"Science will save us" was the early diet off all education. Once the child could look around and gather some smatterings of bearings.
Armed with a microscope and the absorption of former minds work, they set off to conquer the academic world.
Their buildings glittering with the unspoken ideals of their field, a jump above and the zoning in a small nature of the universe, playing with God's laws, staring him in the eye.
And we sit back in our leaky, sun-setted windows buildings, desiring the human condition, exchanging empathies of existence and lamenting the archaic actions of ancient revising their records:
"Day 51: with these crazy apes"
The dreams, the beard strokes, the pondering lost who fear for our lives. As we watch through our sunset windows the dawn of the new scientific man. A world without our thought

The clouds,
Once so high
Fall to the ground,
Feeding the earth.
Little white flowers
Burst from lonely trees,
Float below,
To be trampled on,
By the wondering souls

My abode was not built by my own two hands
It was erected by the noble hands of labs, in the 1920s
I make caffeined, bitter black water for the over worked businessman: who pushes arrogance
so that I may sleep
My time spent manifests itself into red norishment
from a white-light shuttle
free of breathable sunlight but abundant of it in edible from

There are stickers on my apples
trees tattooed with chemicals
that find themselves everywhere
plastic freckles on the trunks of their mothers
or returning into plastic fossils
Embraced by the place in which it came

Stickers on Apples:
so much effort for something
so
sweetly
simple

It's a bright day
A cool wind seeps
Though my bedroom window
Making the air,
Pleasantly crisp.
In slept in,
Should of gone to church,
But I was too sleepy for God.
There is an emptiness to the blue sky
Like a tropical ocean
I want to drive deep into it
And swim in her invigorating waters.
On the street I see,
A family of four walk by,
Mum pushing baby little girl
Rides her pink trike with white wheels
I had one, once .
It's a shame I have to study today,
I'll try but the sun
Is blinding me

I love you,
I love you,
I die,
I die.
Fill my heart,
No don't try!
What is love?
I don't know
I love the wet grass
I love the stars glow
Leave me not
Quench my thirst
With you,
Potential shall burst
But the one thing I do so fear
do I love you,
or just the idea?

In these strange lands I deposit my sleep
into a small percentage of the neat twenty-four boxes in which I can make a memory.
The clock runs 24 instead of two swings of 12.
I wish it could all be black and white
not Greenscale.
In the movement of the long white snake through the ocean of soft hills,
they glide up and down like a bloated wave in the See.
I stare blankly in disbelief at the rows of wise buildings.
As if they are unreal, like a theme park.
Rivers quietly saw through the hard earth
knowledgeable trees gather at her banks.
Vast and soft.
Green clouds of leaves.
And the airplanes slice through the heavens
leaving a trail of white blood.
Raging with accents of gold from the sun.
As she makes her journey to you, westbound, southbound, homebound.
Her last fingers of light drizzling inside me like golden syrup to sweeten the foul, rotten darkness that feasts on my starved love.
But I shall find sweet redemption, in these strange Femdlände of my blood.

You caught me a young gupping fish who kissed you steal hook and become caught
Suddenly bound to a line you pulled me through the water of gushing, warping emotions
I burst from the surface into the serene clear of day and fell into the pool of your eyes
I was gasping and out of breath, looking to you for salvation after being left raw.
Perhaps my fresh, cursed, spinning youth captured your fixation.
Then lady future whistled your name and you dropped me on the bottom of your wooden boat.
She blew a picture of colour into your eyes and mind.
You shook into a dazed fazed dimension and then come plummeting back down to see poor me flopping around lostly at your ankles.
Picking me up with tender care you then placed me back into the water with a loving hand.
But I forgot how to swim

See the world tumbling turning
Feel the self-light fire slowly burning
Take day-wide steps up time so steep
The pictures of my mind slowly seep
Forget the fluttering sunshine on native leaves
Listen to people and their pet peeves
Sense the swirling new
Lay down, and forget about you
Forget about perfect, don't even try
loose your angst in clean, perfect alps embracing the sky

I love the unknown,
The misty haze of life,
is still to unveil herself.
Where shall I go?
What shall I do?
Whom shall I love?
Whom will break my heart?
Still treasures to be unwrapped.
The Path walk is not,
Carved in stone.
We must always chose,
Which corner to take,
Or which nook we shall shelter in,
Until the clouds clear.
Knowing the unknown will,
Cut the endeavor short.
But sometimes,
It's nice to know how,
The sun,
Will dance across the sky.

Worthless
No one is born perfect
We all have our faults
How do people deal with them?
I go through one stage after another of self-hate, self-harm
Why must I be so flawed?!
Why can't I be happy?!
And when I wish to sleep, the mistakes of today, my life
oh they haunt!
oh they taunt!
I see others
They do wronge
But it does not faze them
In despite, they are content?!
WHT MUST I HATE EVERYTHING I DO???!!

And then I saw them
authoritative angles of time
Their age had given them solid ground to walk on
which made my wafery fabric crumble
So young so self-conscious so doubtful
Contently looking up with puppy-dog eyes
wanting to do the trick right
Fallen into a shameful underserving existence
scrambling to gain fiber
to build a stamped and approved version of myself
So young indeed I was
So many words only worth pennies