I race against my heart’s beat.
There’s a wild call hanging in the still air,
A call of longing slips, escapes from my throat.
An answer to a thwarted hunt.
The Dreamer a delusion.
The Trickster a fool.
The Philosopher a liar.
The Musician a bane.
And yet I hope – struggle.
The hunt will be successful

Driving home,
Highway is a black blur,
Miles of nothingness,
And still it goes on.
The bridge comes,
Passing over a strange sea,
More accurately a lake.
A lake of unknown depths or means.
First thought, first piece of madness,
Swerve into the blue abyss.
Another episode of violent death.
A deception, a delusion,
Real as day, strong as night.
It comes again, all too soon.
Gas pumps fill the mind.
Fuel for fires deadly.
Let the ocean of petroleum,
Spill unneath uneasy boots.
Light flicks and boom.
But again, another episode.
Just another thought.
And the brilliance of this dark matter,
Is that in time, in change,
The light still blooms.
Peave of mind, peace of heart,
Perseveres manic highs and depressing lows.
Breathe. Enjoy. Live.
Just a thought.
Just an episode.
But it is never the end.

Life's simple illusion
it's too real
the simple love is just my delusion
but your charisma, it's a steal
I don't expect much from a long overdue love letter
I wanted to be yours
It felt I belonged to you the way I wore your sweater
sacrificed it all and got on all fours
dissatisfaction
you don't need me anymore
but you still have your attraction
I don't understand, what for?

You were the man I wanted to marry
There's my downfall, my simple delusion
due to disorder, you grew wary
So, here's our conclusion

in your arms, safe from the rest of the world
your eyes were the deepest abyss into your soul
so perfect, now it's just apart of my dreamworld
so full of self-control
But it's far too late for a love letter.

I live for that sound,
Between life and death,
Natural,
Forced,
And naturally forced by my hand,
Serrated steel extension of wild precision,
It says it needs a shower,
And I oblige.

Daddy takes care of his children;
I am firm.
Keep your nose to the grindstone,
Yet,
I am warm,
I'm grateful for your amenity,
Your love,
Your life in pools of red,
My children live through you,
Through your sacrifice they grow.

I...I know you understand,
As you make that sound,
Telling me "you are welcome",
Cradled in my loving arms,
I am humbled.

My mind is filled with questions
with ‘what ifs’ and what should have happened

In a flipped universe what would have been the notion?
Would we be together or would I still be the only one with emotion?