Never too comforted
Signs the changes of times
The clock signals
"musical Chairs"
For those who are on the clock's list of ones "confronted."
A part of this "great machine"
the whistle of the Factory marks the start
of the end of the old "rhythm"
Collides with the flow of "adjustment"
to the Era's last Mark
to the "Comfort" calendar Back to the
"scheduled news" flashing the once "in pace soul"
Back to another "tired pace start."
Might we call this rat race dinner title
"Future's Salad Al a Carte?"

That Remains..
Of my soul... ****** dry by the leeches of disaster
My blood is gone... My Zombie-fied  body aches to bleed, once again.
I'm a sponge dried out. Under the Sun.
I need water, to drink. To get back to the fluid master...
of getting "back to life"
Becoming more human.. this boil sets to bust
In need of relief of the torment of walking on eggshells
To avoid a nuclear chain reaction..
Caught in the middle of the battle grounds....
I'm the old and dying car that has been left in the junkyard to rust.
To have the ability to smell the roses, once again..
As my nose has been cut off to spite my face
My rebellion to ask for a "helping hand"
Infected me..then the community like a deadly virus..
It spread throughout my loving community and infected
all to grow green, sick, hard, and drug into crazy days
As an army of those who tossed away their hearts..
Not only destroyed his and their brains..
Hungry for more of "true Feeling" Hunger ways..
"Give me the vaccine or cure"
So I can become beautifully flawed as a Human
Since this Monster's once Human heart
Seems like a bright light which is now dulled to a Memories Blur

The quiet hours stack like parts of blocks in "Tetris."
The one they took less "seriously" as the "dying Joker"
Has a powerful and energetic heart
What it has shared was out of beauty and loving creation...
Every time he stood back up to start creating "Interruption"
His fists are clenched with rage and anger
The "Chernobyl" ready for it's "Fatal Nuclear Eruption."
Right at the most inconvenient of moments..
"I want this and you are not getting that"
"You are spoiled and without a conscious"
That's not it..
"Where are you at?"
If a question is asked to the days interrupted
You get the punishment and are forced to fore fill to their "fall"
as they wish for their "rules to be iron clad"
Not based upon Rational "Movement"
Universal "treatment" scars rather than heals..
and you are the Joker "rising" who they refuse to listen to or fail to see that he does "Feel"
Trying to be "real"
He returns to this moment of thought and quiet
where he yet "fights onward" for what he knows is truly what he needs
"can these people meet you half way"
before forcing you into their music
like a broken reed
on a wind piper
can't this world see that this is far from what is right..
it's too far down "wrong"
I cannot say
For I've been silenced
I laugh to myself in my silence
waiting for their next movement to force...me to have to become more insane and fight
all due to to their "beliefs" and "works" in which they force in "vain?"
I know..it's insane.
As I put this pen down.."At least my voice is the stain..."
Maybe another face will come along
that will walk with me instead of in front
and we both can live with each other
"in equal confidence?"

I jumped too high...too far
I fell to the ground.
Dusting myself off..the demons of fear attacked.
Putting up my Fists
On Flaming Grounds..

Jack Flash failed to jump his candlestick
Hitting those who tried to drag him under from all sides..
He is trying
With what little strength is left
He grows weary and sick.

He knows not who closest to turn too
As he reached out a hand..they laughed and scolded him
In his face....Blasted flames upon his reaching fingertips

Trust chains' links broken
He begs for another tomorrow
As he brushes the chard burns off of his hips...

"Must you expect everyone to be the same?"
"Must I be cheated from my future?"
:Must I be afraid to ask for help?"
"Because you fail to believe in my truths?"
"I tried to show you, such..I'm Broken."

I walked far behind those leading...
They push me to fore fill what the don't understand
The ways they think I am roaming, aren't
the processes to health aren't worth the costs..so much
truth flows through the cracks...
as I battle those demons, still.. "Trust?"
"For the ones who listen...who don't attack"
"Finally seeing the real..truth..in me"
and then I'll follow..
if rewards find us both..
Equally.

Free Flying above
the clouds
Soaring above the Earth and through the stars.
Past all of the known planets
Those  out of our galaxy
The new planets I view
The new and hotter suns I see
Blaze more energies to fill the empty regions
of my mind
called "mystery."
Fuel my spirit and make it run harder
To new found inhabitants and their newer worlds.
Astral planes of spirit that don't require a vessel
or star ship to hold in or hold back
the soul that travels as it's own transport
Faster than any "law of physics"
Realer than the factual brought in by third party satellites.
I gather more and more brighter and true information
Later to bring such forth in my grounded and non-traveling form
Waiting to share my results to those who don't limit their beliefs
to any said "rule" or "fenced in logic formula"
I ride the waves to the calling gates of astral transport
As my soul escapes my heavy and limited physical self
Late in the night
The recordings of fact stored in the logics of my soul
Are vivid and ready to be replayed
to share such gifts of learning to those eager to believe in it's payload
and form.