I want to explore you dreams
I want to see your world from the inside.
I want to know what drives your thoughts
And relish in the change

My world may be much different from yours, I've never seen where you are,
You Might enjoy, where I know so well, that things go as they come.

I want to explore, I crave to know entirely what makes you "you", and not me.
This guessing pleasantly torments my will to feel exactly as you do.


I don't care for structure, its far to predictable
Show what "crazy" you hide for fear of judgment.
I clench my teeth and widen eyes attempting to peer inside.

Your gaze notes the heightening "madness" you've felt as i **** your unconscious exsistance.

You sleep, i stare, no harm comes to you. Just a feeling of uneasiness as I long to invade you.

I want to explore your dreams. I want to know what makes you "not me".

Stack and drop, paper clock
Stepping stones suspended nothing

Turn the page?
Rip it out.
flutter down, swaying, cavorting



Clusters naming what could be
words left unread
scattered, unread
Our own pages fall in different ways.



Different words and styles of writing
scatter telling different stories
eventually they start to merge
approaching ends from every angle



what a mess we've made
for thousands of years
we've let these pages fall.

Try to measure order but
We only get,

Where the words all intersect.



After a hundred thousand years our pages finally cross.
What you have written and let fall on the stories i've been taught
the paper loops and sways and settles where my eyes can see
And one word, Embraces mine:
"We"

My god, I'm done.
Accumulating dust,
in the cellar, i wait
For the day I'm renewed.

The talents once thought of myself to possess,
Have they reached a limit? Did they ever exist?

This mind ventures wearily in hope of progress,
But not of excess,
No need for excess.

Outcast by my own hand,
But never touching down,
Now, looking around,
regretting what I've found.

Not weary, yet resting.
What I'd give just to die,
Not to cease, but to know
"Am i really alive?"


Please god, let them find me
and plug me in again.
My being feels wasted.

Fell into a red hell,
Unintentionally, as I lay on the brink of "awake" and Dreams.

Others could not tell,
The coherence i keep, save for them, as I lay
Not fully asleep.

These dark hours,
I observe with my ears and wonder.



Has it melted down?
The things that i feel in the air all around

Has their sanity drown?
The way that they speak to each other...

Caught in this house of ghosts
All i really want is to get to sleep tonight.

Honestly, I've tried



Approached by black salvation,
I arrive to a new time beyond what it was before

Venturing forth,
I see the friends that I left int he dark have not moved at all.

Perhaps they are drunk,
Acknowledging their stasis and return to my sleep.



Has it settled down?
The stench of madness engulfing the halls

Wandering around,
They have become intruders.

Thier spirit hovers high,
Confused as thier bodys,
struggle to survive
This Demonic metamorphosis,


The light has gone once more,
They've returned to what they were before.
The body and minds united once again.

These people, I know
But THESE demons, I don't
Last night, leaving their stain on EVERYthing.

Madness still runs thick in the air



                                                My,
                                      vision narrows,
                                         embraced,
                                       by darkness,
                                         ambiance,
                                          is altered,
                                                by,
                                       surreal noises,

Desires to feel and dispense this terror,
Breifly haunts my mind.

The bottle is empty, save for 6 red tears
of memories still held tight.

Soaked in from those whom I love

Standing in the dark
surrounded by spectrum
im not built to sense.
And seeking new direction,

Again, in the light.
My heat infected skin
Pain is attracted
By ultraviolet sin.

Again in the dark,
A world i cannot see
Hovers high above me
by sight, hidden from me.

What little i can see,
as the light returns to me
The sources, far away
Are masked again by day.

Iridescent retreat.
the unreachable return to me.
Though the known unknowns remain,
Recording history

Maybe we can see
well, not personally
But by other means
Its revealed to me
red, blue, and green
in translation see

Stunned in silence.
Memories of another mind,
haunt these visions with blinding light.
Filled with objects i recognize,
But cannot name.

Where...

                                                                        The hell...

                            Am I...

                                    GET THEM OUT!

The scorching images burden me.
                                                               I cannot name them.
                                Am i crazy?

I have no words to describe,
In these depths of fish with no eyes,
They'll put me away
They will keep me hidden away.


dangling this lamp
inside my head
in hope it attracts
Those who can understand.

Their labels are cast
Through Formulas,
Theorys,

The logic, abstract
Reasoning
Faith

And one who has grown
These organs necessary
To perceive for themselves
This burden i carry.
She reaches so high
Her hand disappearing
And pulls herself out...

My God it was scary

I will not follow

I will NOT follow

I SHOULD not follow

I cannot follow...

That wasn't real
It didn't just happen
She knew what was there
They thought she was crazy

Perhaps i can go

I think i should go.



Reach my hand up in the dark
Consumed by the moist, hard nothing above
I break through and God!
It feels new, warm

Pull myself up, out of my grave.
The fish below mourn, they don't know I am saved
The light in my head was real
But i still hear them mourn.

She stood there, grinning...

what is this that i see beyond this film stretched before me,
what is this that i see in this panorama surrounding me,
What i see,
What i feel,
Not with hands,
Not with eyes,

Trying to reach behind

A void meant to grasp?
Or to never access?
Behind the pretty pictures in front of my eyes,
Behind what i see, what i hear, feel with hands

this pepper spray reality.
Blinding my Eyes,

-

Is this life more than Paper?
Scribbled on by infant minds
Are these thoughts more than synapse?
Forsaken logic, analyzed


I'd Leave this world behind,
Only to glimpse the void that lies beyond.



Hearing thoughts, with our ears
Dragged somehow into reality,
Paranoid, what was that?
Was it truly just imagination?

Shadows crawl, in peripherals
How can we acknowledge what is not there?
How can we see nothing?
We're taught to disregard, not care.

No place defined for memory,
No room to judge our sanity
No evidence of consciousness
No way to know what once was of us,
But still, we know our memory
And still we judge our sanity
To restrain what we DO know
Of what we could be

Why do we hide?
Why are we afraid?



This life is only paper
Scribbled on by our infant minds
We're more than what we accept.
****** on hierarchys.

In the beginning we'll leave this world behind
In the end we'll return here again to find
What we were was unbelievable,
To what we are, seems divine

This world, what we are
This life, cast the film aside
In death, A glimpse, never an end
Rebirth,
A chance to try again,



Why do we hide?
We haven't opened our eyes.



This life is only paper.
This life is only fragile, printed paper
This life is only Paper.

Let'er R.I.P.