I am having trouble holding on.
I am f a l l i n g
a p a r t .
My balance is out of place,
My vision distorted.
Where are you?

We were destined to cross paths at some point.
When the moon became our guide,
and the stars accompanied us along the way,
it just had meant to happen the way it did.
Maybe we will never understand it.
Maybe we won't realize the entire reason we are here,
together, until the end of our time.
If our lungs stop breathing,
and our hearts discontinue the rhythm of their beats,
and our skin no longer bleeds,
but our souls still flourish;
is it possible that in another lifetime,
I will somehow be able to find you once more?
I will not need a map,
nor a compass,
or a GPS,
or anyone to point me in your direction.
If we are on two separate sides of the galaxy,
will you find me?
If I had to travel through seasons and seasons of life once more
and was forced to crawl on my knees through mountains,
I would not hesitate a second to begin my journey.
While our minds are old but our skin is young,
it would be a pleasure to gain with you.
I could spend a lifetime learning as you do,
teaching you as I see
and relearning about each other over and over again
There is not another person I would choose to cross off my bucket list with,
however "bucket" seems overdue.
How about our "Before Transformation" list?
We do not die, our shells retire permanently,
but our energies live forever.

We were young when we were friends.
Always used to play pretend.
I was a cop. He was a crook.
Never did things by the book.

Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my buddy shot me down.

It was us against the crowd, But time passed, parted us like clouds.
I fit in. He wasn't allowed.
He looked for help, I didn't make a sound.

Bang bang, I shot him down.
Bang bang, He hit the ground.
Bang bang, That awful sound.
Bang bang , I shot my buddy down.

Festering wounds don't heal quick.
I heard something that made me sick.
Screams echoing through the corridor.
He loaded up, kicked down the door.
I don't thing we're friends anymore.

Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my buddy shot me down.

I am lost
I journey to places unknown,
where wishes are unspoken
and desire is a buried hatchet
beneath the bodies of those
who have made their last travels.
On this journey I am determined
to locate a path
in which I will find not only you
but myself
I will discover the skeletons
left behind where terror has risen
I seek to a place where my eyes
will be the first to touch
the images of
The. Unknown.

the ashes rise from the rubble.
dust is a practical weapon
one that burns the eyes of those surrounding
and creates the thinnest of air
in which our lungs reject it.
we are left in darkness.
the stars are significant
when their collisions create
the brightest catastrophes
we would ever know.
and when it is
a search of light that i
wander for,
it is to the sky
that i seek

Where did the color go?
In a time of dark and gray,
what have we now?
In which way do we understand the reason behind
draining our surroundings from
the limitless hue variation that we are open to?
How many times have you begged for color, and instead ended up with the absence of light and nothing more than a beating heart?