we will pay for everything
in the future
we will pray for nothing
     I had dreamt a silver, shining  dream
once, but now that dream
is a mocking commercial
broadcast from dingy screens
beneath ozone depleting
lies
     we will pay
for living our lies
     we will pay increasingly growing prices
for increasingly decreasing substance
     I had dreamt a green leaf, blue sky
lie once, but now
that dream
is just chemicals in the water
     now trees are just a dream
now deer, now birds
now fish, and now
now there are no more words
no sounds of life, no thoughts
no lips to tremble
and nothing new for "God's" blundering
sons, nor for Her daughters
     now there are no forests, now no cities
     now there are no oceans, no airports
no drive-throughs, no "losers" to date
no lovers, , no families
no malls, bridges, or buildings
     now there are no could-bes
no factories, or flowers
     now there are no smiles, or tears
     now there are no old folks, or youngsters
     now there are no cars, no buses
no night clubs, parties, nor restaurants
classes, passes, nor tickets
no pillows, no blankets
no warm beds for sleep
     now there is no now whatsoever
nor is there a future
because all that remains
is a past that has passed
and some once weres
that cannot be remembered
     yes
we will pay for everything in the future
and then we will pray
for nothing

you could shoot a bullet through my head and I still wouldn’t be able to forget about you.
What we had was a special kind of love;
one that made me feel electric.
I have not been able to feel that way since the day you left.

So go ahead, shoot me
I won’t be able to forget you;
but at least *the warmth of my blood will remind me of what it felt like to be in your arms again.

We entertain the idea that it is but a moment of
joyful bliss,
But did you share that sting?
              Was it too much for a whisper of kaleidoscope
                                                    ­                     pleasures.....
There is but one ending to this eclipse of the senses.
                              "Either,
You float on the butterflies of enthral bliss,
                    Or when that needle penetrates
Its like a  bullet to the brain....


                          There is only silence and stillness
and blood lubricates the nasal.
     They say an overdose is like a bullet to the brain
                    but one only some are revived from....

Do you wish to play roulette to see which shot
                                                         ends your life.

"You and I and us and being.
Such a messy sentence
and a fun thought.

It was something I sought
but never my mind
caught

My ideas with
my heart
fought
a lot

But time
fore
sought
a story we long
forgot

and time
took time
and ourselves
lessons
it taught

Until, it reached
the plot and realized
it's time
to bring
you
and I
to being
now
and
give us
a shot