we shall not leave this world alive
as we’ll discover at the end of our life

yet even though we know all that
we still cannot imagine being not

The horror of not knowing
is killing the inside
of me, of her, of him
maybe of you

We, all of us have at least once in our lives imagined whats next
We, all of us have followed a schedule so we'd know whats next

The horror of knowing
is very specific
is truely full of adrenalin
it kicks me right in the chest

None of us would enjoy the full experience of knowing everything
None of us can be in the power of knowing everything

We all have doubts, hopes, dreams, sorrows, speciel moments.
Sometimes those doubts, hopes, dreams, sorrows and speciel moments
won't live up till your expectations.
Then you'll have to remember that it wouldn't be a gift, to know everything or not to know anything.

We are after all only ourselves, and we should live in this, our, moment of time. nothing and no one should mix in and make us think towards the future or the past.

We shouldn't hesitate into information. Rethink and if you truly visualize yourself in happiness with the information the go get it, otherwise don't.

Another love story of mine, I wanted to know everything, every little **** thing of affairs that happened, had happened or would happen.
Well long story short, that relationship didn't work out.

Knowing he will never hold me like that again.
Knowing it's possibly the very end.

Knowing he kissed me and left me alone.
Knowing that I am now on my own.

Knowing how easy it was for him to just up and leave.
Knowing how hard it was for me to even breathe.

Knowing is the true power that can conquer all.
But knowing he's gone will be my greatest downfall.

we are man all knowing
sailing down river a river ever flowing
in a distant window candles burning
to light the way as the day is turning
night
a man in the darkness conscious is burning
pain to obtain his yearning
and the river continues flowing
w/ the blood from the all knowing

the things and thoughts and memories
we keep so private
   not even those closest to us
   are supposed to know

are those that make up
our individuality

we need
   as experts say
this very core of our privacy
so we can say
   I am different
   I have a secret
      nobody else has

I am not sure
yet I have come to understand
secrecy also has disadvantages

torn between privacy
and the desire to share
   we are drawn towards confession
   or get paranoid
   in order to maintain
   The Secret

unaware
that almost everybody
knows it
anyway

           * *

The shadows in our hearts the heat and tremors not from the ground but from within.. will we ever know the presents intention? What are we living for? Will we ever know.. then the veil of destruction how long has anger enticed his veins how long has pain subdued his senses he wondered then nothingness not even him it was darkness now.. what lurked within.. will tomorrow be the answer.. was courage enough was rage enough the veil opens.. light but he can't see inside what is this feeling what is this life why me? why anybody? what is purpose how did we cause.. can it ever be rewritten? only in time can we find out all we may know..

I'm not a Know-IT-All
I just know it all in this category
But i'm blurry on the others
But hey, we can always improve!
Got to keep the train on the rails
Got to keep that truck shipping boxes
No stagnation is allowed around these parts
Only growth and development

I once rubbed a crucifix to know
what it was like to be touched by Christ.
It wasn't warm.
He wasn't warm.
He was rusty metal.
A relic.
A man who has long since died.

One day that will be me.
A long lost artifact
Or photograph, that
will be stuffed in a drawer
next to a book and some condoms.