No epic, a dried rose hangs upside down
Its uncertainty, turns our heads away, it doesn't
Need its love. The Sun.

It becomes crisp
because it has grown cold
It becomes limp
because there is no longer growth

Finally it can close its eyes
finally finding its way
to sleep in uncertainty.

it's the setting sun
everything is returning,
becoming one
then nights come
and everything has changed

when was the last memorable moment you had
think real hard
mine is under the stars
I'm here, I'm here in the same place
but it is night
everything has changed

We push, for that moment
keep pushing till it feels real
and it spreads your spirit
(the soul)
a thick realization of a moment
when could this ever be
it is night, everything near
you need
has disappeared
it's free.

The blackest of eyes
penetrate the mind
the dullness of life
only causes the excitement
to cover the boredom
in which people confide in
they're not hopeless or helpless
in this slow parade
they are just blessed with the magician's mind
to convert and trick the naked eye

Oh! but no me
the cursed minority
where reality won't satisfy
the take by meaning

judges, you fool yourselves
priests, you can't justify this life
leader, you cannot change me!
friends, thanks for betraying me
lover, thanks for noticing me
me, you wish you knew yourself
teacher, thanks for encouraging
life, quit denying me

Manipulator manipulate this face
the broken hands
the finger spindles

If metal cant stop bullets
why don't we make it an atmosphere?
foil up the thriving earth
insisting that we won't be baked

but if the sun-rays keep on stopping us
and frost freezes off my face
crystal lakes are crystal lakes
but the mist in the air is raid

breathing is the anchor to awareness
did you realized that you're doing it
right now?

Beyond the brittle needles of foam
in the creeping shores
of infinite me
in the light, eyeless, the sunset dies
the last light twitching

Always be open to the secrets of living
sing better than them,
Old minds, fearless and hungry
it's Sunday, myself and yourself could fail
all the sky, one smile.

I can't believe it's this month or this year.
I still can't believe that I'm even here.
I wonder if I've changed or if it matters
if I've stayed the same.

The lines that kept contrast are no longer
definite, I wonder if this shallow body could
have some depth to it.
I wonder if the curved-edged-hemisphere
will appear more clear, if I could only tip-toe
towards it.

Constantly falling down isn't failing, it's gravity.

Swing along to melodies,
these resemble galaxies,
some are like we,
clusters of stars.

melting along the lazy river,
flowing along the edges of light,

if it seemed to feel right,
traveled on and on,
for nights of mindless flight,
sprawling the great expanse
in symmetric dance.

the whole lives of stars waiting for a single day.

The way I feel cannot be a word.
I want to know if some things are determined
behind the scenes, Free Will could be of concern
but here it is not for me.

Fallen ill of all the actors acting
of all the come-backings.
Where the next topic of discussion
is who is *******, fighting or some kind of disliking.

Don't know what to say
when people just wait
for an explanation of my pride,
tearing at my ego's insides.

That isn't what I've come to share
Not anytime soon.
How can you expect anyone else to enjoy the tune of your own thoughts,
if you're unable to enjoy it yourself?
Is that why you open your mouth?
At least do some filtering before all your bad ideas fall out.

Why is it always the same story repeating?

To different faces, different deliveries.