I've seen him
The one who sits outside creation
Whether he is God or not
I could not say

For he was far stranger
Than I though God might be
If I stood next to him
He would have towered over me

The surface of his skin
Seemed metallic and ever shifting
And upon his head
Was a strange helmet

Upon closer observation
The helmet was made of bone
Perhaps the skull
Of some long extinct creature

The being continued his work
On some infernal machine
Whose purpose and design
Were beyond my comprehension

I do not know for how long I watched
But eventually I saw his head
Turn in my direction
As if he saw me

He stood motionless for a time
And then walked closer
His strange helmet churned
And began to shift

He stood not but a meter before me
Then bent to my level
An insurmountable terror
Overcame me and I froze

Just then his helmet began to open
Peeling back in a far too organic manner
As it opened an all together new terror
Washed the previous one away

For staring back at me
Was both the nothingness and infinity
Of all space and time

And then I woke up

Passion in the midst,
Hunger is what it is.
Determined to make a change.
Scared for those in pain.
Pride wont let them stop,
Fighting with all they have got.
Acceptance of what is right.
Freedom for those in plight.

The internal pain
Has struck me again.
Turning me blue
Hating everything I do.
Taking me down
Hearing me drown.

But **** it,
I will never submit.

Peering through crimson curtains,
Into the life of someone new.
Peeling away their layers,
Until all becomes black, just like you.

If the universe is all about
Survival of the fittest

Then why is it etched
On our hearts to feel good
When we help others
But to feel guilty
When we only help ourselves?

The mellow light of dusk
Shines in through cracks
Of curtains and blinds
Faded by time and sun

Old wood creaks
As the house settles and shifts
Dust and particles stir
With every wisp of stale air

A music box plays
Next to a crooked lamp
Whose blackened light bulb
Had long since burnt out

Night draws near
Yet ever so slowly
As the music box continues
Its soft strange tune

And with its final chime
Will the sun then sink
Below the amaranth sky
And into the oblivion of night

Step one:
Agree that science must be objective

Step two:
Disagree with and dismiss any objective evidence contrary to your beliefs or philosophy

Tattered veil
And near transparent
Fluttering cloth
A lonely white dress
Inhabited by a frail figure

Perhaps once it cried
Though now all its tears
Have long been spent
Mourning something lost
That cannot be returned

And Ever shall it wander
The great forest wastes
Silent and somber
As it paces over ancient graves
Long covered by vegetation

In the realm of dreams
I came to a grave
Perched on a cliff
Overlooking the waves

It sat alone
Under a great yew tree
The stone turning white
From the salt of the sea

Much of the epitaph
Was long worn away
But a select few words
Had chosen to stay

At the very bottom
Of the encrusted stone
Did I read this verse
In a somber tone

"To those no longer,
Gone to the west
Who fought their battle
And deserve their rest

Who strode the stars
With wonder struck eyes
That will not again open
Nor ever will rise

To those no longer
May this monument stand
The final resting place
Of those called Man"

A stumbling shape
Of undetermined form
Not flowing,
But twisting and contorting

Bent beyond breaking
Like a young green branch
It calls out in pain
With a silent voice it beckons

Hoping to be heard
Against the drowning dark
But there is no answer
Nor will there ever be