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 The stage where competition is a thing of outdated principle.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