That plane in the sky
Holding all my dreams
Watch it taking off
Into the furthest reaches

The sand on that beach
Hiding amongst myself
Unseen painting the water
Feel me slip through your hands

Like your hair falling down
All around my face
Your breath as hot
Feeling the fire burning blue

Shade me absolute green
Pull down the blinds around me
The fire turns me to smoke
Consume the room till we breath

Ripped away my fanatic decency
I dream of that anxious calm
Floating in and out of dreams
One sweeter than the next till the first is hell

A sense of fairness felt under trees
Shades of knowledge pumping like poison
What is of the earth is always given back
Through time we stumble blind

Most of this air I cannot breath
With the fish I tried to swim but could not see

Like war
Marching on
In and endless trudge
Towards an abstract end goal
Persevering through
Battling the insults and abuses
Stuck in the trenches
Fighting until you make it
To the end
And you retire from the life of war
Left with a fractured mind
Only able to take commands
Swift with knee-**** reactions
Contemplating a life sacrificed for another
Was it worth it?

Scanning the language
To make sense
Of two different worlds
Propose
The interpretation
For one party
It translates
For the other
It is lost

The spirit it catches you
The interpreter desperately relays the message
But it does not translate
It has caught you
You are falling down
Yet no one seems to understand the message
Throwing pebbles
At a brick wall
Even when translated
To a familiar language
Those hardened in their ways
Fail to comprehend the meaning

Beauty and ugliness are not in the eye,but in the mind;
Sense is coordinated by the mind.

Discrimination is the tool of mind,
The eye sees what mind wants to be seen.

To awaken the world and the life within
and to apprehend the wisdom of light,
The seeker must see with vision untainted by the memory.

The steps outside
That trace a fear
An aching in the heart
When your own consciounce
Betrays you
Leaves you to be consumed
By untempered thoughts

It was the most beautiful thing
He had never seen
Four corners
Sharp in appearance
Staring back
He blinked
And it blinked
He let out a long breath
Fogging the vision
Wiping it away
He smiled
The most beautiful thing
He'd never seen
His reflection

The fear of the unknown
Let it sow
Let it grow
Hiding like the monster
You have consumed
Cast in doom
The light it swirls
All in your head
Wrapped in bed
We hold on for dear life
Cast in strife