he'll never be you.

He blew me a sweet, good night kiss.

I clasped onto it
Mid air.

And suddenly
I felt as though
I could never let go.

Or maybe,
I would never let go.

I'm holding it now,
Hand still clutching onto the remnants of his warmth...

         Your entity,
         In the palm of my hand.

It's that anything
You'd give
For something
To feel

Pure silence in an empty room
Broken breathing in a crowded skull
In the death of a thought
Another is brought to life
Another is brought to life

Conversation in a crowded room
Broken breathing in a crowded skull
In a moment of weakness
Another is brought to life
Pride is sentenced to death

It's that anything
You'd give
To feel
Nothing

Reincarnated
To be sentenced to death
Reincarnated
Incapable of comprehending
The relentlessness of perfection.

No duct tape, rope or burlap sack
will ever silence you.
Go out there and say what you feel
because people will appreciate you.
Those that gag you gag themselves
with your lost breaths.
We have the amendment of free speech
so why not use it?
Our society is so worried about swear words that they are not getting the
big picture.
What we need is change and the only way that will happen is if we
*speak up.

The place where I belonged,
It slipped out of my grasp.
My soul was lost in my desire for redemption,
Wanting the torment to diminish.

Repetitive words that break my soul,
Defeat the warrior rising within me.
I couldn't prevent my fall,
As I hit rock bottom.

My hand grasped at the world,
Yet my heart was bound in chains.
The burden I carried weighed heavily on my shoulders,
I hid my image behind a mask.

I sought to erase myself from existence,
My weary bones ached with fatigue.
Yet the day I caught a glimpse of the sun,
I held onto her ray of hope.

What is left to discover
beneath these primitive pages,
this idealistic sprawl
of half-rhymes and phrases?

We have scaled the mountains
and cast superstition asunder,
we have walked on the moon
and we have learned from our blunder.

For, what can I do
to be the first ****** eyes,
upon an uncharted land,
under Jovian skies?

We have fathomed existence
to the nearest iota,
we have established society
and a deep bass of culture.

All that is left is to wait for a saviour.
A new unbelievable mind
to help us in knowing,
to give us back to the stars,
which are forever a-glowing.

All that is left is to understand,
that where we are living
is just borrowed land.