What happens when your time runs out?
It's your time to go, so you scream and shout
But all that comes out is a choked off sound
You're weak, fall to your knees, palms on the ground

Then you wake up drenched in your own sweat
It was only a dream, you repeat in your head
Though it felt so real, it had to mean something true
Tonight, at Death Cafe, I'll bring my thoughts to you

I've been wasted
I've been smashed
I've been fried
I've gone and bashed
I've been to parties
And I've been high
I've soared like a kite
As high as the sky
But nothing can compare
To life's natural high
It feels so good
I've waved the drugs good-bye
It fills you up
It makes you whole
It always repairs you
And heals your damaged soul
It makes you feel
Like you're floating high above
It makes you want to go away
And fly around like a dove
Nothing on Earth
Can even come close
It makes you lose
All your worries and woes
It makes you want to give hatred
One gigantic shove
Do you know what it is
It's something called love

Follow me to a paradise not many have seen before
a kind that welcomes newcomers with its natural allure
Step through the iron gate with me, witness a scene like Arden
and feel the awe that comes with seeing my beloved secret garden
The vines will greet you as you enter, brushing your skin as you come
Blossoms will turn toward you as if you were as warm as the sun
Cacti will hunger and thirst for your kind and gentle touch
as if they've lived in the desert and it all became too much
But one must not relish in this beauty for too long
because anything abused past its use is just simply wrong
The vines will constrict you, you'll burn as hot as the sun
and suffer of constant ****** from the cacti you once loved
So, with this I warn you before you enter my piece of Eden
that this grace comes with a price as you begin to weaken

Sentiments, never end
Despite, much being spent
In spite, being transcend
Choosing, heaven or hell

Sentiments, are amusing
Despite, being confusing
In spite, no logical meaning
Again, dragged from the smell

Sentiments, are natural
Despite, coming casual
In spite, behaving usual
Expressions, emotions et al.


|AB|

The originality manufactured naturally,
strength gained without any body building,
hard work born with no need to learn it.
Rising and falling known from first sight.
Being a refugee has now become a norhm.
Watching the sun set on empty  stomaches like some soup opera.
Poverty unplanned has been
jotted in the caleneders.

Always ready to take to the heels like some marathon race fleeing from wars.
Carrying a spiritaul shield to protect their lives because not even  any asurance can cover their deaths.
So many cries nobody knows if they are of joy or sorrow,
but i know that most of them project a message of pain.

Learning to be a doctor with no degree only because their societies need to be saved.
Little boys carry heavy battle machinery and are forced into war without any military trianing.

Poor Africa you are projected as helpless,
but nothing is so rich as your soils and every other thing that crawls on you,
the preys and its preditors so firece and cunning clever than those  pets that trained at some fancy school.
Your landscapes so unique they all are amazing to glare at.
Nothing makes you Africa so beautiful
than the golden rays from the sun departing to its sleep.
Giving everyone that chance to grasp a smile.

Africa is rich not because of money, but beacause of the natural resources extracted from it.

Clocks winding down.
Things,
They fall apart.
The lights wink out,
One by one;
And spiders spin,
In the halls of men.

I stand in the forest unaware of myself...
I wish the forest would hold me,
Would take me,
Maybe it is...

Can I stand like a tree in a forest;
My feet like roots into the earth,
My arms like branches,
My fingers leaves,
Moving in the breeze...

Can I unite with the Earths as one with my surround?
Become earth and wood and branch and leaf
And live my life here in peace?

Allow me to bend in the wind,
To grow in spring
And turn my faces to the sun,
Let me drink it's warmth
And feel it awaken my heart!

Let me pass the seasons here,
Watch the moons come and go,
The days grow long and short once more,
Till even I must fade and fall...

"We're trying so ******* hard
not to be a couple.
Not to act
like we want each other more than anything.
But holy ****,
it's like trying to forget how to breathe.
How can you just stop doing something
so natural that you never even learned to do it,
something just happened on its own?
How can you stop something
that feels so ******* right
and calming
and healthy
and try to find alternatives?
Ways to complete life
without doing the action
you're trying so hard not to do?
Pretending not to love him feels like
being on a respirator.
I just want to breathe again,
I just want to breathe naturally;
I just want to be his again,
I just want to be us again."