April 2008

Energize
The heart to rely
The will to survive
A terminal illness
A disease of mankind
The windows are watching
Holding back bombs
Bombarding my life
Decisions within
Out the door
Back on the floor
Over to a related system
The heart within a woman
To only find my way
Woke up this morning
looking in the mirror
Staring at my life
Looking back at me
Linoleum backing my soul
My fists raised high
To support my obsession

Rebellious conclusion
Staring to the closest dream
Of reality
Ridicule the name of grace
Pioneer of intelligence
Laughter in the night
Swollen sun
Ready to explode
Collecting bottled nightmares
Purple melting down the land
Field erupts
Disclosed virtues
Slowly bouncing to the heavens
Heavens up above
Protecting my life

The night is calling me
And the shadow raised above my head
Is broken down by the twilight
And the days are running short
I believe
As do I everything
That I can not escape
That if I wait too long
I’ll be stuck behind a wall
My mission seems too tough
Yet I push myself towards the light
And if I can hang out, touch the clouds
I just might last long enough to feel
The rising sun
I’m alone
I was left behind
I can feel the static charge in my heart
And she flies
Like a butterfly
So bold
So beautiful
Is it that I’m getting old?
Is it the child leaving me?
Why can’t I see?
Through a jaded mirror
My fear is resistance
And the mountains that we climb
Can not be refuted
Will they cry a thousand tears
When we leave them behind
Won’t you help me father time
Find a way

People are generated from mothers love
I hope to see you at the show
We are all lost in space
Just a lonely rat race
Only hoping that the day will come
When the world will be lovely
When hope will be found
Let the endangered love settle down

Loss of hope
For so many
As heartache seizes the body,
The mind and the soul.
Collecting battered bones, and
The Thoughts of the unknown.
Unknown to so many,
Known to so few
But, dear in our hearts we hold them.
Happiness will return,
Daily life will resume,
But the somber state of being
Will linger in American hearts,
Gripping us with it’s mortal doom
Tragedy across the land.
A ring of grief rolling into homes
Through tell tale television screens
Through a realization that we are not safe
I say this.
The world as we know it is in a terrible descent,
Falling to it’s untimely demise.
I fear for my life, fear for all that I’ve accomplished.
Human beings have turned against each other,
But is this the final war that is to be waged?
If so, what does it prove?
That life is of little worth to those with power
Even though they say that
Life is our number one resource.
Yet we through it away.
Throw it over the side
To display power
Political control
Nonsense

Alien shapes mold scold me
Carry me to silence
I search for their carrier
Hoping to crush it’s malevolent ways
Let me free, I scream, but to no avail
They raise me, shape me into something I am not
I appreciate them
Yet I despise their unforgiving orbs of light
Radiating above my head
Phosphorescent haze of electrifying thoughts and feelings
I cry out at night
Just to escape their rightful judgment of my life
I am crucified by the passages
That they write into my life
Strong willed am I
Though no hope in me has seen the light of day
See a shining face
Evaporate me into the flames
I try to brace myself
But the blast is overwhelming
As am I
I that am scolded for breathing
I that am tormented by alien shapes
Deepening my wounds, still mending old scars
Cold, alone, I am free of them
Free of the wild riverside dream
That flickers like a windblown flame
Candles at night
Candles without air
Raising a manufacturer of metal beings
Filing life down to it’s rarest essence
And holding on to me down the river nile
Into darkened woods with rotting decay and pompous head hunters
I alone stand before this final revelation, grasping on to manhood
For the final fall is riveting
Climbing trees into the star splattered sky
Wishing the governments of modern men dead
Watching with the careful eye of suspicion
The going ons of society’s softest silk gestures and accommodations
Seeing guilt stricken, poverty induced politicians
Politically correcting themselves all the same
Every bit of thunder screams from the highways of man made hell
As children grow, flowers bloom and geniuses spread their concoction
Thin to the bone, alone and degenerated
Days and days alone in mother earth
Calming howls from the beast of bogardan
Bombard me, as did the alien light
The radiating form of co-existence
That some how does not exist

Unfit for the old, too new for the new, revolving around elastic doors, believing in what is true. They quickly closed the doors of the past, eliminating all recollection of what had been. Moving on towards the crystal brilliance of illuminating light, they realized what was to come.
It was cold, much too cold for them to function. They sat, frozen half to death, praying to their long forgotten god.
As they moved closer to their destination, the cold leading them towards unconsciousness, a chilling thought breezed through their now unified brain waves.
Love is lost for now. To battle is to live. To fight is the only way towards separation. To be separate beings, sharing one soul.
The ice collected around their slowly beating hearts. Beating on, beating on, until finally they stopped. Not forever of course, but until the time they fought through the oblivion.
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Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. The rain bounced off the window pane, collecting in lonely puddles on the sill. They gray clouds loomed high above, draining their life-blood to fill the thirsting ground with the much needed moisture. The summers here were horrid. Heat lashed out and tore into all, reeking havoc all across the land. The blazing sun felt no compassion for those unprotected, no sympathy for those who took it’s great power for granted. The sun ruled in this part of Quaith. Up until now that is.
Long ago, before the dawn of ages, before the revisions of the articles of time, a man named Perkins reshaped the face of th universe as we know it. He brought a mysterious power with him. A mysterious controlling rage that rearranged life, formulated and molded the stream of consciousness.
*INTROSPECTION*
When looking within, I see a beautiful world. A world of peace, love, and happiness. But, where besides within can I find these things? I blink my eyes and before me is a slightly slanted plane of geometric figures in pastel colors. Spotted are the skies, so I weave, until I find myself resting beneath the old weeping willow with whom I’ve become rather fond of. I rest my back against his aged foundation and ponder on my past. I can recall the fateful day in which I lost my only love and found this imagination plantation.
I was so cold then. I remember my frozen, blistered lips. My heart was yearning for a fire that I could not ignite. I begged myself to let go, to form an objective style of comprehension, just to make things a little better. I ran for the light that called to me, offering comfort from the nights magic. So I went. Where she went, I’ll never know. I hope to find her as I journey through these mystical lands. As I travel through my soul on the roller coaster ride of an inner life, something most can never come to find enlightens me.
*PHILOSOPHIES*
The world relates to those who can relate to it. Society can also call itself a relative, for it formulates a base for the world to rest upon. We issue everything to all, hoping to gain acceptance through religion and god. All though he is prevalent, is it not he who created us? Or is it that the human mind created him? We are creators, innovators. The mind creates waves of images of reality, something for us to relate to.
People fit nicely into the slots they are placed in. But, what of those that have no place? Do they not work and mold themselves into something they are not? They do so just to fit into a certain place or a certain area of our time. What of the time of others? The past has it’s own slots, it’s own positioning that so describe the transactions that we encounter. We learn, therefore we are. But are we? Isn’t our inner being still present, still functioning even we we are not learning? When is it that we don’t learn? When is it that learning to fit in is present? In the present of the past? Or, through an introspective behavior that is chemically embroidered in the nervous system?
People form packs to survive. Relation to oneself in order to relate to others. Beliefs entitle us to companionship, this entitles us to nothing more than what we make of it; meaning that we can believe in whatever it is we believe in for companionship, but once that relationship becomes true it is then the person must must become true too. Without that the true companionship is never present. The lies to fin in bring us in, but once there, are we really there, or are we playing a running wild board game called life, with society rolling the dice?
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Finally the rain subsided

So little to do
So much to say
Writing and reading and living
Collecting thoughts with written words
Pasting them with cutting edge
Technology tearing apart
The one belief that held together
Everything and everyone
Sometime ago the light was lost
Listing and losing stability
Falling apart on the concrete floor
Wet edge dressing smeared on her face
Staring in the mirror, a delusional trust
Bartering the broken
Heaving the damned
No line has formed
Deciding the fate of ideals and order
A systematic rendering of fake life
Fake plans to attack the beliefs
Of the others, the wrecked, the untrue
No one knows, no one could ever know
The empty bodied smile
The fierce and fiery grin that died before me
Jester face laughing
Suited up to fade away as told
When looking back you see
The error of your ways
But life as it is, was what it is
And that is all that could ever be
For the story is no more

Black and Red
Raspberry Red
Dark as night
As far as the eye can see.
Crimson clouds melting
Over pale shadows of gray
Red blotter eternity
Caving in the day.
Black on Black, Red blood stains
On carpets of forgiveness,
The Red relapse of pain.
Raspberry Red, the Burgundy pool
Dotting blackened willows
That line the little schools
That teach the absent children
The Black and Red dismay
Of empty rivers plummeting
Into a flashing bay.
But Black and Red considers
Black and Red today,
Like the dismal alcoholic’s
Sense of burning fires within.
Laying waste, charring the land
Blackened, burnt building, building Red sand.
-To build our colonies greatness
Red rivers from space
Open armed forgiveness
For the hate we caused that day.
White parchment stained with negative ink
Eroding away integrity
When the Red wine swallowed by the Black suit man
Poisons us all.
Remember the sip he took,
The Red Tie Affair
Dooming us to destruction.
Black and Red, nobody cares.
All the cares in the world
Packed up and brought away
On a flaming crimson chariot
Lead by blackened steeds
To a place far, far away
So let the colors melt as one
Bubbling in the blazing sun.
-When beginning to end
From Black to Red
Recalling what we’ve had to say
Red as the devil dancing at your door
Dark as the night time outside your door
Blinding like the Red,
bleeding through dark curtains blowing in the wind.
Riding out the wave of Red
From sin, upon sin, upon sin.
And what of passion?
Deemed innocent, but never forgotten.
Did the world not part,
Bleeding from it’s veins?
Let in the dark,
Washing away all color with the rains?
Black and Red lifestyles,
Collapsed, put away
For memories of feelings
Of lost words to say
Protected by warriors
For the day that awaits.
-A small collective force of peace keepers and sooth sayers
So prophets come before us
Bringing us word of mouth,
But slight of had cures the mind
Of misconceptions of faith.
The Red coin flipped the tide,
Tumbled war drums battered down
Reverence in coercion, deliverance from loneliness.
Cause and effect bubbling over blackened sand
Last mind flow from heavenly defeat.
I am still here, blackened and bruised
Red in the heart, as Black as the news
That came down from Evermore,
Word of the end
Of a million year friendship
Between the world and her men.
I still wander on, remember the Red streaked lands.
Looking at brutal, battered
Blackened trees
Making what amends I can.
But I am only one man,
One Black and Red say,
In how things go
How the world carries out her day.
Still waiting for something
To be called away
So I can board the last starship
An make my way on
To the rolling tides of happiness, emotion
Where nothing is lost,
Nothing taken for granted.
I will find her there, waiting for me
Sweet reunion, divided in gray.
Splitting the cycle
Bringing back the sun
To let free a new belief in goodness and serenity.
I can only follow
The Black and the Red.
-One screams from the hallows
The other fills my head
With heavenly wonders
Angels from above.
One image destroys the nightmares
of corruption and dismay.
I’ve found guidance this time
Unlike the times before
Countless Summer sadness
Rapping on your darkened door,
But the light shimmers through
With life, there is hope
With smiles come warmness
And acceptance soon follows.
Raspberry Red
Will enlighten the day
Bringing warriors of virtue
To save the human way.
Laughter and tear filled eyes
From happiness only known by angels fills us all.
All are one
Loving and compassion residing
In the Red sun guiding along
The fantasy of man
Resting peacefully
Hoping to never be awakened again.

I don’t want to lose my way, my way to the edge of the world.
When oblivion comes I’ll be the one handing out the passports to god.
So collect your things, travel light, travel well, down to the whispering shore.

I heed your word, hear your good speech,
But wonder if there’s something to lose.
I fall to my knees, look high above for support, from a seraph named Lynn.
I’m troubled by glassmen who beat on my door,
I’m too troubled to give in; let them in.
photo from Eric @http://www.antilimit.com/