Anarchic dreams of blind faith....
I want to be your starting line; the last bullet from your gun. I want to feel your chest against my back, I want to be your one. I want to be the only one on your stage, under your spotlight; I want to be your morning, your noon and your darkest night. I can’t be distracted by you even for second; for your very smile with your very mouth, makes my heart beckon. I want to see you straighten your tie, and fix your crooked hat, I want to see you be with me, I want to see us looking just like, that.

I don’t want no drama, I just want some fun and laughter, let’s not worry about the future, let’s not worry about the happy forever, after. Just let’s take this moment, and let us run. Take a ribbon from my hand, twist it, plait it, wrap it round your heart. Let’s just not care, and let that be the start. Don’t leave me to die within your arms, don’t leave me dancing without you. Lets take pictures til our batteries die, and let the night thereafter ensue. I want you to be my one, I want to be your golden hour, your only moonlit forest flitting sun.

I want to be so wrapped up with you. Enveloped in your arms and legs so tightly, so that I can smell, your scent. So in 10 years time, when I am stood in the supermarket and you are no longer around, I will smell that smell and think you are stood right beside me, holding my hand. I want to be so entangled with you, that every time you leave, I feel deflated, depleted and dramatically fall to the floor crying to the stars, for your return

I want you to be here, to feel my heart beat for you. I want you to be here, to be here just for you. And when I look across the room, I know that you are there, that you are looking at me, looking with that deep intense passionate state. I want to be your full stop, the point from which you do not pass, I want to be the ending chapter, the one, the only, the last. I want you to read this, this nonchalant article of faith you cannot withstand, I want you to read this, look at me, and take my hand.

Our nature is inescapable.
It will always be there - we are, after all,
Only Human.
Animals, like any other,
"Better," we reason,
Because of  our brains, our hearts, our souls.
We can feel things. We can sympathize.
We can build big, great, complex things.
We can make judgments between right and wrong.
We have imagination and creativity and ingenuity on our side.
We can love.
And it is reasoned that all these things make us special.

The truth of most of humanity
Is we give in to our nature,
Compete,
     Even destroy one another.

Two runners on the road,
One behind the other, but soon will pass.
First Place has two choices here.

He can let the Second Place pass.
He is, after all, superior in ability,
And that is nothing to feel ashamed of.
First can race Second as well as he can,
And cheer for Second as he claims the name of First.

His alternative,
With pride and greed in his way,
Is to best Second at any and all costs.
And so he begins to plot:
As Second Place passes him,
He'll ensure they'll keep their titles,
And First Place will put out a foot,
Or perhaps with a shove of his arm,
Trip Second Place up,
Maintain the lead,
Win the race.

Too few would cheer for Second Place in our world.
We live our lives under the suppression of individuals
Who do not care for other's successes,
For fear that they may fall from greatness.
That they will lose power.

We are no better than the nature we live within.
Not at the moment, at least.
Perhaps we are better,
Perhaps greatness is within our reach,
True greatness,
Where we lift one another,
Do not seek only that which will benefit us,
But that which will benefit others,
That which will benefit all.

As long as pride and greed
Are allowed to poison our minds,
We will walk these roads,
And let nature run its course.

**I wish all of humanity good luck in such a world.

At one time, I walked with you through white barked forests.
and hand in hand I found
that a quiet stillness held my breath
in my chest.  
a calm quiet. a sacred quiet.

The leaves upon the trees
were shifting and shimmering a
turquoise blue and green liquid-ocean canopy, such that reaching out
I held such beauty.

Fingertips, caressing smooth, white bark, and then a
shudder-shiver as the leaves revealed themselves a twittering cacophony, which
in a single breath out, took flight with brush of wing.

And some words spoken softly, knowingly,
at a kitchen table in a home bereft of embraces,
held such a beauty that all other truths had been forcibly forgotten—
for beauty, in itself, is a truth.

And now in an empty room
of windows,
a chair sits at a kitchen table facing a white barked forest.  
The linoleum floor is barely worn—a thick residue coats
chilled air.  

No patter of feet across this floor, no laughter, no tears.
And in an empty room of windows, one pane is fogged
Facing,
   the white
          barked
   forest

I couldn't believe my very own eye's
though they cease to betray me yet.
the chilling sound's of my beating heart,
their deceitful silhouette.
My love for whom I'd slay the king
and work these endless hours.
was nothing more than hidden pain.
like a snake within the flowers.
A love lost is a lesson taught,
we all must sacrifice.
the time we waste with one isn't cheap.
but love comes at a price.

O America, wake up from your dream.
Your top of the hill
Perception.
I plead, awake.

Awaken from your false beliefs, your
Warped view of the world.
Believing it is yours to buy and
Consume, while others starve.

O America, I see your shadow,
Cast over your deprived. A desperate
Attempt to hide the desperate,
The lost and the depraved.

The waste of your creation,
Left to wallow in the filth of
Your existence. The broken
Pieces of your people. Invisible
to your people.

O America, I see your wretched youth.
Apathetic and sadistic, desensitized by
Your lifestyle.  Enslaved by your media
to buy any which way.

Your whorish children, your joke of a generation.
Raised like cattle in shameful schools, reared in
Broken homes. Self destructive and stupid.

O America, turn off your television prophets,
Preaching their gospel of guilt in exchange for
Credit card numbers. Bastardizing science
And teaching bigotry.

Protesting human rights and feeding fallacies,
Indoctrinating children with fearful remorse.
Extorting their sheep to build their steeples,
Making sin out of human nature.

O America, I pray,
Wake up from your nightmare.
Before you collapse upon yourself, before
You're swallowed by your unfeedable mouth.

Arise, before you die. Cut the strings that
Manipulate you like a puppet. Reject society,
The cultural cancer.
O state of damnation, awake.

Pain is not the tears from your eyes
It's the fake smile on your face

Cigs.
“They cause cancer.” they say.
“So does the sun..” I respond.
This conversation floats through my head as I take…another drag.
I’m sitting on the edge of my balcony,
but, it feels like somewhere else.
Night has taken over.
I can see Jupiter.
Yep, there’s *Jupiter.
It, hovers over me with this, *arrogant glow.

I take another…drag.

It’s a bit chilly tonight,
goosebumps trickle up my spine.
I smile, no one sees.
so, I smile bigger.
The cold breeze licking at my neck.
I try to absorb it as much as possible,
for I know that it won’t be long till the heat sets in.
When the heat comes, I know I will yearn for chills like these,
but they will be.. lost,
like my tan in the wintertime,
like that rambunctious puppy on the beach.

Another drag…

I understand the flow of things, but still I push..and push,
hoping that this “circle” of life will break into an infinite line,
an arrow at the tip, pointing...up perhaps?
or maybe pointing sideways so that we may dance on the horizon forever.

Until then,
I shall wear shorts in the winter, goosebumps crawling up my legs.
I’ll enjoy that, sweaty summer fling,
and smoke cigarettes for days.
And once the lost ones realize the true importance of time,
I will be with Jupiter, at the end of the infinite line.