dim approaches
requiring ceremony
in the ancient ways and...
memories of civilization
the master
of us, his slaves
to worship his belief
the egodeaths
confounding books
neither finding nor forwarding the mark
book ended
in ireland
or china
the point
is that, behind you
your kingdom is full of dead you's

the cost of your suicides
that you would against them
learn only from yourselfish

your selfish childish fun

Where am I runnin' to,
Where is this world comin' to,
What kinda bangs am I jumpin' to,
What doors will I be bustin' through,
Be good cause I'll be trustin' you,
What burning bridges will I be duckin' through,
Who will I be becomin' into in the future to come?

Humbled, yes, a child
-a way of being
led by the hand.

The pen was always mightier than the sword.
        
                            what if

                            we could

make our keypads mightier than the bullets ?

I screamed 
"I WOULD HAVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU"
"I WOULD HAVE DONE EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING"
I screamed at the top of my lungs
My fists clenched white as tears fell down
I screamed at the world
Until my heart gave out
I screamed
For someone who isnt' there anymore

If life could be more simple,
                Maybe my heart wouldn't be so brittle,
                         If happiness didn't come with a cost,
                                                            Maybe I wouldn't always be so lost,
               And if dreams didn't exist,
Maybe life wouldn't be so hard to resist.

Laughing hatreds faulted
Scented as dawning lapses
Embering waters flung
And daughtered boylings taught
Weef of misdeed
Tasteless narrow

Broken siams leggless