into the sunlight
i feel salt
from the sweat
when I scream
and i can see
when i can no longer
when you cannot pull
then we embrace
i wonder why
my energy must clash
with the phantom
i try to leave behind
into the green
you are caught
and cannot escape
it is too late
i know, somehow i know
because i set you up
for the fall
for no reason
but to have it all
when we embrace
the mistake is mine alone
and i cannot make you see
that we have no spark
it just means
we were not meant
but much much less
when you rest
my burden is too great
i am broken
you will not return
i will not follow
thus we have parted
on our way to the top
the stain is dry
it was not a moment ago
when my heart was beating
why did you let go
now i must cover, run, and hide
pretend you were never by my side
and you, are a liar
why are you hiding
what are you hiding
are you afraid i will not like you
in the nude
feel my flesh
eat my soul
consume me, goddamnit!
stab me and i swallow
fight me and i run
cross my line and you will hurt
for as long as my life goes on
in pain i find comfort
i take no notice of the blood
i know i am alive
for a moment longer
you see, i feel
when they point at me
my eyes see mountains
conquer them, beat them
you cannot run away
from them nor the mountains
babblemouth and wicked tales
stories of horror
true lies and dance
we must love
hate is old
and makes you cold
walk a mile in my shoes
then give me some water
for your feet must hurt
and now you know
when the pain lingers on
there is no fear
only certainty of a purpose
Virtual Infinity – relative definition or an illusion?
We think of an egg, merely as something to eat.
By itself, on rye, or on wheat.
But an egg can be made in so many ways.
There would be no repetition fo several days.
Some prefer the white, it being pure as snow.
Others like their bread completely soaked,
in that think we call yoke.
Regardless of which one you like the most,
I think it’s delicious on toast.
“Thoughts of creative solidarity”
Imagine, for a second, what we could do if we stopped all the
If we could spend our resources towards our ultimate purpose;
the survival, rather than the annihilation, of our race.
Why can’t we seem to think further than the piece of skin in our
face we call nose?
You say we’ve come far; through famine, disease, natural
disasters, and man-made wars.
But I say it’s time we stop making excuses.
We’re not a toddler anymore, struggling to walk, barely able to talk.
History is our childhood.
You say strength is being able to defend your home, your family,
and your future.
Who do you think you’re kidding?
It would require but a fragment of the tools of destruction we’ve
created to wipe your genes from the face of the earth; yours and
many with you.
So, in closing, all I want to say to you is this:
Instead of concentrating on what you can gain, think of how you
can help others benefit from your actions.
And before you throw that rock, ask yourself how it would feel if it
struck one of your children.
“Politically incorrect questioning of human nature”
How can we claim to be a truly intelligent spieces
when we keep repeating the mistakes of those who
We say that animals cannot help themselves; that
they cannot purposedly decide between right or
wrong – because “it’s in their nature”.
If that is so, then why do we spend so much time
looking towards the past, worshipping the dead,
and repeating their mistakes?
How many times do we have to kill the children of
our neighbour, and how many of our children must
die at the hands of our neighbour, before we stop
Mother, I miss you so.
Mother, why did you have to go?
Mother, can you tell me what I’m looking for?
Mother, I’m swimming, but I can’t seem to find a shore.
Mother, I love you so.
Mother, it’s so hard to let you go.
Mother, did I do something wrong?
Mother, why did you have to say “so long”?
Mother, can I help you now?
Mother, please tell me how.
Mother, when I think of you dying;
Mother, it feels like I’m crying.
Mother, I have no tears.
Mother, I have no fears.
Mother, maybe when I get some, they’ll all turn to tears.
Mother, I have to go now.
Mother I’ll get back to you somehow.
I have heard people say that you can’t predict the future.
There is no way you can prepare for tomorrow, the next hour,
the next minute, nor the next second.
I used to ignore these people and not care much about it;
I mean, who would want to predict the future?
And then, well.. something happened to me.
I still don’t want to be able to predict tomorrow; as long as
you’re here to see it with me.
It takes so little to blacken a heart;
It takes so much to make it shine;
At least when we’re talking about mine.
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