This is where god left us With language to corrupt you in your television Spit in your drink and hydrate the masses Spill out to anyone who will Materialism to occupy the blind Death to decay restless minds Prophet find society insipid Blockhead is quite alright with it A pretty face with it Spit in your drink and hydrate the masses Spill out to anyone who will

Its twelve thirty-seven and the universe has stopped Halted in my tracks overcame a perpetual fear of the people around me They remain an arms length away from me Worried about trespassing my being. Crimson covered cadence, and unsurpressed fears begin vehemently haunting my conscious Accidental words, and unfinished thoughts continuously invade the ears of others My stomach drops, my heart pounds No memory of communication Corrupted by thought I looked at a questionable face hoping I would understand Then I stepped aside to finish a cigarette I glanced at the grey clamoring clouds hovering above me My friend, what is wrong with me? I am what I am, but I'm not what I thought. There's a moment of relief, but it passes I give way to myself, and the orientation begins its decent I have found that I am lost, and the chatter waxes quiet I am a fear, but a small one My shadow stretches back to the beginning A voice questions "Are you lost?" I snap back to the ground, and the unfamiliar faces I forgot what I was talking about The head turns from me Look again, there you are Using words I no longer understand I'm lost I'm lost? You are me, and I am you, but we are not each other I ask for advice from two wise men around me They relay understanding Encumbered by inevitable truth, I Am. I stopped in my tracks And there you were In shining blue And then you weren't And that was done Oh, and now its done Now its done Now I've come Thought about it, and rambled on

Shine your face on this awful place On cracked windows that lace my reflection On the blank stares that glare bereft of direction On those who wear masks to protect the blind I dream of rose petals flickering over empty souls Death is inevitable fire burning To pay the price for restlessness In the distance a faded hand waving a goodbye I'll shout boisterously hoping that with me you'll fly Until I unwillingly wake myself and ask why? Lets turn away from the landscape that perpetually demands attention we'll drink from crystal rivers that never flow But you won't You wouldn't go Like a lover Like a vision Keep waiting Run on Lacking luster Lacking distance Keep waiting Run On Take us away today Take us away tomorrow.

In the dream In the mind Here is now Here we find No beauty, no anger, no piss angels, no fear Just short dry breaths, and a single tear So this is where god left you A fiber in an endless sea And to the last of us Always fearing what to be And this I know as I've been told I've been told the grass is greener on the other side But the grass rots as it dies If it were Another life This might go on for some time As to linger on And the mind wanders In your mind And in your eyes And through your mouth Out your mind Out your mouth

This is how we know And you, too, will disintegrate under all this weight Where's this hell come tomorrow You, too, will disappear like them This is how we lock away This is how we take away When your feet get to the edge Sleep when your drift comes undone Drop when you hear the whore Liver lobes look like they've been through my life twice, or once before again And this, too, shall pass; and this, too, shall pass, as all that lasts With a whisper, with a vision Over, over again Over, over again Here I am, and I've come again Underwhelmed you are Feast your eyes at the pose I'm in Lower than death so far This is how we know.

Memory for precision Apathy unto history So long animal body With the lights comes suffering, Pain Brick Slime Slime to build Up High Higher to heights So far Heaven Is not reached Shadow Cast down Shades the groud Darkens Blinds it As if it were created A parallel to the Empiricism we sought To, to transcend Again The Ideal that fades No longer hinders progress We are shaded by the knowledge We are callus to- Fundamental progression Aiding, follow through Forward, forward, on. Forward, onward Fading through the time wound Forward, onward Fading through the darkness, and on We are shaded by the good We are shaded by evil Like the gods we will be Like the gods we surmount the cave

I am clear I am chaste Without fear Touch my face I am here I am base As my sear Touch my face All is near All will brace All will jeer Touch my face I am clear I am base Without fear Touch my face