..the idea of what is.

Lost from the beginning, there was no hope.
Why was the mind so sure on what was unobtainable?

Clouded judgment of what is, what is to be.
A void action turned to misunderstanding...backfires.

One can only hope to learn from such stupid mistakes.
Shattered as I am, I will not give in to the blinding light ahead.

Sincerely, is it worth it?

..the escape.

Appalled by the world around him, he could not look into other peoples eyes.
Screamed when he came in contact with the sinners.
But she was his only comfort.
Head between his arms, she cuddled closer & laid her head on his neck.
And for the first in a very long time..he felt safe, warm & loved.

..a new religion.

For what we say,
Before we pay,
What must we do?
Else what for who?

Around Around goes the wheel,
Always working but not keel,
Crank is the force oh what sight!
To teeth and bone work thy might.

Help and be helped tis not true,
In lonely state 'll see it too,
For the bonding creature fails,
One after one not does bails.

..the space that is You.

What is your purpose here?
Why are you looking at this screen?
Is there something you are looking for?
Something you need?
Something you lack?

Maybe so, maybe not.
However, first of all, do you know who you are?
You once were given a name for yourself.
Do you live truly to that name?
Do you even know its meaning?
Some are given nicknames based on what they do or come from.

We are all just a number, xxxxy given to us @ birth.
Identity is no longer sought or even looked after.
Honour is lost, dignity is being questioned constantly.
Loyalty has no meaning.

Do you fight for something?
Do you mean something?
A picture may be used as a reference to you.
If you are cloaked, would those that recognize you still see you as you?
I say you are just another figure going to its destination..if you even got one.

You have to earn your place, fight for it and respect it.
Since after all, we are all replaceable.

..sound the vocal chords!

The Sun has risen,
The air has gotten lighter,
Tis another day given,
He is everything but a fighter.

Another day,
Another way,
To pass the time,
Since the first chime.

Through the window now,
Not all light can be described,
Behold the weapon against thou,
The mind even though it can be bribed.

What he sees he observes,
What he observes he records,
What he records he thinks,
What he thinks, he knows.

..the outline of the concrete.

The tears of the man, be the tears of us all.
To see what done be can, always look to what be the fall.

There is an allegiance in all of us, to whom to what be it?
Lead your way to what grants you thus, the peace and serenity of living free of cuss.

The soldier fights for the king he never met, the priest answers to a god of mind.
The servant works under a golden hat, the worker is loyal to what he can find.

Buried in the warmth of our hearts, lies a demon an angel alike.
It is all in the way you play your cards, in which you set to fire your darts.

An aim in life a target presents, but its not the destination its the path you take.
Which brings brings any animal to its defense, even though it might be all in fake.

Breathe with me this air of earth, this powerful force of sturdiness.
So we can all together berth, in peace and love to provide happiness.

..the eerie.

Man is an intelligent creature.
The mind is the ultimate machine.
Voice is the sensitive sound of humans.

Language is the complicated gathering of similar sounds that are comprehend-able to humans.
One different sound in a language can be noted as an accent.

What the eye sees, the mind knows to be.
What the body feels, the heart suffers the most.

All in all a star does not blink just like a human never stops thinking.
Better yet it might just be better to not think at all.