You’ve created a world that doesn’t exist
Rebellion pleasures your soul away
It leads you down this dark road
Hiding behind your masked parade

I know the truth is really out there
But doubt’s the colour of my mind
Please help me see, must I believe it?
They never show us everything

Models of society
Icons to the world
Freedom from responsibility
Desire to be just like you

Striving to be remembered
Immorality is your legacy
Your image is slowly fading
Once loved but now forgotten

The effects are unseen, so real, unleashed
Why’s nobody saying anything?
The effects are unseen, so real, unleashed
Please somebody now scream this thing

Evening is a poem
tangible intangible
infinite moments

Herein lies the cycle of this existence. Replete with everyday banalities - placid and meaningless - the menials of survival give away almost suddenly, and I find myself plunged into the depths of an unperturbed silence... where a voice within resounds the Om. A rage drives me to divest all falsifications.. those sensuous pleasures and miserable burdens, insecurities and frustrations.. and all that exists/acts in a true sense of transience. I feel calm again - cleansed and breathless on the shores of this Reality. But alas!, the Silence fades.. slowly and steadily the noises of the world begin to seep in, like the first rays of sunshine after a long wintrous slumber.
Crests and troughs, this life of mine. A reckless indifference grips my heart; I exist, unbeknown of whether I am a benign Observer or the perverse Experiment, or evenly both.

I and the space between us ebbs.
Your presence, I cannot maintain.
As there's nothing I can give you,
And nothing you can gain.

Maybe I don't understand
the Laws of Physics or
Stellar evolution,
but I know that
your atoms are composed of stardust
Maybe this is why the life in your eyes
is illuminating everything like a carbon giant.

In astronomy they told us
that the darkest parts of space
often contain the most energy
And I thought you should know,
that just like the ancient galaxies inside of you,
your darkest parts still shine.

deck is shuffled
inflating the thought of the idea
into another reality of the likeness
the inevitibility of life sneaking up on you
i don't feel lost anymore
talking me about the cactus juice and the strange fruit form the wilderness
stretched down over membrane thin
even keel sailings
exploring the electric land of repeated wanderings
and forgotten mysteries

i am all the evidence that remains
where is the record of the experience of the journey
the next thing to do is push
out into the ocean
waving bliss
eyes wide drinking in the ocean
eyes wide drinking in the ocean

shuddering luminosity in dark forest
naked pale skin moves close in the moonlight
smells of springtime and pollen
the forest isn't gone yet
we are crusaders though we are young still
we are the dreamers and the lovers
we can change the way we think,
but the rest is up to you
lost moments and hollow memories
night vision surprise and pop culture cliche bubbles up
mud stains and sky gazing
the stars are jewels upon your naked breast
I am the hidden sunshine
we are a confluence of time and pressure
we are the ghost in the clockwork
I am lightning striking the Earth
you are the clouds enveloping me
you create the change
I ****** the change into your center
for you are also the earth,
stardust rains down upon your nakedness
and you are washed clean as a ******
yo are the sky
but i behold the hidden
the rising red horizon
the turbulence is my rising star

At some point in the history of the Universe
we began this ascent to humankind;
ironically, this step has led to the descent of the Universe,
as humanness becomes synonymous to destruction,
pollution of our waters and mountains,
our atmosphere and beyond.
Every meter of our existence
has been marked by extinctions,
first, of our brethren, and next of our resources.
The large disparity between
what we think makes us human,
and what we as humans do
hardly seems appropriate in retrospect.
For example,
the end of the most iconic decade of the 20th century:
"one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind"
and yet, less than half a century later,
the gap size between one human and the other,
between my humanness and their humanness
is still extremely large;
we put a man on the moon,
but we have yet to put humanity
in the corporate heads' souls,
in the fascist dictatorships' hearts,
in the bigoted religious zealots,
the cynical, cold atheists
and the downtrodden, fallen generation.