God is in the rain
He who has no name
God is in the air
God is everywhere
Recline and touch his face
Reach out in his embrace
To people everywhere
Never lose your faith

I suspended in the air
Heavenward
I Reached out anywhere
For something I couldn't describe but I felt
I couldn't feel you and the world was dark
And I was alone

Misery, traveling at Godspeed
Asking if you believe in me
How can you believe in what you can't see?
Are you there
Somewhere in the night air
And if you are will you tell me where
Or leave me feeling alone here

Where are you, I can't feel you
As my faith begins to fade away
The warmth and the feeling
Leave as suddenly as they came

Nothing significant has come over me
Nothing for miles I could see
God are you here
God are you near
Until I reached out again
You don't start to believe

Another revelation hits me and suddenly I can't speak
But I tell you that I can see
And He is with me

God is in the rain
He who has no name
God is in the air
God is everywhere
Can you feel his grace
Be warm in his embrace
God is in the rain
God is in the rain

I wish we would have had more time
To discover
Each other
Our minds and our bodies

I know that a soft touch along your spine
Leaves you shivering
And that you sleep
On your back with your head
Tilted upwards
As if in prayer

And I know that your kisses in the morning
Are soft and tender
While when you’re awake
They are playful and tense
Just like you are

But I wonder if you know
That I shivered when you touched my neck
And that I wrestled with you at night
Because unlike you, I do not like to sleep in the cold

And I wonder if you know my smell
The color of my eyes
And the way my face would change
And become a little softer and brighter
Whenever my eyes set on you

If I had to draw a map of you,
I could use hundreds of colors
And fill it with all the details
That make you who you are

But I could also
Draw a big black dot
In the middle of a blank page
And write down your name
Along with the words
“Address unknown”

Mother,
why are your eyes red?
This morning you were happy,
everything will be fine, you said.
Now you said it's crappy.
Where were you today?
You've been gone an awful lot,
you look sad in every way.
Your beautiful smile has started to rot.

Mother,
Must you sleep again?
I seen my brother crying,
he said it's not the same as then.
He said they shouldn't bother trying.
What happened to your golden mane?
I seen a trail to the bin,
I thought I'd gone insane,
Until I see what was beautiful of you doesn't remain.

Mother,
Why won't your eyes open?
Daddy says your a princess sleeping.
George says I should stop hopin'.
That's when Daddy started weeping.

Father,
Why can't I remember her?
Only in my dreams at night,
that's when everything is clear and bare,
that's when everything is finally right.
Why do I remember Starburst and Sleeping Beauty?
and not her magnificent face.
Isn't it my duty,
to remember every last trace?

What has been gone,
I have not found.
And wont until,
I hit the ground.

Why is the concept of being forgotten so paralyzingly terrifying to me?
Before the expanse of time,
none of us stand a chance of being remembered.
We will be swallowed up,
only be known as a statistic, a point of reference.
The thoughts we think are paramount
Quail before the laughing face of Time.
God will remember me,
so why do I care about what those on earth think?
Why do I care what people think?
What kind of sick bastards are we that we derive pleasure from others' pain?
Schadenfreude is alive and well
Unlike you and I
Why don't I throw up my hands
And succumb to the ravages of an indifferent Time
And an indifferent society
Why not let them win
Who values a game which is purposely weighted to one side
If not those who have waged something dear upon the outcome
The Ender inside me rejects the faulty system.

Why do I persevere for a "humanity"
which will never improve
In fact,
the more we evolve and know and comprehend,
The more apt we are to be heartless
Because why do we need a heart when we have a brain, Tinman?

Why do we care what we look like
Our bodies are merely
borrowed from the earth
And in the blink of eternity's eye
what we call ours
will belong to another

Why do we live in a world overflowing with bodies
And entirely lacking with people

Why can we satisfy any part of ourselves
by draping on borrowed emotions
Why is the false more alluring than the truth?
Show me an honest person
And I will show you an attractive one.

I am not you
you are not me
And we will never be
The same
Despite the pervading effort of our society
I will not be assimilated.

If we let people in,
They wouldn't hate
So why are we terrified of doing that
Is it because,
If everyone is in,
No one is
And in ceases to exist?

Why do we feel the urge to gloat about things we did not earn

Why does 1
Make more money than 2
Because his nose is straighter,
His hair is curly rather than straight,
Because 1 spends an eighth of his time in the gym
While the less attractive 2 spends 7/8 of his time
Screaming inside
At a society which has cut off its own ears that it can't won't hear.

Why are random genes a judge of worth
While character is a word so overplayed
It folded its hand long ago

Why is the face of a beautiful liar
Infinitely preferable
To that of a plain truthteller
Infinite whys
And a world which whispers
     Cradle me with your honeyed lies
     Assurances of past lullabies
     How do I trust what the mockingbird cries
     When even it runs from the skies
Why do so many see ourselves as bound and controlled by manipulated strings
When those strings are nothing but ropes with which we can escape

Why do we live on top of one another
Without deigning to know our prisonmate
Without so much as a spared thought
For the dead flailing beneath us

Why do I hold dearest to my heart
Past injustices
Counting them as the tiny, insidious proofs
That I am a good person
Because good does not exist without the bad
Relativity is the grip keeping us from sliding
Down.
Away.

Why is it that words spoken can never be taken back?
Simple. We can never reclaim what was never ours.
You think you are original in your menial thoughts
What have you done but regurgitate the thoughts of your predecessors?
Rearranging the same letters
To form the same tiresome conclusions.
We are the worst type of plagiarists.

Why is the only thing propelling you a sense of duty
Why are you devoutly loyal to objects rather than the people who happen to hold them

Why

Why do we invent reasons to hate one another
We take solace in the loopholes which justify our hatred
That we may not be like the "monsters" we condemn

Why are "we" and "they"
Not just markers of distance?
Why must they be very real, ubiquitous mentalities?

Why are somber topics the common stuff of jokes
Because we have grown numb enough to empathy
To shun it in favour of a laugh?

Why is suffering so prevalent
When we have an excess of affluence
Are such extremes what define us as a race?

Why is a white lamb the symbol of pristine innocence
When innocence is slaughtered day after day?
Why are sharks abhorred creatures even though
Our vicious attacks
Far outnumber theirs
Do we idealize them that we may have a reason
An excuse
To assert our dominance over yet one more
To feel the joy of crushing them underfoot
Why do we focus on certain images
When the true image of our society
Is the person who occurs each day,
Who breaks
The answer is because we know
that we
Are at fault.

Why when confronted about the tiniest aspect of ourselves
We rear our heads in defense
Backing up against the corner of idiocy
The walls built upon the truths we have fabricated
Why are the swirling armor of falsities so comforting
And when pierced
We rebel
With every bit of the person we have built
Lashing out as does a dog chained its entire life
But even a dog
Which is after all "just an animal"
Is not fool enough to delude itself into loving its chain.

we'll face the world
a pair of two
you with me
and me with you

you'll hold my hand
I'll kiss your cheek
together strong
together weak

come make me laugh
I'll make you grin
we'll never feel
alone again

standing together
side by side
our souls will never
have to hide

we'll face the world
a pair of two
you with me
and me with you

Falling from grace she can't erase
Years of worry from her pretty face
Her eyes try to hide that which she can't deny
Don't ask those questions cuz she just can't lie

I've gotten used to being alone
But I miss you like hell when I get stoned
Heavy is my heart when I dream of you
But thats ok 'cuz I'm always blue

Fallen from grace she's seen my true face
The highly intellectual basket case
It's as if she leaves me time and again
I hold my breath as long as I can

It's not so easy to pretend
When you're on the outside looking in
Yet truth is I really care
And now I'm gasping for some air....

Through all my lives I've loved you.
With each one you were my constant.     You were always there.

What's happened?
In this life I only have the dream.
There's never a face

I feel you,
     I sense you,
          I know you.

This life can be no different.
You are out there.
I keep thinking I've found you, but.....
it's not right,
not you.

I think I'm learning though, I need to stop looking for you.
To stop the search and just let it happen.
It's not I who has to find you, it's we who will find one another.

It won't be right
   You won't be right
        We won't be right
Until we find each other.
Then, the face that is missing
will be seen.

Oh, darling, look at you.
Laughing with your friend.
You have such a lovely face.
It's a shame, really.
Bang.
A bullet through your head.
I smile.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
One for your friend and two more for you.
I hear running behind me.
Someone screams.
I laugh,
And a dozen more bullets pierce through your skull.
You lie lifeless and frozen,
Fifteen bloody holes in your precious face.
I continue to laugh,
As I feel hands wrap around me.
My weapon falls to the floor,
And they drag me away.
There is shouting but I do not hear it.
A wild grin spreads across my face.
You can no longer hurt me.
You can no longer hurt anyone.
You are gone,
Rid from this beautiful world.
I do not mind the consequences I am soon to face,
Because you are finally
Gone.

My heart tightens,
My lungs cave in,
I gasp for air.
Tears run down my face.
They pool in the purple wells under my eyes.
Music blares.
I do not hear it.
I tuck my head into my knees.
I can not breathe,
I refuse to open my eyes.
I will not like what I see.
Because I won't see anything.
Nothing, no one will be there.
I will be alone.
Like I always am.