I explore an open heart
I celebrate its translucent embrace
It leaks secret deep colours
She surrounds my eternity
I almost remember life
In Poetry I breathe
I slowly drink in the universe
To feel the liquid rhythm never changing
I speak in abstracts and metaphors
I live to express to those who understand
To understand the tangles of the soul and mind

We stand upon the wall
Burning fields and bleeding skies
We all headed the call
We marched to our demise
Whispers of our last kiss
Play like ghosts on our lips
We all think and reminisce 
The fabric of reality rips
The lines are getting blurry
Past and present merge
Madness has an ungodly fury

Everything that falls eventually rises
On the game show of our lives
There are so many fantastic prizes
Fast cars for the long drives
People come and go so quickly
Its an ever changing cast
Of the weak the strong and the sickly
Its all smoke and mirrors that move too fast
We're all on public access cable
A confusing show without a host
Were not a fairytale or some fable
We are a game show from coast to coast

I walk past the board
I take my seat among the  hoard
They feast their eyes on the substitute teacher
Wishing to torture her like a wild creature
She stands firm with determined eyes
Like god looking down from the skies
She speaks in a firm yet gentle voice
She makes it seems that we have some choice
We don't really but at least there's an illusion
The students come to a conclusion
To not give her total hell
They can tell
That she does not take ****
And we respect that a little bit

Why does life dangle things in front of us only to have them snatched away. As if the universe was simply ******* with us. If there is a god he sure has a ****** up sense of humor. Things are so delicate. We gather all the sturdy things we can find and hide within them. We are afraid to grasp for new things. The untested things the maybe breakable things. We fear that they might fall apart in our hands. and then we are we? we are standing outside our fortress of stability in the battlefield of fear and dreams with the pieces of dreams digging into our hands. So we retreat. and clutch the familiar things.

I want to experience something beautiful. I want to be something Beautiful. But beauty doesn’t just happen. It is earned,it is toiled for.
It is what all decent people want. People are too concerned on what they look like.  If they are too skinny or too fat or smell too like old french fries. No one is really beautiful at first glance. Pure attractiveness does not equal beauty. To me beauty is something deeper. Something much deeper. When one person truly knows someone else that is beautiful. when one person can just be with another and just be satisfied. Just honestly happy by the mere presence of the other. That is beautiful.

I write to you to have someone to talk to
I don't know what to do
There blood on the streets, its on my shoes
Death had been collecting its dues
Stop and smell that wonderfully awful fume
I sit here half naked in my bed
Cowering under the bed sheet
No time for a meet and greet
They are marching on
From dusk till dawn
Their skin hangs loose
Man kind made his own noose
We have dabbled in god
And we have created something quite odd
They will feast on us for the rest of time
We live in fear and grime
I hear the faint yell
From those monster from hell
I must go.
And hope they do slow.