Where is the truth in this world?
Does it knock on the door,
When it feels ready to enter
Or does it sneak into the heart
When it is ready to reveal?
Truth, so utopic
As it is to reach the farthest stars.
It overcomes the multiple bars
Seems as yet too metaphoric
Behind the garden of truth
You stand and watch the flowers bloom
But cannot open the floodlit door
Though the heart is seeking for the key
While truth remains still in the mystic breez.
Have we forgotten
Where we belong,
Breathing it all
Into our lungs,
Black sludge and exhaust.
Geocide or genocide,
It's the same either way.
Mining is thievery,
Manufacturing is murdering,
And they will never stop
Until they can't buy water.
Every time I take the wheel,
Twist the key and start it up,
I feel bad for what has to suffer
Just so I can go someplace faster.
What will we do
When all the oxygen is gone?
You broke me
But somewhere deep inside I always knew,
You and I were not meant for forever.
I always knew we wouldn't last;
Something in me told me that.
But over and over
My mind runs through our time
And I wonder why?
Why does it hurt when I knew we'd end?
Why does it hurt knowing I won't see you again?
Why do I wish for one more day? One more night?
My mind tells me to move on forward,
But my heart, it wishes for just a little more.
I'm at war with myself,
Logic and reasoning
Wishes and dreaming.
My mind says move on
But worse off
My heart says what if?
You broke me
But deep inside I always knew you would
And yet I still hurt.
I need to read love poetry
For the same reason monks read bibles
the irrepressible need to believe
That love exists
That love is omnipresent, omniscient, all powerful
That it is eternal
For someone somewhere, at least
The emptier I feel, the more I read
Let me believe
Crusty eye-lids in perfect bliss
In the dense, dark wood Pan is heard,
From the gravity of the darkness Pan runs naked.
Pan with his laughing mouth caught fire and drew the sun down from the sky
Pan had a hungry heart and ran with killers
Pan sounded his pipes through the dark wood
He called forth the whine of evil from the desperate earth
And wine suckled from the stillborn sea
Pan ran naked and Pan ran free
In the dense, dark wood Pan is heard
And now you can hear the trees tumble and the dark wood burn