..the amnesiac self.

It happened a while ago.
He can't remember what he was doing, who he was talking to.
He opened his eyes and the darkness took a while to fade into the light.
Dizziness followed and soon after he was was on the floor again, face eating the floor.

A drunk state of mind, so poisonous.
Red eyes, heavy breathing, pale skin..seemed almost undead but also not alive.
Opened his mouth, but a cloud of dust just flew out.
Terrible fate for a man.

Because of being able to live again from that condition, he named himself jesus.
Not because he thought he was the son of some god.
But he rather believed that he was going to die for something important and failed, than being sick.

He now walks the streets, if you see him, do not laugh.
Do not ignore.
Just be.

..harmony of the lesser evils.

Seeking that which is not easy to achieve,
That which is not easy to keep,
That which is hard to forget,
Peace and tranquility free from disturbances.

A thousand time winner,
A thousand time loser,
Zero is the outcome,
Of so many tries.

Staying true to the cause,
Whatever drives our soul to the edge and back,
And them happy tunes when we succeed,
Why is it that the happiest stuff are free but the hardest?

..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.