My resistance is probably futile
Like my lonely little life
But i do it anyway
Mercy for my wife

I make a bad nihilist
Too much yearning, too much wish
The eagle and the serpent
The dragon and the fish

   I rebel; therefore, we exist.

In the end we disappear
Like we were never even born

Why then all this worry
Hopeless and forlorn?

My sons today at play
Me distant far

UFOs they say
From a distant star

             Are?

Religion is a socially acceptable form of mental illness.
Mental illness is a socially frightening form of religion.

No one knows beginnings
No one knows each ends
No one knows but destinies
As perhaps pretends

The journey is unknowing
Falling, breaking free
Then let us quest like sailors
Upon a cosmic sea

Perhaps we'll meet mind monsters
Perhaps a Sacred Queen
Or maybe none of the above
And all that's in between

I yearn to die a lover
And live unto the end
My heart aflame with Traveller's Tales
And aliens my friends!

Said Socrates

Bring me to Seattle in summertime
I go a-questing the American Sublime

Moonlight, mountain - Skyline, sea
All my relations: Infinity!

The time of science fiction
The time of science fact
The time of aliens?
How would we react?
I post a bit of Facebook
I mail my Uncle Jack
I take a few steps forward
Sometimes I do look back

              I attack.

I feel like I have to steal myself from you

but it doesn't even matter
because you make me believe that
that's all I need

stolen pieces you've given 'permission' for me to steal

like I don't still have me






an impossibility
a dream


does it even matter
I will always have me
does it even matter