A bullet has no intention to ****

But, the anti social will*

worried about Paris victims

May God save them

Who am I?
I don't know,
I guess I am nothing.
The real question is,
What am I?
Well I am poor
I try to get out of "It"
But I can't
But why not?
Because my family is poor,
My friends are poor,
And a I'm poor
Who am I ?
I am...
Well you most know

I want you; I always want for you
When the sun is setting
     and the shadows cast
          resonate a glimpse of pleasure
               from the small sparks of light
I want you-- to experience all that is you
Open these eyes like the doctors welcoming you in,
     my arms getting ready to embrace you,
          and see you for all that you are
Success and determination
     in the rays of the sun
Streaming and rising to and from the earth
Away and coming inward
     they are still just as beautiful miles away
          as they are clasped around the appendages
               of my own hand
I want you; I always want for you

A victim of daydreaming

May 2, 2015 at 1:02pm

I live in a world full of madness

I live in a world full of lies

A speech once worked

The crowd into a frenzy

A leader once won a peoples favor

While appealing to their emotions

I live in a world full of madness

I live in a world full of lies

I live in a world full of emotional speech and demagogy

Sometimes I walk in circles while doubting

The world of anarchy around me

Am I intellectualising to much

While feeling too little?

As an adult one learns to cope

When feelings have aroused as secrets

I am the victim of daydreaming

Yet I have nothing and everything

Am I intellectualising to much

While feeling too little?

Anarchy dwells around me

In a slow motion state of rhythm

I'm a victim of daydreaming

Yet I have nothing and everything

As I fade away into the rhythm of life

I'm a victim of daydreaming

And from actions and words

To never understand what they're about

A Statue of Ashes

December 27, 2014 at 9:24pm

I was once lost in a moment of time

She was right behind me

I've tired to tell them

Sometimes...

It's always the same

There were once whispers

Behind my shadow

And it's always the same

She was right behind me

I couldn't tell them

Sometimes...

There are whispers

Behind my shadows

She wanted this world

And it's riches of illusions

The kingdom of Sodoma

The kingdom of flesh

It's always the same

She was right behind me

I've tired to tell them

But it's all the same

Of whispers behind my shadow

Sometimes...

It's always the same

Sometimes...

There are whispers

Behined my shadows

Ashes remain without her

Ashes remain unseen of your beauty

So clear as fallen leaves

As crumbled ruins unknown

Past present and future

Ashes remain without beauty

There was once Ashes behind me

There was once ashes behind my hands

My hands had once held the ashes of her shadows

Past present and future

There were once whispers behind my hands

She became a statue of ashes

Yet It's always the same

Her shadow was once behind me

Yet she became ashes as white as snow

She was once behind me

And it's always the same

For all my broken promises

Have become unto ashes

lost in halls of broken mirrors

One is free to leave it's cage

One can leave this shadow

Yet, It's all that she can't leave behind

Of her crumbled stateus of ashes

I have not looked back

Yet, I can feel her ashes on my hands

What have you done?

What have you become?

She was once so dear to me

Before she became a statue of ashes behind me