They'll cheat, lie, and steal that's a fact, just to win an election
• In order to get their gains, they'll experiment on our brains
• And every time somebody dies, they're buying stock in formaldehyde