The end of the line don't end in tears,
Because my eyes have dried over the last few years,
I'm sure you don't see me anymore,
You hate the things that you loved before,
Correcting me, infecting me with an ideal,
I'll give, you take, you see how it feels.
The same reaction always has a different reason,
I do what I can, but you act like I've committed treason,
It's the season for growth and to see what we'll discover,
For you and me both, my friend, my lover,
Alone we'll stand to see what we can uncover,
But I'll love you still in a way like no other.
Things evolve and variables affect,
It had to get real, I mean what did you expect,
That I would be your idea of perfect,
No I get even more human, the closer you inspect.

world is demanding a never ending place were onward we must go

take no second thought onwards we must go

you are sweating ageing your back breaking but..onwards we must go

and for those who stop to think in this constant spinning circle

shall be flung aside forgotten.. onwards we must go

to the world you are just one of seven billion other men onward they will go

you are already a slave to this earth because onwards you must go

the world will always move onwards

with or without you

'I love you, you know that?'
I say as I
brush his hair
behind his ear,
tear my gaze
from his own,
take two steps back,
don't look back,
         and finally let him go

Green sea
still, the waves--so tired
my aching feet.

Love to you that love me
Love to you that hate me
Love to you that lift me up
Woe to you that underrate me

It's not my job to let you know
It's yours to pay attention
And sure as ****, I'll let you go
For slowing my ascension

So climb with me, I'll help you up
And we won't climb alone
Or drag me down, I'll use your head
As a ******* stepping stone

-J NC
9-16

I look forward into the great expanse, and

I see nothing. It is dry and it is arid and nothing

grows, not the toughest of  weeds. I walk and

I hear nothing. Only the echoing solitary footsteps I

force onwards. Ghosts and tears have fallen long ago.

All options blur into one: a steamed mirror;

a compass that cannot decide which way is North. So

onwards and forwards into the plane, though blinded and

fearful. For there must be something out there,

something for me.