I wish i could write to make you see,
how much i love you,
but don't you know the blind can't read?

Watching new men die
For ideals of the old
We live we live we live
Yet die.
And for what?
Forgotten dreams of dead men
Who we found still float.
Do you understand that death is not our enemy
That our enemies aren't our ******* enemies
That that religion isn't any different from this one.
We wait for our savior to do our ugly work
To sweep these nightmares under the rug.
We watch as our brothers and sisters are *****
And drugged and killed.
We watch as our children become the rapists
The druggies and the dead
We watch as we become victims
As the world spins madly on
As love rots in or own hands
Because we watched.
How is this a world we choose to live in.
How is this a way to teach our children.
How is this our choice!
Because we don't know we have a choice
We don't know it's okay to feel
To cry
To scream
To laugh!
We don't know because it's not what we teach.
We don't know
And we won't know until we decide to help each other
When we learn to help ourselves.
Then we can teach our kids
Then we can change
Then we can choose.

an automatic response, an unimagined answer.
is that really what I want?

true love would be nice.
someone to hold hands with,
to share uncensored passion with.
I didn’t answer that.

the right job would suffice.
a feeling of being needed,
bankruptcy not needed.
I didn’t answer that.

I told her I wanted to

get away

from here.  

She wanted to know

where

but I didn’t know,
didn’t care.
            
         only far     

far

from home

But more,
to find a Place where

i belong.


the words flew from my mind,
evading my brain,
involving my mouth.

There's a hole in my head
where the wind comes in.

There's a hole in my head
where certain sounds leak out.

There's a hole in my head
where sin comes in,

My whole head burns and I just found out.

There's a hole in my head
where my words slur out,

Most of the time I'm the only one who knows what I'm talking about.

There's a bowl on my head
where you can put advice in.

There's a scroll in my head
to write it all out.

There's a troll in my head so no one finds out.

When will I see you again?
Feel your heartbeat?
Desire is an ache
A lonely, endless path,
that is paved through deep dreams at night
and gazing into the sky each day.
It is painfully concealed,
and many people never reach the end.

Edgeless days are the hardest
to let pass you by
as you stare at all the pretty things
Just out of sight.

There sits, heavy in atmosphere,
On these days of no ends,
A timelessness
in the most tragic way.

All your toiling
begins to feel useless,
and errors make a mess of this.
Your anger - Instantly boiling

Futile barking.
Damning non-existent gods,,
And then a mocking laughing-
Since you are alone.

Because, of course,
You are alone,
Chained to the room
They're paying you to
|
When the crushing
Endlessness to your day
Could be so easily been remedied
with conversation or, some play

And now those gods
are laughing.
And you wish to be alone
                     From yourself.