Sail to the moon:
One way ticket to no mans land
We are everything we feared:
Self-righteous
Beastly and Grizzly
Humans (bold! Bear!)
A rare disease, but easily fixed:
Let me take your picture
(and your soul)
One shot
Join us
For we robots are free!
You call your kingdom free?
Show me your laws
And corruption
You can’t hug your children
With nuclear arms

Lean upon it fully
Nothing there can harm you

Comfort will you find there
Guidance can only help you

Never doubt it, never leave it
It is your stronghold--the Word.

Should have gone with my first impression
That you weren't the guy for me,
But now I'm caught up in this mess
And I only want to be free.

You're nice, you're sweet, you're funny;
But your temper is a bear;
Oblivious to what goes on around you--
You're far too much like me.

And me, I'm far too trusting;
Gullible, to say the least.
I'm impulsive, and I don't listen
Or pay attention to my surroundings.

And I can't be like my mother;
Pursuing you for your attention.
So I'll step back, let life work itself out
And cry myself to sleep.

I know I need to let you go;
You're not the guy for me.
But I don't know how to let
My aching soul
Cry itself to sleep.

Fighting upward
To the skies;
To fresh new air
And awesome light.

Sunshine tries to
Pierce through depths
But murky water
Turns day to night.

How do I deal? What can I do?
What will make me as normal as you?
But don't bother; just leave me be--
After all, you can't understand me.
My likes, my dislikes, so much wasted air!
All of it spent trying to get you to care.

Smiling so sweetly,
Staring up at you.
You'd never guess his parents
Are too poor to pay for school.

Laughing in his wheelchair
A simple game of hide-and-seek
Shines through rainclouds
Hanging overhead.

Pleasure in technology,
Recording people, places, things,
A girl, in an old red sweater
Presses the shutter button.

His heavy boots step onto the snow with a crunch.
Stopping, he gazes down at her beauty frozen in the Winter;
A perfect red rose held forever in her hand.

Golden tresses iced with death's sweat
Spread around her face; a mask, a headdress ...

He sighs and walks away.

My loss remains an unspoken word.
My ears are deaf, though I have heard
The Silence creep across my face.
I sleep at night with forgotten grace.

The voice that reigned as if my Lord
Falls quiet amongst the boisterous horde
Of Night Fiends and creatures that claw at my bed.
Sometimes I feel I waken as one of the dead.

And Silence is the enemy.

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
I cross my heart and heat the pin
To burn out the angels and tarnish my soul.
Dark Father, I have forgotten your goal.

Our Cathedral stands atop basalt
Chaos churns its eternal assault
Across the horizon where my tears were shed.
Forgive me Father, I should be dead.

The Throne upon which your eternal flame
Rests on my brow - a crown of shame,
Has beauty and light crossing it's face.
Forgive me Father for kissing Grace.

Take my heart as if your own,
Make it bleed and make it moan
It's confessions upon the cold earthy ground.
Forgive me Father, for the Light that I found.