Purgatory was but a dream.
Redemption screams
Spark,
Ignite,
Fire bring life.

Please.

Light the path,
Start a new,
Choose to do
as you chose to do.

Please.

Impotent ash,
worthless wood,  
dull flint,
If it's not to be it's not meant.

Can I not change the world around me?
Do I have power ?
Am I just another body?
Impact of an impact give us philosophy.
But is there purpose.

I was always an Outsider.
Rebellious, social divider.

An Ideal collier.
You say one way and I'll say another

You shall think of,
I shall destruct them.

I know not silence,
I know not compliance.

Social order only orders for chaos.
I am the mayhem and I am  maniacal.

Order only comes when I come with chaos.
Disorder does not dis order it brings it.

Freedom is deviant of it's own means
So even I mean to be free,

Someday.

Grasping.
Full but empty.
Full but Empty.
Full but Empty.

No matter what is said.
Written or cover.

It is full but empty.

That space, place, location.

Is full but

Empty.

At it's best these moments feel like nothing.
A force in my cranium telling me there's something.
Telling that I am to understand but can't.
I can,
but I can't,
can I,
can't I?
An unsolved puzzle doesn't hold answers
but can you answer this ?
Does every answer have a question?
Does every result hold solution , resolution ?
Crock pots don't stock well with others, only in the asylum.

You ever have that little nagging in your ear?
                                                            That­ Consumes everything you hear!

"Why did you do that?"
                                                          ­                                           "I don't know"
"Do you know anything?"
                                                                ­                                " I know for sure"
"What? "                    
                                                                ­     "You're the banging on my door"
"...Shut up"  
                                         Yet because of that nagging, that noise, that pest.
                                                           ­          You feel like your life is the best.
"Tell me I'm pretty"
                                                         ­                                      "You're beautiful"
"That's not what I said!"
                                                   "I rather give you more than give you less"
"That's not what I want!"
                                                          ­                                               "Me neither"
"So..."
                                                ­                                                              "Wh­at ? "
"Shut up!"
                                                  No matter how much you seem to be down
                                                     That noise can make a smile from a frown
"Wait"
                                                         ­                          "Could you move faster"
"No"
                                                           ­          "Oh my god you're so annoying"
"Thank you"
                   "You just gonna acknowledge and accept you're a nuisance?"
"Yes"
                                                ­                                                          "I hate you"
"No you don't"
                                                                ­                                      "...Your right"
"I know"
                                                           ­                                      "Shut up lets go"
"Ha!"                                                        ­                                
                                               You ever have that little nagging in your ear?
                                                            That­ Consumes everything you hear!

My heart is an Anchor.
A dead weight.
And a life lifter.

My mouth a funnel,
my throat the tunnel,
and my heart the core from which words irrigate.

My mind is the filter.
Some times nondescript I elicit words and rhymes explicit
about how my mind sits in a different dimension where words are living.

My heart is here anchored and grounded.
Sometimes I feel like earth-bonded solid mountain.
Sometimes I feel like a Soul punished and grounded.