two hands.

take my hand, we will climb out together,
venture past the points of worldly limits
gathering energy till forever
on an ancient planet to inhabit.

take my hand, let’s escape into dreams
unraveling secrets we’ve imagined,
playing hide and seek with our psyches’ schemes,
but what can we really believe in?

take my hand, our time has finally come
to be allowed entry into our hearts,
so as to escape having to succumb
to sensations of being torn apart.

world can be if we go it together,
much more than simple-human forever.

12.31.04.

out of water.

so just get up your feet, grow wings and fly.
it’s time to leave this place anyway.
not everyone is meant to survive
this, so just find a place for sleep to stay.
escaping the haunting of creeping shadows,
some secrets weren’t meant for all to hear.
some hearts corrupt when winds begin to blow
to escape any reminder of fear.
while aging bones disintegrate away,
the scars of youth tearing open the flesh.
it’s time to leave this place anyway
cause in crowds it’s hard to fit in and mesh.
cause life was a color none could see,
and loved, something humans just could not be.

12.31.04.

how the child forgot.

kill past regrets of murdered innocence
for a profit that would not benefit,
of a life that’s murdered every second-
such a planet for one to inhabit.

then mutilated childhood fantasies
became mere detached fragments of past.
unconscious of ancient memories,
so that the purer spirit would not last.

the child’s eyes were forced to focus all day
until the child had no glimpse of distance,
until the child believed in the old ways.
the child should have taken a firmer stance.

but the child just wanted to be grown up,
and all that had passed the child could not stop.

12.31.04.

getting together (how wars are planned).

and so the mind one day became an absolute
that led towards a disappearing star, which now
fading out conjured up thoughts meant just to pollute
the idlest of minds awaiting dreaming, but how?

how little of love some hearts do ask in return
after having allowed emotions to enter
and dilute all sensibility of reason,
guiding one even farther from our true center.

center crashing one against the spaces around,
demanding that the moon get back in position
so that the stars can continue to collide down
where they will begin to crush these gentiles’ nations.

cause all the world really needs are atomic bombs,
as long as millions consciously drop it as one.

06.02.04.

dark creeps in.

the world is getting smaller, isn’t it?
soon all the walls will begin caving in.
into which category will you fit-
less classifications for everything?
so march in line and look the other way.
there’s not enough time to be critical
when all one has is getting past today.
there’s not enough time for the world to stall.
the noise is just static that surrounds.
with every second, sinking in deeper
to the madness that is always around
from the spaces crawling ever closer.
and no one to meet out there on the edge
while contemplating jumping from the ledge.