It is only when
you have cancer
in your thoughts
can you be called
a walking corpse
one who walks the lands
of fractured dreams
looking for
a reflection
to please

To annualize
what you vocalize
you must first
socialize
with what you think

Not many people
survive
when they cross the line
to a different frame
of mind

It is
the art
within your soul
that defines
your state of mind
when you acquire
the art
of an open mind

When logic
doesn't understand
reason
feelings
do not exist

Is it logical
to have feelings
with no meaning
to what you are thinking

Truth cannot be destroyed
only hidden
behind corrupted doors
forced
into a twisted corner
battered and beaten
hanging in chains
and there
it still remains
hidden
by denials wish
that this
skeletal abomination
of truth
should never be allowed
to speak
to those who seek
the reasons why
we
our children
have been
denied

Why do you need
to see
what's behind the door
are the words
I love you
not enough
any more
why do you insist
on looking
behind the scenes
when you know
what you will find
will not be me
yet you hope and pray
that I will change
while wishful thinking
becomes your cage
as you lay
on your barren bed of despair
believing
one day
I will care

You were not expecting
the feeling to be here
you could not believe
as you gazed
across the space
that separates you
from the place
where the one
you hold in your dreams
waits to be united
with the half
they have never seen

Is it not
the silence
in the night
that you dread
in that place
where your mind
begins to drift
into things
left unsaid

When your mind
has been shattered
every shard
must be found
among the ruins
of your broken heart
within
these decaying thoughts
with denial
beyond belief
that you knew the price
you would pay
when you walked this way

What I am
is who I am            
and what I am
is ME

She never said
she could love
but she would stay
for a while
and in that time
when she bedded
your spine
your thoughts
did nothing
but whine

Psychology
is nothing
but a flawed prophecy
of what you might do
depending on your mood

It is when the door
starts to slowly open
within
our minds eye
it is then
with growing fear
we will have
to decide
will we hide
within
our house of cards
with our belief
of denial
that our denial
will last
or will the wave
of our imprisoned feelings                            
pass us
through the door
to a place
all our life
we have tried
to ignore

Are we not
all halfbreeds
from races unknown
the only species
that has survived
the troubles and strife
in centuries gone by
from a patchwork
of broken memories
and forbidden
archaeology
we will
grow

Hope
like any other
psychological drug
taken
when it should not be used
brings a thin skin of happiness
that you assume
runs deep
as despair
claws its way up
from your abyss
to lay claim
to the hope
that you wished

It is when
one starts to slide
does one start
to change
where ones lack of empathy
begins to feed
on the feelings
that should be making
one weep

Hope is like
a flash in a pan
looks pretty
feels warm
but not for long

Are there not times
when you wish
you could just drift
within the wind
that lightly blows
across a soul
that slowly grows
within

When you are happy
With someone
That you care for
Does it really matter
What hangs above
Or below

How much longer
do i stand
at the crossroads
of future plans
within the shadow
of this skeletal tree
waiting
for someone
like me

Do we not keep
our fears close
and our denial closer
as we try to cross
the river that whispers
there is life
on the other side
for here
your denial shall drown
for without denial
there is no fear
in the belief
you cannot change
the things
that has brought you
to this point
at this time
in this life
that you live

When you summon evil
it is not
the devil you get
but the dark side of humanity
and if you succeed
you will wish it was the devil
you released

Are you not now
at the point of no return
where the things
that you wished for
now slowly burn
in a broken reflection
of a broken dream
that lay
forever buried
in thoughts
that continue to scream

One night
it will happen
i will
follow me
to see
where i go
when i sleep

When someone
you think you care for
becomes scabby
don't wait
for scabs to fall
peel back a few
take a look
is this the one you want

When I Look through These bars
Of your design
When I feel sun
Through the window blinds
When I smell fresh air
When you open the door
I bow my head
And Cry
A little more

Is it us
who puts the fear of loneliness
before the voice of reason
is it us
who puts the fear
of looking ignorant
in the eyes of others
before our logical common sense
is it us
who fears the freedom
of our feelings
that whisper
if you listen
to what is written
your mind
will become your friend

It is not the path
that you walk
that is crumbling
and cracked
it is you

Do you feel
comfortable
within these walls
where you sit
do you feel
satisfied
when you look through
these *****
cracked windows
of your life
gazing
at all the hopes and promises
that you faithfully made
to the reflection
that still patiently waits
for the day you complete
the things
that you say

If you wish
to satisfy a need
that cannot speak
first you must
understand
what it thinks

Is it you
that dreams
of being conscious
while conscious
has a dream
of being you

When self delusion
is stripped
from your bones
who are you

Could somebody
please tell me
because
I find it hard
to understand
how is it
that people say
they work hard
for the future
of their child
yet leave the future
of their freedom
out on the cold
concrete streets
to be hunted
by the wall street wolfs
like sheep

Is this
all we have
sympathy
for the innocent
who are being broken
and starved
dreaming
the same dream
of eating the food
that we
throw in the bin
is this
all we have
a strong hope
that we proudly present
to strangers
and friends
while our feelings
sadly sit back
and watch our ignorant
shallow thoughts
entertaining our mind
on how to pretend
that we
with our pride
change lives

At what level
do we vibrate
in our
psychological state
what feelings
do we create
to cover our mistakes
that we ignorantly made
to calm
our shallow thoughts
that scream in rage
every time
we try
to turn
A new page

Afraid to sleep
to disturb the dream
that when I awake
you'll be gone
just the smell of your breath
lingering
on my pillow
Of Sorrow

Are our feelings
speaking a language
we don't even try
to understand
are our morals
still preaching
tomorrow
we will stand
while our empathy
plays the game
of trying
to hide the pain
that drips
silently
from the corner
of our desperate eyes
that are slowly
becoming blind

Why do you
Refuse
to see
it is not your hole
that sets you free
but what you feel
when you see
that the one that loves
actually believes
you are a beautiful
human being

Between the lines
of which you speak
betrays the one
who believed

I'll help you out
I’ll help you out
I won't
let you drown
from within
I’ll help you back
to these muddy shores
for your heaven
is too far to swim

Deep in your head
you know
this well of dreams
is dry

We are given
fool's gold
and like moths
to the flame
we fly

Could you relax
to the fact
that cannot be
denied
that the life you feel
is the one
that you hide

To climb
Into my bed
You must first
Climb
Into my head

It is not you
Seeing them
From the corner
Of your eyes
It is them
Seeing you
From theirs

It is not you
Becoming
Tired of Life
It is life
Becoming tired
of You