so
here i am
again.
and still
i sit right here.
exposed
to those around me
my screams
they still dont hear.
tho some
may look apon me
and see
a broken soul,
i keep on swimming
through this life
lost within a fish bowl.
my lungs
are slowly burning,
the smoke
begins to bubble
but still
i sit
apon the floor
searching through the rubble.
desperate
for my freedom
of all unspoken thoughts,
i keep calling
for the mind
i recently just lost.
it feels as if
i m empty
without my hearts desire
to find the sun
in everyday
and let it bring me higher.
slowly i am building
a strong
and stable self
in hopes to ..
place the last few days
apon the deepest shelf.

my head it aches,
a devils fire.
my body,
just as numb.
distorted music
plays with pride
tomorrows morning
never comes.

here, my friends
is where we wait,
as does the whole humanity
forever banned to walk the earth
crying for our sanity.
with eyes as red as bleeding suns
we watch the smoke rise up
our minds are off into the distance
ridiculously corrupt.

tonight's a night
we will remember
a night among most others
where all we can
is get together
and spread our spirit feathers.
you, or i , or we i say
will drink our lives away
savoring the bitter taste
never let a moment waste.

stay with me and celebrate
the eve of a new dawn
where all will celebrate our every sin
the rise and fall of God.
stay with me,
endure the race
for in the end
we all lose face.

would I,
like to know
what, the world is thinking?
every individuals
original thought,
every hippies
high aspiration
and every radicals rebellious rave?
why yes,
yes i would.
beyond ALL practical desires.

would i, also like to know
how it is you mend a heart
that bleeds NOT body
but soul?
to sieze ones rustling memories
and understand the pain, accepting
ALL
and still stay sane?
why yes,
yes i most certainly would.
MY mind
it still does ponder.

IF,
you COULD know
the blue prints,
in which you were to follow,
would you fight
to stay on track?
rising up to every challenge
that falls along the way?
OR
would you choose
another path?
find peace, without predictions,
STRAY,
far of the beaten path
carve the wood, another way?

I
would like the knowledge
of one too many things.
STRIPPING life of all its wonders,
and THAT
my friend
is what MAKES me human.

tonights the night ,that we run free
and sail across the skies
set fire to the fields of grass
and in the flames we lie.

we lie not only in the flames
but in the star crossed waters
breaking down the barriers
we oh-so-often encounter

tonights the night we pour our lives
into a cup of bree
start fights against a desperate system
a witness to the scene.

a witness to the civalized ,
crazy, ******* men
who dictate ways to justify
a spoiled genertion

tonights the night we find the face
of all and knowing truths
we'll find the land eldorado
and hang it by a noose.

destroying all the poverty
and judgment of the lives
of those who may live differently
a world of lows and highs.

tonights the night we paint the town
in cycadelic tones
groups of faceless matadors
in mass, we stand alone.

confused, we find an intrest
in paranormal things
searching for another way
to earn those angels wings.

tonights the night we stand our ground
not jump, but break the fence
embark along our epic journey
a life that could make sence

no longer will we live in fear
of all we do not know
prove, the myths are logical
across the universe we'll go.

tonights the night we sing a tune
that test the strands of our existance
and tell of all the lies
that float above our empty heads.
the drones will come alive

i see this face
this face i see
is tortured and at peace
it speaks for all
and all it speaks
the language of a sunset
beauty burned into its words
strong and full of reason

i hear this face
and no one else
the world has gone dead silent.

i see this face
this face sees me
its eyes tatooed with wisdom
dipicting tales of past and present
the future of this generation.
caution creeps behind its eyes
warning and protecting
yet leaving all to fight alone
the miseries
of blind beleiving.

i see this face
who has no face
lost in realization
crumbled and contorted
by a selfish
oblivious civiliazation
it crys without a tear duct
releasing from the heavens
a pure and noble life preserver
contaminated by humanitys freedom.

i see this face
disintagrate
befor my very eyes
collapsing into space and time
i feel the heart
the soul the source
of my humble existance die.

born again from beams of light
that pulse in tantric gestures.

humbled by the cosmic faces
we curious, spacial creatures

dancing to indifferent drums
that dawn in new reality

drifting from one place to space
we yearn for new abilities.

speaking in the tounges of stars,
conversing with our energy

forever planted firm and strong
no where in this vicinity.

a little rough around the edges
we burn we crawl we strive

towards the constant feeling of
a universal life.

we are
children of the sun

i was singing in the sunlight,
i was contemplating day.
when i came across an elephant
who'd gotten lost along the way.

he was tatood with the markings
of the universal gods,
he was walking mortal grounds
trying to even out the odds.

his tusks were chipped-
like jagged spears,
skin was wrinkled
with lines of verse.

his eyes i could not look away
entranced by things untold.
as day broke night and night broke day
his ballad did unfold.

he whisperd in the loudest roar,
through his trunk he wove a tale.
and even though he spoke in elephant
a message it did reveal.

listen child,
oh fragile spirit,
take heed in what i say.
understand that through yourself
your mind will find its way.

listen child,
for i cant stay.
understand that change cant wait,
for time is of the hours day.

listen child,
for there is sound
escaping from the long forgot,
utopian,freedom, grounds.

the elephant did not get to finish
his carfuly chosen words.
for he was shot,
then bled to death,
befor his voice was heard

i woke up from a dream this morning
the thoguht of it almost made me cry.
i was lieing in a fied and it was raining
i was looking at the colours of the sky.

it was cold it was late september
i was wet and i didnt even care.
i was trying to see into the distance
i was trying not to choke on the air.

i could hear the birds in the background
they were siging but the song wasnt there.
they were looking for a soul who could hear them
it was me, but there was somthing in my ears.

it was the voice of a fallen spirit
it was broken beyond repair.
it was crying, it was the rain thats falling
it was the gravity, the air.

another heart that lost its passion
another child that grew up scared.
one more lone range soldier
looking for a love that was lost
but it was never even there.

they were singing: dont let this break you
i know your scared but tommorows here.
theres someone out there waiting
who can stop the floods of tears.

untill then just keep your head up
your strong your an army of stars.
inside youll know youll be fine
youv been alone and youve made it this far.

i woke up in a feild this morning
my surroundings almost made me cry.
i was lying in a wave of flowers
there were birds, a symphony in the sky.

i could see the light in the horizon
it was bright it blinded my eyes.
i could feel my soul returning
i could feel the power of life.

theres person who can stop the thunder
theres aperson who compltetes ur life.
theres a person who makes you wonder
if everything youve learned was i lie.

theres a person who knows whats out there
the direction to a life that feels right.
and theres a person who takes the long way
picks a fight but still enjoys the ride.

theres a person who can break your heart
and youll still forgive them in time.
theres aperson you can always count on
even if you misread the signs.

theres a person you can always trust
when no one else has a clue.
theres a person who knows what worth it
and that person is you.

the things you see are only just reflections. but does that make them any less real?
i think about nothing, except how the sounds bounce off the walls
the colors are so surreal
life, seems, different. i try but its hard to explain
the people dont seem to understand the diference between life,
and living
i feel, like im the only one whos not completely insane
but then again, im edging towards oblivion, and it wont be long untill i am the same
the-sky is-glorious,
dont you wish you could float away?
i- see- nothing, like you have ever seen
the life
          the sounds
                           the feels
it continues to amaze even me
the world is, toxic; like ourselves,it needs time to heal
there is no justice in the fabrications of the real
you must learn your own existence, or in life you will fail
my mind, is endless. like space, it is undefined
what is this feeling? am i supposed to know whats going on?
who wrote these novels anyways?
and, how did they find the time, to describe the entire spectrum of being,
in one
simple
line?
you are a little too forgiving, considering the state of my insides
why cant i sleep?
is there nothing that can be done?
how much longer is this going to last?
is there enough time left in the world?
what is time? and why am i governed by its laws?
the individual is responsible for perceiving their own realities, so whos to know what realy going on?
put all you faith in the things that you believe
if you believe, it will become

I Am Endless