I'm surrounded in the asteroid belts so near,
Hails of them crash into a desolate moonlit crest.
Then I find myself floating in the stratosphere,
My space shuttle floating in the darkness,
Somewhere behind me. I see clouds I am flying past,
Towards the ground, even plumeting soundless.
In all my fear I'm astonished. I have healthy plants!
Well, ready for the greenhouse, my survival.
I can see my shadow on the ground as I land-
My capsule, I find myself surrounded by magma falls.
My stomach comes up. I crawl out. I lift myself free.
The ruby volcanic lava gushes and melts everything.
This is only proof of all wars hopes and endless vanity;
I've found what's left of our earth, too late to dream.

sometimes i cry for no reason at all
its like jumping off a bridge with the sole intention to fall
plumeting down as the darkness envelops my being
i close my eyes for a better view, unaware of what i'm seeing
drowning in my emotions, i forget how to breathe
for transcribing my feelings to words is like a verbal dry heave
yet still clinging to reason i desperately flail
afraid to involve my heart due to the risk i might fail
stuck in a shade of gray between black and white
trying to decipher wrong from what is known to be right
it is burnt in my brain that nothing is set in stone
i attach myself to no one, keeping company alone
aware the sanction in my head is the only place to find reality
i must detach from this cycle in order to become free

As he arose from the whirlwind of ash, he wondered what it was that

had actually happened. The last thing he remembered was that he had

fallen off the edge of the frail olive branch, everything covered in

flames. As he came plumeting down, he was corraled out of the air by a

dove. This dove, with her lush, white feathers glistening above the fire

that had engulfed the land, had brought him to her olive branch, but

much like his own olive branch, hers too began to split, and combust. It

was as though everything that he touched died. He despised it. The

dove comforted him, telling him, that they merely havn't found their

olive branch. "It's not necessary to be born into the olive branch to

which you belong." said she. so they searched on and on. To this day,

they search. He had found half of himself, the day the dove came from

above, but alas, he has yet to find the other half. For she is Immortal

Dove, and he only a mere idea, however every idea may perhaps have

the potential to become immortal, depending entirely upon what it is

nurtured with, and the perspective behind it.

Amongst a sea of thousands,
alone within this world.
A world I chose to live in,
left behind and stranded.
Brothers in arms,
a concept dead and gone.
A generation hopelessly uninspirable.
A man out of time,
a soul lost and wondering.
What is a warrior of use when peace reigns?
Family in the distance,
a shadow of previous uses.
Darkness falls, memories fading, piety disappears.
Who am I anymore?
What is my purpose?
A guiding lightI can never reach,
another world I can never breach.
No answers to infinite questions.
A warmth I can never feel,
a smile I can not revel in.
A touch I will never have.
Crows circling overhead,
waiting to pick at the life I once had.
Night falls, plumeting into it's void.
A shadow once all to familiar,
a darkness I could only have escaped once.
An old friend calling out to me,
the only one who ever cared.
Protecting me from feign friendships.
Disilliusion of bonds never present.
A hatred ever fortuitous,
crawling in the corners of my mind.
An acquaintance always there,
keeping me warm once again.
A recently untrodden path lost to my shadow.
Recalling a life long forgotten,
paving a new way, leading back to an old.
Is this full circle, or it is a choice?
I have recieved my tools of patience and understanding.
Do I place them in my tool box, or continue to use them?
Rays of sunshine creep in from an unsuspecting source.
Misinformation doubting her methods, her rhyme, her reason.
Internal struggles of good and evil, friend or foe, reality and hope.
Splitting into two, tearing at my being.
Pain, suffering, hate and discontent.
Happiness, revelry, love and caring.
In one hand freely given of friendship,
in the other...stabbed in the back.
An interest?
I know not,
Light coming toward me, but never reaching out.
Torment of something good, something better.
Feeling alone in the darkness, sinking by the moment.
A heart divided,
thoughts conquered.
Emotions rampant,
ellouquently rhymed songs of pain and love.
Piercing my mind.
Dr. Jekyl, Mr. Hyde...
The light or the dark,
the friend or the foe,
the love or the hate?
A tributary of paths, which to choose?
Confusion settling in like a fog of war.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!