Jesus,
this is just swell,
I'm scrunched again
in 5A.

Hey there
Miss Flight Attendant,
this one's smaller
than the last aircraft.

Can't I get
a complimentary drink
or something else
to make me
feel numb?

I hate being
twisted like a pretzel!

Oh well,
at least there's a window,
that's some consolation!

a century ago the world began
in blood and pain the auguries were wild
so many things have changed in a short span

my father’s world the currents overran
there was no time for words or thoughts too mild
a century ago the world began

we have to choose which of the screens to scan
it is too easy to become beguiled
so many things have changed in a short span

and we are all entranced woman and man
by all the facts that overcome the child
a century ago the world began

two shots and then the faeces struck the fan
for all mankind none would be reconciled
so many things have changed in a short span

the light itself has been placed under ban
and all that once was purest been defiled
a century ago the world began
so many things have  changed in a short span

enter the dance
sing the chorus
love completely

beauty has the upper hand
despite the ugly protestor
who would weave their woe
as long as someone listens
and will pass with their passing

love?
search your hearts
and see if you are fulfilling

there is nothing left
we can hear the drums
there is nothing left

my heart wants to understand and
be refound in what my mind reads.
a clarity of what happens in front of me
because is hard, and I get tired.
so tired of trying
and slowly I let go. becoming numb.
staying like that until I'll figure it out
to cry myself to sleep at night
to make rhymes in my head
with
this disease
how sick is that?
thought, I can still see "the forest"
but is not green. is grey to black.

I am drowning in words
Words with shaky hands and wide open mouths
Eternally screaming into the infinite sky
Their hands turning into fists in violent ecstasy
Hands with veins thrumming to the beat of life
Like the rhythmic hum of the sidewalk singer’s throat
The night is still and silent
A blanket of hush trying to swallow it whole
But the window is open and the streetlights are open
My ******* heart is open
And the sound of the earth is crashing into me
There are words bouncing off the walls
Ripping off plastic smile photographs and cut out posters
Trying to rid me of what I thought I was and what I thought I want to be
Filling my insides with a fiery something
Like I just drunk burning water and my ***** mouth is craving for more
On every corner of the room and on every inch of my skin
There are letters and syllables and fragments in messed up writing
Piling up in to mountains and oceans and ******* galaxies

I am drowning in words
And the lack of oxygen has never tasted so sweet