We are trapped in infinitum
Swirling whirlpools, timely decay
Reach out to grasp the present
It slips through your fingers
Every time

Fight against the endless days
We but only glimpse forever
A stain upon the endless sea
Compete with existence
Rage against complacency

We are trapped in infinitum
Gasping for air in our pocket universe
Existence is a bitter tasting seed
One that plants itself
From the first breath to the last

Rage
Rage against the dying light
Or it will consume you
With the absence of words
There is only silence

I awaken to the beginning of a bridge
The sun shines, peeping through the green mountains
A river gushes below me and the water falls beneath me
It fills a lake with rock henges jutting out
Large pines speckle the mountain

The polished stone bridge leads to the tallest tower I've seen
I walk across, basking within the midday light
The only sound is the rushing of the water
A light breeze catches my hair
The tower stretches above the clouds

I enter the cold hallway
Immediately above me I look up to the light
A light that shines at the top of the tower
Bright enough to conceal what lies above
The air is cold like the marble floor

An intricate design covers the marble ground
I step toward the center as the light breeze beckons me
A low rumble starts off in the distance
I begin to rise as the circular design lifts up
Like a puzzle piece, different sections stop as I go

My platform gets smaller and smaller
But I am not afraid
The light gets closer to me
The warmth of the light surges forward
I reach out to grab the blinding orb

My world goes white
I blink yet see only light
I begin to see my surroundings
The warmth is beyond comforting
I step into an endless field of flowers

Flowers of all colors stretch before me
They bow in the breeze
The sky is of royal blue
A single tree waves in the field of color
My friend hails me from afar

I'm in awe
There is no way this guy made it to heaven also.

I understand how god feels

Call it divine insight

I lay in bed worrying

That 2am worry that nags

About all those who have been wronged

Who received the other side of the coin

Those who are tortured by others

For no reason at all

Those yearning for a break

A break that will never come

I worry about these people

I worry about you

I wish I could swoop right in

And make all your problems go away.

Man looked outward toward the stars
Always wondering what they held
Each passing thought like busy cars
In our heads imagination swelled

So giddy man has always been
Curious like a cat
No longer is it what but when
Technology has seen to that

Stare into the abyss with me
As it stares into our souls
The darkness shines eternally
Into ourselves it’s black like coals.

To feel out of place
Like flowers in the snow
Soon gone without a trace
Without a soul to know

The soft patter of the white
Harshness of the cold
Gone without a fight
To vanish with the old

Sometimes we feel alone
As different colored petals grow
Together in the wind all grown
In the field of flowers in the snow.

How easy it is to look back in time
Of memories fond, when life was good
As we had no care or reason nor rhyme
Believing time would stay as it always would

Pain is realizing that change always comes
When you rise one morning feeling old
Tired and cold, your memory hums
Now living a life your parents always told

This feeling greets everyone randomly in bed
Never knowing who it next picks
Some know this feeling, others look away in dread
But for all who live the Halcyon Clock ticks

So do what you love and love what you do
Try not to reminisce about the past golden days
Find the company that cherishes you
And bask in the present of warm summer rays.

We desire the most of what we cannot have
And in the phantasmagoria of it all
We can only dream

We have phrases to mark this thinking
Fantasizing of the grass being greener
Just over that wretched fence

Some take chances with it all
Clawing away to get a glance, a mere taste
Of what could have been

Relationships erode, trusts fall to pieces, we fail
Giving in to our baser instincts
Just to have what we cannot

We desire the most of what we cannot have
And how hypocritical this is in fact
That I chastise those for submitting to such actions
When I want her to do, just that.