There is, or perhaps was, always,
And forever, quite invariably,
Yet inconsistently, as if sporadically
A thought that I once won over.
Or did I get one over in a thought?
The idea of greatness, un-sought
Never dirtied by the eyes of those
Who want only, horrifically,
Most terribly, quite incomparably,
My inner most
A ponderous place, that I abhor
Fleeing ever quicker,
On feet made of lead.
Perhaps just one look back?
They'll never know,
Until my salt-pillar body they find
In later days.

Go forth and catch a falling star,
Cup it tightly to your breast
Give to it your heart
And in return it will grant
The world and everything in it,
If you aren't afraid to lose
Everything you ever were.

That enticing future
Rife, with the hidden pains
Of everything
And nothing
All at the same time.
The emptiness
Of being so terribly full.

So go and catch a falling star,
Do it if you dare,
Clutch it to your beating breast
For those beats are your last
Before it takes away
All
And gives you truly nothing.

Hello, are you there?
Somewhere out there,
Past the clouds, beyond the sky?
Hello, are you there?
I'm still waiting,
For a word, for your reply.

All I hear is silence
Pressing close - now I cry.
Won't you answer me?
Aren't you God?

Is there nothing else
Left to wait for,
Left to carry me on home?
Is it just a dream
That I'm living?
No one here to call my name.

Maybe I should just die,
So I can wake up.
Maybe then I'll hear you.

I am the final of Days
And I'm here to hear your sorrow
I will listen to your every word
Then softly end tomorrow.

I am the End of Time,
Vast in all my power.
I am the final judge
Visited in the last hour.

I am the Beginning
To my will, all will bend.
To me, all will succumb,
For I am the End.

A subtle sadness resounds in my soul
Constantly reminding me I am still un-whole.
Where will I find what I lost 'long the way?
And how long until the feeling fades away?
I am entrapped by what once was my mind,
Encircled by the dreams and lies that ever bind.
Until the day I am made whole again.
Until that day, incomplete I ever remain.

By his Actions
Did so
His Heart speak!
Profess
With your hands
The
Life Eternal
You
Seek.

Now I dream, never truly awake.
It is all just a dream,
Life that is.

She died just before me,
Right before me, shot down.
"It is all just a dream"
Her last words.

I go there now,
Not knowing what it is truly.
I go there now,
To find out if I was ever truly awake.

Bang
A shot to the sky
I lay here in my final moment
Quite sure now,
Still questioning,
Was it ever true?

Now I've dreamt, the dream of dreams,
Its is all just a dream,
Life that was.

I write to find myself,
Having lost something along the way.
I yearn to find it.
Am I whole?
I cannot say...