Omega mode, what is that? Omega mode is the next level of human awareness. A state in which dreams become thoughts become realities. The stage where competition is a thing of outdated principle. We are at a stage in existence where we need to get out of our own ways and collaborate for ways to … Continue reading Epiphany
LibraryI'm just starting another story, my S curve through time.Moments, it is what life is, moments within short stories.Different characters for one or a few, different places, whatever I do.. I carry them with me, some close to myheart others have their place, close or far away.
Lusts When Strawberry Winter has passed, leaving you less than wholeyou reach for another one, thought to be your cure allMost men are doomed to come up short, in it for only the lust and the sportIt all falls back to the start, the father and mother do their part, or not…to instill the value of … Continue reading Poem #52
SometimesSometimes it takes a smack in the face to realize something...Sometimes all you have to do is hear it a couple of times...Sometimes you don't realize it until it's too late...And there are sometimes when you think you realize something...Only to be way off. However, all in all...When you realize something, you usually catch yourself … Continue reading Poem #51
I Need To Write I need to write. I need to write, to save a life. I need to write , to say what is right. I need to write and try not to lie. I need to write, that is my life. I need to write THIS is my life. I need to write.
Maturité dans L'Amour Days pass, people grow, love is incubated within the soul Guarded, he keeps it, always a hope remains that each she could be the one, the light to his day, love kindled deep, showing the way The She she may be, but a key he needs, patience, you see, to turn her … Continue reading Poem #49
Truth Laid Bare Honesty with no agenda, that is what atheism is about. Antagonistic for disagreeing with indoctrinated dogma, that is what is seen. The minority of minorities for thinking with logic and science. Too afraid to know themselves, the masses search for escape. Excuses made and false hopes they "prayed", they're left alone and … Continue reading Poem #48
To RememberSliding motions, broken tablesDo you remember me?Missing vowels, broken versesDo you remember me?Twisted steel, broken pavementDo you remember me?Broken bones, shattered willsDo you remember me?Glasses empty, food is goneDo you remember me?Unforgiving, hell bent rulesDo you remember me?Hands trembling, furrowed browsDo you remember me?
Tempest KeptShiver in step and quiver in loveSome to own, but just one to loveA mysterious thing, this loveIf it becomes too much, will you cry out?A pain, a sting, so sweet you can't do withoutIt brings me joy to be the one that brings this aboutSome call it freaky, but I’ll call it love.
Evil Days Wallow deep in self pity Your last chance 'til reality slaps you in a face you thought so pretty you lost touch all with your dreams and you fucked up means to believe you could rise above these scenes lost in suburban constructs looking past the concrete and air ducts naught but fakers … Continue reading Poem #45
LoveAttributed softness and a need for soothing touch. Some things evil cannot mar, In a field standing, is a man, over chestnut sapling.So majestic to become, but fragile in current stateHe can feel it growing, watching it blossom in his mind. He is there, never leaving.
Rosa Parks of LoveI'm not taking the back seat again!My feet are tired and I don't want to movePushed down for so long, I am ready,ready to feel the sweet air of flightMight I fall? Of course, but to have lovedand lost is better than to have never…
Last Man Standing More than friends is a dream that's all since lost Naught else could be the "nice" man's holocaust.
One LifeWhy you lookin' down on me? you keep treatin' melike I can't see, like I'm less than youeven though it's not the truth, the truth is too real for youyou don't have control, it doesn't matter what you dolife will shit where it does, what's left for you to dois to pick up the … Continue reading Poem #41
Ardent Fool Viaducts run dry, a familiar feel, all too real… Trumped up aggressions and emotions run wild the stepping stone follows his heart, dancing along love's narrow ways. Hands reach out, pulling him hither, leaving him tither with heart unbound. Ever he reaches for something vague that lost glimpse of love, never failing to … Continue reading Poem #40
Veritas I remember how much it hurt when you withdrew the knife blood curdling screams, silent, in my eyes It slipped in with the first of many lies you told, burrowing deeper and deeper to the source of life
NovarchWinter frozen, cold to core. Part holds a faith in peopleA very small and wavering part. Selflessness is a rare trait,the opposite, a plague of modern day.More than just a hero, he stoically get his fill,watching, waiting, treading time… a moment comes,maybe one of more, maybe the fool's mate conquer.Moments, rare or not… that shape … Continue reading Poem #38
Girl in a Coffee ShopSlender figure and eyes alive… planningfuture excursions. Beauty living inNordic fashion; lips set ready, laughterat the root. Fingers dancing, talkingin words sent tither through wave.She looks up, eyes meet, words pass,lips don't move. What will happenas time moves forward… she is a wispof smoke, dancing here and there.
Second First StepSilently the blade lifts through the static airCherry handle turns, as spit on campfire flameFingers walking, pacing, around the woodRacing thoughts pierce the mental chasmWhy this, why then, would they ever knowKnowing is what is more, he breathes deep Quietly pacing, contemplating thoughtsThe books he loved are mindless sheavesPalm down pressing, so strings won't … Continue reading Poem #36
Mouse TrapSitting alone, watching chair, empty.Dare to dream a dream thought follyby those scared to dream, thosechasing badly fermented cheeses. Isthat what life is all about, cheese?!?I must be lactose intolerant.
CollisionWe live in a land of land-locked dreamsMeasured by what we have and not what we doThough we strive for greatness, no matter the meansGreatness evades us as we ignore the screamsof the innocent, the victims, crying to be heardhelpless in life, their thoughts not their own.Screaming their plight, passion in each word.When evils collide, … Continue reading Poem #34
Ash NazgLife is but a loop of repeated emotions and events,a ring. The hope of love thought eternal, the promise ofa lifetime. Many scared by the power of something so small and yet metaphysically enormous. One within another within many others, Life is coiled upon itself, springing hither and fro, tossing lives like seeds at sowing.Planting roots of … Continue reading Poem #33
Blind Leading BlindApathy, the devil's play thing...leads to temptations lost.Conscience and god are the same.What does that make of reason?
LagacyRealizing societal never-want tears heart from courageDesired by proxy, vicarious means. Unpause another’s start, carrying on their name.
BoredomA.F.F. chat roomsTalk with words, looks matter moreFucking meat market
DistractionI once watched a man as he trudged to Nantucket,He carried with him a rather large bucket. Curious as to what was insideI sauntered next to him and I calmly lied"Ho there kind sir, what a lovely purse"He glared at me and replied quite terse."What I have here I need to make me whole"I said "that's … Continue reading Poem #29
Cougar Quest An impossible love in an improbable time, Carrying the weight of fey longings Want to tryst but reality cries false, Falling back to bitter trappings Not known to follow cliche or frivolity, Reaching ever higher.
"Atheism is not a negation of anything. You do not have to negate what no one can prove exists. No, atheism is a very positive affirmation of man's ability to think for himself, to do for himself, to find answers to his own problems. I am thrilled to feel that I can rely on myself … Continue reading The next stage of human evolution
Sexless AgingCantankerous meanderings washing soiled clothesHeavy heartbeats filling the vacuous serenityWalking stealthily toward an unknown preyMock agony wrenching the souls without.Nothing is what it seems, unable to escape,Caught somewhere between the beginning and the end.
Havelaar Lives taken, bodies broken, who is left to grow the gold? Rifles cracking, no children laughing; the boss' purse is full. Sunny skies and broken pavement; people passing by The aged in years unnumbered hang their heads and cry Walking sideways, undercover, chasing dreams if youth He strives to live amid the hate, what is … Continue reading Poem #26