The others look at the ground.
They look at the sky.
They watch for a miracle,
Believing that they believe,
Wondering when they will no longer wonder,
Unthinkingly mouthing the New English Bible.

You ignore their designs.
You wait for the moment
When we will forget
The climate in our clothes
And the slaughter on our plates
And the tongues of our elders
And the mystery of what remains
And that light is our order,
Our kingdom is stone
And that love, envy, joy, despair
Are rituals that we cannot unlearn
As we touch and retreat in predictable ways.

The sun burns its vicious circle.
So you lie down to sleep.
You try to go to sleep.
You hope they remember to wake you.
But not too soon.
No, not too soon.

The waves that pulls the sand into the ocean
The wind that dances with the leaves
Clouds that envelopes the sky

Angry waves crashing through the shore
The strong winds tearing through my skin like a knife
Dark clouds dropping rain that bursts like missiles

Waves that couldn't take control of itself
Lost in its anger and destruction
Plunging to the shore, pulling back
Back, further back, and back once more
Till it finally free the wrath it held
And in the land it settled
Pulling back and back and back once more
now, no longer was it taking back mere sand and stones
But trees, home and life it took
Like a fish caught in a fisherman's hook

The wind, with its crazy state of mind
Can't decide on where direction to blow
As it took time for its decision
The lunch that took minutes to cook
The project that took hours to make
The house that took months to build
The tree that took years to grow
The child that took its whole life to live
By the crazy wind, took just seconds to destroy and to end


The clouds that wont cease from crying
Pouring it all on the earth
Dropping every bit of rain it could
Till the sight of land was no more
Washing everything away
Drowning everything down

The waves, The Wind, The Clouds
they continued their reign
Destruction, Destruction and nothing but destruction

Until like a single ray of hope
that shone through a dark and miserable place
the sun rose and shone a light
hotter than ever
brighter than ever
Stronger than ever

and..

and..

BOOOOMMM!!!!

Yah, the sun just exploded...
And it's another day for the end of the world

We're all dead here, so go ahead
and smoke. Have a drink. Play a game.
Sleep, or don't.
****.

Go! Tear yourself apart living,
if only just to spite the bored
and the apathetic.

Outside is warm and trees
or cold and grey.
It's nice, enjoy.

I'll sit here and wait quietly.
Not just bored. Not only
apathetic, but made up.
Illusory.

A reflection in tinted glass,
waiting for something interesting
to happen.

Imagine a world,
one with everything you know
coming to an end.
All those faces,
both familiars and unknown
perishing.
What would you do
if you knew,
your world was dying?
Who
would you save if you could?
and who?
would you leave,
for deaths heavy jaws to clamp on?

The world will end in fire or storm,
If given the choice I'd choose the storm.
Go out with a bang is what they say,
Better to drown than to burn.
Yet I can't help but wonder,
Isn't the storm almost the same as fire?
Electricity coursing through your veins,
You fry from the inside.
In the end you'll either be deep-fried or crispy and burnt.
Maybe one'll be wetter than the other,
But in the end, we'll all be dead.

there is no one at fault
except for the plates trembling below
swiping our soul as one
to gobble it up
suffocate our pores
let the screams turn up
and taste-bud-dots peel
there is nothing left to sense
but the barren soil
while the last engine pops
and the final bell rings
the church has set free
all the old taken things