Offspring! to all of creation.
A child! of your own constellation.
In the universe's own desperation,
to define a single location!
Along the dismount of concentration.
The ever growing degradation.
Bound only by your imagination.
So stand up!
And be, it’s salvation.

Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Existence arrives,
As it discards,
Flickers of light,
Rush right past,
The cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.

God is dead, and my world is so much bigger.
God is dead, and my life is so much smaller.
God is dead, and I am alone for ever.

Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Existence pops in,
As it discards,
Flickers of light,
Rush right past,
The cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.

I am alone inside of you,
While being alone inside of me,
I am alone inside of everyone,
Who has ever met me!

Me, who is me,
Is he the me inside of you,
Or the me inside of me,
Could he be the me inside of anyone,
Who has ever met me?

But there is no me, or even you,
No single individual,
Can really be true,
When they’re created by the minds,
Of really quite a few.

I awoke today, my surroundings seemed distant and bleak. While I stared across the horizon of strange shapes and monoliths, my eyes where drawn to a window. The grey light drawled in and infected my habitat, rushing over everything as it darted straight for me. I lay there, or stood, yet I existed. My head was occupied by nothing and all my concepts had failed. The weight of all things bare down upon me and I am lost eternally in the dark.

They spoke with warmth, their ideas so bright.
They told us for too long, we have had to fight.
It’s time to take it back, they told us all with might.
It’s time to end humanity’s, bitterly long night!

The next day we rose, with a correction of sight.
While the white men in their towers, looked at us with fright.
For our power now displayed, so ominously bright.
Now we fight together, for everything’s that’s right!

The trail of destruction,
The silence of screams,
All of humanity,
Forgotten to dreams.

The silence of life,
That has become no more,
Haunts only the rocks,
And the broken sea floor.

The storms that once ravished,
Humanity’s home,
Now carry fire,
Melting even their stone.

The ground is all scarred,
Where the meadows once grew,
Just a crack in the surface,
Where rivers once drew.

Night and day,
No longer opposed,
The contrast of weather,
No longer imposed.

The passing of time,
Is no longer consistent,
The bonds of its measure,
No longer resistant.

The world is all quiet,
There is nothing to hear it,
Existence is lost,
While nothing can live it.

Look up there, really look!
The line of your sight and the path that it took.
Try to understand the truth of life’s vocation.
While you grasp the depths of its bitter isolation.
There is nothing up there, nothing watching.
Just a barren universe, casually mocking.
Existence, is a catalog of aligned integration.
Just a system of knowledge and past information.
Your ability to experience in all of its brilliance.
Is merely the outcome of your required existence.

To Question Is To Understand
To Understand Is To Suffer
To Suffer Is To Live

Offspring! to all of creation.
A child! of its own constellation,
In the universe's own desperation,
To define a single location!
Along the dismount of concentration,
The ever growing degradation,
Bestowed the gift of observation,
And bound only by its imagination.
Grown by it's internal elevation.
Tainted by surrounding information
But powered! to stand up! and be it's salvation.

Why do we do what we do,
When all we need to do,
Is do what we don’t,
It’ll fix every problem we have,
Yet for some reason we just won’t

Down here, the river is king,
It’s path through the rocks,
Is how it does sing,
Tunnels and chambers,
Left only in it’s wake,
The beauty of nature’s,
Elegant mistakes.
Time does stand still,
And the air fails to travel,
Light dances endlessly,
Above the gravel,
But the majestic secrets,
This dwelling does hold,
Will reveal themselves,
To only the bold

The saddest thing I have ever seen,
Was a baby duckling all alone in a stream,
In search of guidance left and right he looks,
Before being beguiled and taken by the rooks.

There is only myself, and I will do what I please.
I do not care for you, and I exist like this with ease.
The pain that I have suffered, has made my soul seize.
A world full of hate, has brought me to my knees.
The suffering will continue, to varying degrees.
All I can do is live out, this insidious disease.

We wait for a tomorrow that never comes,
When what we wanted has already begun!

You hang there incandescently bright,
Fighting a battle with a dark night,
Only a part of your face is in our sight,
Yet your weight pulls our oceans tight,
Even the wind can feel your might,
The sky’s most loyal knight!

One day in the future.

Someone will look at you.

They will try to define.

All the things you do.

They will ask themselves.

What it meant to be you.

They will ponder all the choices.

All the things that you knew.

They will wonder why you didn’t.

When you knew it to be true.

They will see that your problem.

Is your human through and through!

There is veracity in our vernacular,
Rhythm in our rhetorics,
This power that I speak of,
Lies only with the poets.

My cart draws on,
But life goes no further,
It twists and turns,
My grip gets tighter,
The path I chose,
Won’t go on for ever,
Yet I cling to this cart,
I can’t hold on much longer.
As time goes on,
My hold gets lighter,
It bucks and kicks,
I thought I was a fighter,
Can I let go,
I can’t go any further,
I don’t want to be here,
Fighting any longer.

The saddest thing I’ve seen,
A baby duckling in a stream,
Left and right he looks,
Before being taken,
by the rooks.

I wake to a world,
I no longer know,
The pain that I feel,
Has begun to grow,
The life that I live,
Is no longer worth it,
But then it dawns,
I never had it.

This voice in my mind,
Screams at me that it’s time,
To lose control,
And say goodbye to it all!

We adorn our masks, of physical taste.
While our mental states, lay in waste.
We keep up face, and carry on.
So you do not see, how far we've gone.
We turn our eyes, on to you.
To stop you seeing, straight through.
We fear our minds, and what they do.
For time alone, is time to rue.

It spoke again,
In the dark recess of my mind,
This voice of mine,
The one I blame,
For all my crimes!

I am whatever I need to be.
I am never what I want to be.

I am alone inside of you,
While being alone inside of me,
I am alone inside of everyone,
Who has ever met me!

Me, who is me,
Is he the me inside of you,
Or the me inside of me,
Could he be the me inside of anyone,
Who has ever met me?

But there is no me, or even you,
No single individual,
Can really be true,
When they are created by the minds,
Of really quite a few.