the expression
on the face of people
close to death
is different

their eyes look elsewhere
they seem to see
a world alien to us
yet eerily familiar
   a place we have known
   to exist
   but never acknowledged it
   to be important
   for ourselves

they will not tell us
what they see
    their lives fast-forward
like films
    a brighter future
   the blackness of darkness

we will not know
until we ourselves
have that same look
on our face

also
unable to tell

sometimes i search for you
in the corners of my mind
where im dying to get out
and keep running until i find
what we used to be
the things we used to share
im trying to find YOU
so please, are you still there?

the mirror of the soul is broken,
spilling out a river forever flowing,
as eternal agony soaks in ,
I can't control were the gears are going.
Is my valued machine broken?
Can it be repaired by you ?
Can it be rust free again, in a world were all is painted blue?                                                       Who would have thought the igniter,
would become the cause of the stole?
Causing us to be fighters
but when does it all get old?

LOOKING GLASS

Broken mirrors, this floors so cold and wet.
All is shattered and ripped apart.
Look into the mirror don't forget.
Look to find a slow beating heart.

Cold yet beating it isn't dead!

LOOKING GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7 years bad luck roll over.
A black cat that was once loved,
now has gone over the shoulder.
Question this the loved.

LOOKING GLASS

It all changes and circles,
like the gears to the machine,
watched over by it workers,
but there's piercing laser beams.

Forever grow, river flow, broken souls, sanity goes, the lost soul different highs, different lows,different eyes, visions unknown.

LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN
LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN

Never know, true control, societies soul, vanity goes, the lost notes
different thoughts, indifference lost, so its fine, vision unknown.

LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN
LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN

Did you break the mirror too?
Will it bring about misfortune,
our colorful different hues ?
When did this destruction begin?
Rivers flow into the ocean.
The water construct and destroy.
Beginning of the end, beginning again.
The mirror of the soul is broken.
SPILLING, KILLING
looking glass, LOOKING IN

The mirror of the soul is broken.
Spilling out a river ever flowing.
I'm letting it all soak in.
Is this vile machine broken?

looking glass, LOOKING GLASS, looking glass, LOOKING GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!

I look for you everywhere.
Hallways,
Classrooms,
Shops downtown,
Outside,
Anywhere you could be.
It's practically instinct now
When I'm at school,
To look around for you constantly.
Wondering if you'll be here,
Hoping you're there.
Then sometimes,
I find you.
Out of the corner of my eye I see
Blond hair,
Standing tall,
The proud stride
And the little smile that make up you.
When I see all of that,
My heart skips a beat.
I'm grinning and start to head for you,
Then I remember.
I can't spend every minute with you.
You're not my boyfriend.
You have a million friends,
And I'm just one of them.
They don't run up to you
Every time they see you,
So I shouldn't either.
I can't.
So instead of going up to you,
Even just to say "hey"
Because that would brighten my day,
Usually, I'll keep walking in my path.
Maybe I'll make eye contact with you,
And we'll smile.
Maybe you won't see me at all.
You don't look for me.
That's okay, though.
I don't expect you to.
I'll just keep looking for you,
No matter what.
And sometimes I'll go talk to you.
We'll laugh and joke,
We'll hug.
I'll see you smile,
Maybe even make you smile,
And it'll be one of the high points of my day.
That makes the times I pretend I don't see you
Worth it.
That's why I look for you.
To bring us both together,
And to check on you.
I want to make sure that you're safe,
And happy,
And okay.
So I look for you.

Bruhh, is she for real?

Why she come outside like that?

Wait til she walk past.

I want to know you
I want to know your favorite book
(even if it’s Curious George from the first grade)
I want to know what foods you can’t stand
(so I can pretend to make you eat it)
I want to know your favorite subjects in school
If you can or can’t sleep with socks on
were you a trouble maker when you were little?
the songs you sing at the top of your lungs
and the songs that make you sad
do cheesy pickup lines make you smile or roll your eyes?
I want to know who you want to be someday

the good, the bad, the ugly

I want to know you
as a real person

I want more than what’s on the surface
I want to see beneath that

I promise I am not here to scratch
I just want to see
who you really are

I will always find thrill
In remembering when your
Lips are on mine and
Our bodies intertwined

I will always find warmth
In remembering your
Touch that gives me
So much comfort and
Your arms which are my home

I will always find shivers
In remembering you
Holding my hand and how
Your thumb draws endless
Circles on my skin

And I will always find longing
In remembering those moments
With you

It started with opening my eyes and looking straight ahead.
eventually I turned said head to the left.
(this happens to be the direction my ***** know lives)
then I look to the right and my sense of direction begins.

I learn about forward and backward and the perception of depth.
I percieve things far away that i long for, gain understanding of inevitable death
With both eyes now open my world starts to scale out of hand,
I learn the earth is round.
I am not the only man roaming these lands there are many others like me
treading slowly, roaming with half eaten buffalo screaming "A gods utter profound."

i see the sun rise in the east.
I see the sun dive daily to its death in the west.
I hear the wind coming from the south and take a deap breath.
I scream, "bring it on *******!" head north and rest.


With one eye open I flick my finger to the death of perception.
goodbye and goodnight my dear sense of direction.