Ash coats the skies that were once blue
A paintbrush of black over the green brand new.
The fire burns throughout the fields,
Destroying any enemy it deems unworthy of life.
Searing heat permeates the air,
Thick humidity pierces the lungs
Cages of smoke capture their vision,
While I run for hills
To escape this life circumcision.
Flesh upon bone and fabric upon flesh,
Burns both gracefully and with ferocity.
Their screams encompass the peace that once was Elysium.
There is no escape from this terror and fear,
For there is no refuge far, no refuge near
A place of sanctuary, no place for pain
Why would one come here to suffer these things again.
As this paradise burns to the ground,
I wonder what of those who wait to migrate,
To this place looking for peace, to only find death and despair.
They have nothing left to live for,
Only sorrow to bear,
For once their lives are over,
They have no resting place there.
No holy place of healing where their bodies can be renewed,
No fields or Sun so pure that their sins are memories refused.
What so they have to look towards
In their short time on that Earth,
Just a place for which their bodies lie,
Rotting beneath the hearth.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
For life eternal
One no longer should lust.

Where are the endorphins?
Happiness devoid,
Empathy of the world around me,
Has been many years destroyed.
Where men, women, children and beasts
Roam the land of the living,
Indulging in empty, finite feasts.

Where are the endorphins
My mind isn't often,
Clasped within the reigns of a chastity belt
But allowed to roam free
Within the comfort of self-confidence,
And now my thoughts are minced
Never to formulate a plan,
And think "Yeah I'm the man".

Where are the endorphins?
I can see but I'm blind,
Not even trying to latch on to any comfort I find.
Missing out on the touch of another,
Feening for the passion and peace of a lover.

Where are the endorphins?
A chemical high,
At this point it would seem that this drug is a lie.
Happiness devoid,
Yet I still cannot avoid
This search for an invisible glee,
Which is a wish most probably now lost at sea,
A message in a bottle,
Simply reading "You shall never find me".

A tease comes and goes,
A sliver of cake,
A sip of fine wine,
But how long will it take to taste sweeter with time --
A portion satisfies for a short period
Much like in the novel 'The Iliad'
Where joy may endure for a day,
But once its time is up,
And I stand at the gate with crossed limbs,
The question unanswered remains;
Where are the endorphins?

Under the sun kissed moonlight
Which dapples the streets below,
A man leaves his life time employment
To go forth to his new temporary job.

Along the streets he lurked,
Like a thief in the night
Walking not by faith,
But instead by his sight.

Across the city 9 hours before dawn
He evades any face time
To avoid any wasted time
For he cannot be late,
Not on this date.

Under coincidental circumstances
He found this new job,
Around a few drinks,
A clever little minx.

Illumination by the queen of the night
Stolen by the king of the day,
Breathing life into this forbidden foray
A pillaging of the heart.

At the doors of his temporary career
Intentions in his mind much too clear.
Reaching inside the institution
Risking himself with no safety of income.

Into the office he put himself,
His presence made known
More than qualified
For his personal assistance.

The moon stares within the confines
Of this deep, seedy establishment.
Shining light on the dark proceedings
Which are about to proceed into the night.

Ready to work for his promotion,
Changing into his work attire,
Takes his seat in the workplace,
Planning to come second in this work race.
Forgetting his full time employers face
Moonlighting,
Under the moon light.

A city of amnesia
On the streets cold,
Where memory of a past life haunts
The minds of those who dwell within.
A past life with which there is no memory of.
What came before no one knows
All that is known is what comes now
For no one knows what comes next.

Negotiations occur,
Through a man of a past life.
With time in motion
One stirs,
To discover what the city holds dear.
Paradigm City,
Paradox City.
For its streets are absurd,
And its domes are extravagant.
Its event shrouded in disbelief,
But it may still be true.

A city of amnesia
On the streets cold,
...

Love like wine --
Love like wine.
A love so sweet
Like grape from the vine,
From the vineyards of passion,
Where the fruits are plump;
Plump and fat,
Growing as the sun glistens on their skin.
No evil can breed in these roots,
For when the lights are dim,
The moonlight is a protector --
And love is never mute.

Love like wine --
Love like mine.
Organic, not fabricated
Though it may not stand the test of time,
For when my body decays,
And goes into another phase
Love cannot be sent --
There is no one to give it.
But may you ever read it,
And forever feel it.

A Sun upon your skin,
To the waves of your soul.
Caressing your heart,
Perfecting its art --
A wine tasting class
To taste a love of the future,
Making love in the future,
To share love of the past.

Love like wine --
Love like wine.
A love so sweet
Like grape from the vine,
From the vineyards of passion,
Where the fruits are plump;
Plump and fat,
Growing as the sun glistens on their skin.
No evil can breed in these roots,
For when the lights are dim,
The moonlight is a protector --
And love is never mute.

Love like wine --
Love like mine.
Organic, not fabricated
Though it may not stand the test of time,
For when my body decays,
And goes into another phase
Love cannot be sent --
There is no one to give it.
But may you ever read it,
And forever feel it.

A Sun upon your skin,
To the waves of your soul.
Caressing your heart,
Perfecting its art --
A wine tasting class
To taste a love of the future,
Making love in the future,
To share love of the past.

Singular and alone,
Where the darkness around it permits no life.
One with no face,
One with no race
One which has no merits,
No footsteps in the sands
For this one to be traced.

Silent and still,
A broken piece within
A broken whole.
Eyeless sockets look for a slice of pi,
But there is no three to be found from two,
For this is a place of one's.

Unable to be rescued from the darkness,
No voice to be heard of encouragement.
No life to be seen but the present
Confusion and doubt control the future.
A foundation built strong beneath the whole
Crumbles from beneath the weight of the black,
Darkness encompasses this single atom amidst the light of around him.

At the whim of no one but himself
He continues to dwell in the darkness,
Dancing to the melody of his own
Self composed song.