We are the calm,
And the great leafy greens.
We are the mountains,
The rivers, lakes, streams.

We are the booming,
And towers of steel.
We are concrete and glass,
We're the human ideal.

We're the source of life,
That sustains the earth.
We are creation,
Life, death, and birth.

We are advancement.
Technology and science.
Our knowledge will increase,
We'll stand in defiance.

We are your wonder,
Your mystery and mind.
We're the question you ask,
and the answer you find.

We are our own!
And you're in the way.
We'll remake this earth,
And leave you to decay.

You miserable fools!
You've ruined us all!
We're your foundation.
Now with us you must fall.

There's only one earth,
For everyone here.
So take care of her,
Before we ALL disappear.

To be washed under a wave;
persistant. . .
thinking how sad life is

Drowning, excrutiating, breathlessly squeezing love out;
Showing "it"
pathways to escape like sand
through fingers, one grain at a time

Unredeemable time flying
and pushing, pushing all, to impending doom

Death and darkness awaits.

But ignore, ignore. . .
take no notice of this horrific pitch-black reality.
Afterall
there's nothing one can do about it except to
fear it

. . .

Impending doom?
how very cliche, how very awkward!
well atleast no one is left behind this time;

All life forms driven all at once,
like lambs to slaughter,
relentlessly by Death on its two light feet;
night and day.

But we are stubborn, we still laugh
Defiant, we still hope. . .

As we march on to this promised doom

Sat upon throne, my naked body
racked of bone
Tin foil crown
kept within forested womb
dressed with silver chill
as you danced and dangled
ministry, my salvation
my doom

False light, flash
I throw down
you take my form
you take my form
you take my form
YOU TAKE MY FORM
I touch that part
I foam
You strike
AXE, ARROW, SPEAR!

Reborn
You grab again
I give you my youth
You just take
smile as you smoke
blackened you smile
the heckle of that look
reminisce at destruction!

Sit amongst papers
no mind for matters
recalling that glorious crown
hold what little
of that time I can
submerged
a tin foil womb
baking that ******* within
I TAKE YOUR FORM
and dance and dangle your salvation
we dance to destruction

We strike the core
I dance like a drunkard
mocking
MOCKING
mocking
I touch that part
mocking
You see that ***?
You strike, I strike
You shoot, I shoot
we know the plot.


Our form, assumed
The dance of being alone
in that form
Only we know the tune
allowed for the beauty
of reality so dark
now a vacuum
the soot travels
whirls within tinged light
history's ghostly whim
******
I sit back down
I touch that spot
MOCKING
MOCKING
I breath, you breath
WE STRIKE

That feeling never far apart.

For all was tame and quiet,
Pin drop symphonies rang the bells of my attention
As sound seemed very absence
But in the presence of movement over known
Emitting silent ******
My seances only were aroused
When all the limbs came round the bend
To tumble over interruption
While passive in their flail
A lonely lady frail soon moved from in the dark
Lent to the tilt of my eyes a gentlemen
Then floating out of balance
So near to me in absence of the sun

Lips divided slowly
Seeping breath of the flowing pale
Such absence clustered, subtle glowing
Painted figures from shadows as she stretched the crooked hand
To ***** my collar with uneasiness
While nameless forces bloomed
To guid her fingers to my breast plate
Envy shook within her eyes
That tasted visions of a heart beat
Never pulsing in her ribs
That soon unhinged and spread around me
But in i dove before the grasp
So she would not consume my soul

My body landed in a room
That was the same as such before
I left its confines while floating
Never greeting who soon came
Around the corner, solid form
A figure with my name and face
His heart was absent

Waiting, always waiting
To extend a hand to lonely wonderers.