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The world is broken       Lost in silence and solitude  Scarred with hatred and heartbreak       Ten thousand selfish thoughts and deeds  Tip the balance of our being   
     A moment from chaos  No saviour promised, no hero found      Just an existance left speechless  Left pundering an extinct morality      Born and murdered by our own hand   
And we do nothing      Guilt unaknowledged, blame flickering  As the earth lays bleeding  &#
I wearily wonder what weird and warped way we will walk  while wanton wars wear away at the world.  We willfully ward our wrong while we wreck this world,  
and we will withhold worrying while we wither away.
Instead of copying and pasting, I write out the word heart each time.  I swell into the word.      
The word that has nothing to do with what it symbolizes in this era.  You cannot break your  
 
heart... You can tear it, or stop it.  Mine stops often.  Often it stops when I look at you and see  
 
that you are looking at me.  I have been aware for a while the way you feel about me, it didn't  
 
take long for me to truly know, understand; because I "fell" fast into the same place you went  
 
to when you looked into my eyes... N
The world boils about, bubbling, brimming over  So much life, people everywhere  And yet no one notices another  They don't seem to care, unless the impede  Then you better get out of the way  People pass by not caring,  Apathy the word of the generation  Everyone feigns canonization  Proclaiming themselves kind and  Benevolent and willing to hope   
And then they breeze right past  The supplicant, spurning that they  Would talk with a saint   
A saint who is the greatest sinner
Silent is the voice of a generation  And apathy its favorite fare  We pass by everyone without a care  We spout great verse  But action we not dare  We say there is love  And yet all I see is air   
What do you see when you stare?
I put my hands in her hair  Because she is wise in her heart  Though her head is quite hollow  
She shimmers like fire and gold.  And I ask her quite sadly,  "Do you know the meaning behind all the madness?"   
And she looks at me with those  Coca-Cola eyes  And a grin on her snout.  "Why the greatest thing in life  Is to walk down different streets  Feeling communion to the end of your leash."
mówią o nas żule prostaki i chamy  a my i tak im nie dorównamy  możemy być króle jak również nędzarze  nigdy spod kopuł nie spuścimy marzeń  jesteśmy niepewni i niepowtarzalni  z każdym łykiem wiedzy czerpiemy skojarzeń  wietrznie eteryczni lecz wciąż namacalni  mamy poglądów ciepłe bagaże   
nie bez powodu i prosto z lodówki  działamy wysoko pod chwili natchnieniem  gdy spływa w dół prawda przez szyjkę do główki  nad zrozumieniem
Consider a world that’s beautiful,  though with every sense in your body,  you know it to be hopelessly corrupt;  Consider a world that’s growing,  though with every vestige of wisdom in your soul,  you know it’s only decaying;  Entropy is natural, the first and last state of existence,  but consider the order of the present,  the sweet serenity of now, for all that is,  And consider now that you are you,  and that the world is the world,  and that the cosmos is the cosmos,  And all things are all things in the present;  consider that each thing exists with every
Have you ever just wanted to vanish?  Just suddenly up and disappear  Escape from your secrets and shame  Not have to face the ones you hold dear   
Feel like you shouldn’t be around?  Feel there is no point to you anymore?  Feel your ruining the happiness of others?  Wish the world was something you could ignore?   
Well that’s just not how it works in life  And it is folly to wish that it did  Where would you be if we all vanished?   Would you survive if we all hid?   
Your always wanted by someone  There are even those that care for me  I gu
She looked down upon her hands  With fear in her eyes  What did she see?  Was it time,  Slipping away like sand?  Was it blood,  Running down like sweet wine?  Was it hope,  Ethereal like the wind?  Was it love,  Burning with a cleansing fire?  None of that mattered to her  To her it was all of that  She opened her mouth  But nothing came out.  Tears ran down her cheeks  Looking around for help  All she saw was a void  Not understanding she was surrounded  By hope and love.
I had a dream about picking lemons  near the top of a sun-kissed lemon tree.   
My feet placed on a hold in a bough,  with my body's height I soared  through the branches and leaves.   
Picked one, picked two, picked three  choosing lemons with arms outstretched.     Most of them ample in size and good in color  yet upon brushing those lemons they swung,  displaying a callous sore on the side, riddled with holes, with ants.   
Picked another, five, six, seven  better this time, for there was one with only a mere blemish.   
I then wondered profoundly to
Darkness swells  inside the souls  of lonely people  on lonely roads   
It darkens corners  and just brings hate  for lowly people  with lowly fates   
And trust me  as people die  our sunny mornings  
will subside   
Dream of darkness  hate and fear  lost in your mind  I will appear
If all was truth, I would not believe it,  
Yet if all was lies, it saddens me to say, I would believe it to be true.
It is raining.  Do you hear it?  - the sky crackles  with power; a lioness at  her Kill. She roars to the  opposition,  daring them to come -  and fight. To fight.   
I breathe out, my breath  
a fog on the churning waters.  The rocks, slippery, push me off  the wet grass, down the dizzying  spiral of a slope.  I do not care.   
I merge with the inky blackness.   
Through my blinded eyes, I see the rain  pounding overhead.  I do not care.  It is gentle and serene here, a  
time to heal. But it is nearing dusk  - the light is fadi
Teeth I can't see are breaking through my feelings,  and you're lips just comfort me.  Holding back insanity,  and paranoia interrupting,  these mindless acts of selfishness.  How I wish that you would loath me,  but I've got you wrapped around my finger.  Yeah, I'll learn to be free.  
 
Holding in the embrace of our bodies,  while holding your chest, I can hear your heartbeat.  I long for those days I miss,  even though those days are only 15 footsteps away--  From my front-yard to your doorstep,  from my heartbeat to your chest.  I'm trying to eliminate the aspects
do not we sit silent in fear and disbelief  are not we overgrown with weeds of remorse and relief  does a spark not start a fire when i look into your eyes  are not you my desire when i breath in all your lies  is love not a madness born within us all  are we not merely play-things lined up along a wall  do not we lower our gaurds in the light of the sun  are not life and loves built custom for one   
as to say promises are made to keep confidence high  as to say martyrs are fools, promised rewards if they die   
does not truth meet with falicy and kiss her on the lips  if to sa
Distempered crustacean  Passing motions of royal discontent  With heavy, violet claw  Or else causing frustration  With your nocturnal scrabbling  Though your domain is small  (A barren postcard of gravel and plastic)  You defend it with the stubborn pride  Of the kingly irrelevant  Who see ownership as a cause for inflation  And square themselves before their hamlet  Declaring defiantly “This is mine.”  Hermit crab, I will not challenge your feeble bleating  Nor strip you of your possessions  Rather, I turn amused, providing your daily bread  Like a thrown
i be damned  to hide my fear  
deny my fear  then i be damned  fear is denied  fear be damned  with me  
faith of nothing  speak of nothing  
there is nothing  sound  movement  life in general  too much to see nothing  feel nothing  i nothing  damned be nothing  nothing in the vast recess  
of the desert of heart  damned in the desert  damned be the heart  damned like the earthbound saint  works of heroism from works and pain  damned be the world in the world’s  
eyes
Finally, I let you go   
Yet, you never knew  How hard it could be  Keeping my distance  When I wanted more   
For a moment in time  You reached out to me  Waiting for an answer  The one I couldnt give   
Looking back I realized  What I desired was you  Not fantasies of nothing  And now my heart aches   
Because, I let you go
the journey was long  but finally here  the dream come true   
lives were lost  hearts were shattered  souls crushed   
the price we pay  to live this life  the one for which we strive  the one that must survive   
what will be next  another journey  or the end
        I Love Everyone        I Love Everything...                 Love?       I Care For Everything                  With           A Deep Coldness...                Coldness?             A Fre
Washed away  The sea begins to stray  I sink down into the bed  I see nothing but my dread  
 
Into the sky I am consumed  Darkness unfurling like a flower in bloom  The distant stars like candles of hope  Becoming dim and devoid of scoop  
 
The heavens cry out deafening blare  As the light leaves even the stairs  All while I sink down into my bed  I see nothing but my dread   
Distance the shouts and screams  Like being within the realm of dreams  To the east and to the west  The world spins and never rests  
 
Gods of darkness, masters of th
Who am I to say  That I am pathetic   
I have no right.   
That sort of wisdom  Belongs to entities  That cannot be recognized  The movements we see  But then aren't there  They hold my definition out of my reach  Because none are to be trusted  With the truth   
We are just to juggle the evidence  Until we are out of breath  And as we perspire  They laugh jauntily  Knowing we are fruitless beings  At times not even amounting  To meager entertainment   
So you see  I could feel ashamed  And dastardly disappointed  In my

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