Well constructed visionary cries for help are not for you
My worn out wrinkles are not for you
I lost you I don't want my words to ever find your shadow
I found me and my words that I construct are for me
When the blood stained rooster awakes me in my nightmare
I mean to say that all the nonsense that I have written down might only make a bit of sense and a sack full of seeds to myself
So me myself and I can feel my words and my phrases
In their purest numbing extraction
These words are not for you

Im here but things are dead
Used to be life now quiet desperation is not words spoken
I feel it in the gasping air
Why
Everything used to be alive
an animated sunset with everyone clambering about
Now
quiet desperation as my soul looks upon
Me as I look upon you
Everything is quiet
Quiet desperation that surrounds this
As this used to be my house but now a tear drop
Down my cheek and it washes away any memory of freedom
My memories of this my house now standing still in the shadows
Why
My house
Why is this my house now
My life now
Quiet and silent
Why
how I miss my old house

Who is this strange being on the screen who are these strangets from a strange land
I just arrived and I must confess what a terrible place to inhabit,
Fear and selfishness seems to be their center.
Why must I stay
Why must I stay

Im feeling giggly and I am alone.
What a wonderful world
Not having to grip onto something so firmly to fill the darkened cavern
A simple reconstruction, welding my synapses as the Sparks fly around the void
Im feeling giggly inside and I am alone and Im alive
I hold the door open as the people rush to escape yet another door
And a good day to you sir.

I can't flee,
I can't hide
I am here world
This day, this choice, this moment.
The freedom of a pure warm centered thought,
and the cold steel bars that I ponder through.

The jaws of death, the uncontrollable moment of being alive
One second
The course you choose will forever determine your fate
The jaws of death repeatedly knock upon me every moment of a given day
Resistance is futile however the space and energy to flow within is boundless
I wear the croc tooth around my neck
Around my space and hope to give it to you someday

Say something ,
I can't see you I can't hear you
Open up conduct your own flow
Clear communication coordinates concise connections
Be yourself, im here ,your there
Talk
Say something , it's important
Conduct your own flow
You matter , I just want to know