In my city,
                 All I know is,
                                      All I want is;
I love you.
                 Sunrise over stone.

A few lines start off the night,
We do blue powder in the fading half-light.

Bounce. I'm trembling
but it's alright. We drop those blue stars
and run for our lives

and get to the club
as I'm coming up.
Now I feel it, I'm feeling loved.
Just floating, feeling buzzed

Sublime/Oblivious; the blue pill
is worth it. Let go.
Empathy is divinity,
I'm feeling it eternally.

In this blizzard of chemical wonder
everything seems clearer
than were I sober,

Therein lies
a danger,
Sigma.
Humanity is a joint effort,
Mastery is a sole exploit

Chasing a statue, and it's getting away.

Waiting for the sun in some desert lands
as the weightless yacht sails through the sands.

My mind has gone rouge
and it's taken me hostage.

Wave to the slaves,
You've nothing better to do.
Give me your mouth,
I've something to show you:

Strobing images flow
to form a sea of subtly,
veracious emotion;
The black and white chequered tile floor,
In a baby's pupil, iris and more.

We are the greatest threats
to the fabric of society:
Terrorists, drug dealers, hackers and poets.
The drones of humanity tremble at the mention of our true profession.
Are they alive
or merely undead?
The difference struggles to comprehend.

Paper bullets fly through the air like locusts
as a torrent of words enfolds upon us.
"Did you think to **** me?
There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to ****.
There is only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof."
Love the feeling as it falls apart;
When the chaos breaks into a line and gives birth to art.

I see red stars sprawled across this spacey cascade,
All ready to rain down upon the soft parade.

Don't cry, there's a war going on.

This mortal coil hath become electrified,
By a thunderous soul-storm gone haywire.

Smile, the world's burning again.

We watched the world end

basking in the surrealism of night,
The sky awash with wayward radiance
from orange streetlight; their fading luminosity
trapped by the city's persistent cloud-cover,
The soft glow dimly illuminating us
as precipitation gracefully descends
in a fine drizzle, seemingly endless;
The falling mist causing an apparent bloom
as sodium-vapor lamplight spread through and through.
This strange photon blossom,
Intangible and awesome.

My mind intoned one silent word:
Renew.

Urban torches expel their artificial light
and give way to the skyglow of streetlamps in bloom.
We lay back and watched the city breathe
as the floating masses of water swooned.
I felt the sky collapse around us
as surreality became our coupled theme.
Romantic ******'s American dream.

I have an irrepressible drive
to archive knowledge,
A data addiction.

I'm fulfilling it right now
by writing this.
"I can't get no sleep",
My interminable drive to score
until I win.

Yeah, that's the way librarians binge.

Some moments I stop and think:
I'd give in to it, just to give myself purpose.
I ponder a ******'s destiny and it hurts wondrously,
Like a super-massive black-hole.
I want to dive in and lose control.
How long until I get bored, curious?

What are those depths like, how will it be
at rock-bottom, lying on my back
looking to the sky?

Tell me I'm wrong,
That my venturous nature will not
be the death of me.
At a point in time I questioned (with) my life,
You can't start living
until you've made a conscious decision not to die.
So, why choose life?

Hah, I dunno.
Were you really expecting grand answers
from a teenage ******-to-be?
"Who's the more foolish,
The fool
or the fool who follows him?"
Come find yourself, then
we'll see who's laughing.