Tossed into another dimension
Via dreams I dare not mention
Unsure of life in this realm
Frightened by thoughts that overwhelm
Escape seems irrelevant and unclear
Where I am is where I belong
I fear

Our world is in crisis.

I represent Kalashnikov.
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Global conditions continue to be challenging but not enough innocent people are dying.
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Help us to restructure the world into a far more dangerous place.

Thank you.

Begone all the nay sayers
I have risen to be me
No more will I be passed over
No truth I will not see
For life is mine
And I must live
As this is the only time I can give
To those who are sighing
What about tomorrow
Live like you're dying
Self pity
Is
Sorrow

The way we treat life

Is it any surprise
That
We

Would treat the planet any different

Sometimes
When I go to sleep
I think

What time do I have

Change is constant
Just look in the mirror
I will have little control over how things pan out

Sometimes
It can be detrimental
To think

Of what was
Of what will be

Now is all I have
  
Someday
The morning will not be there
I close my eyes and wait

for
freedom
finds
feet
first

for
facts
flee
from
farce

for
fun
fre­es
from
fear

for
fast
fame
fortune
fails

the emptiness of a blank page is my expectation of tomorrow
whether I choose to fill it with joy or sadness is not always up to me but if I colour it with positivity my mind will be free

Summer living
Summer not

Beyond my mind no description exists of who I am

Fortune favours one over the other

L     I     A     R

o     s     l       e
v           w      a
e            a       l
              y
              s

Confusion
Withheld
Deeply
Disturbing

find the thread
finely woven into the garment
trace its path
leading back to creation
forward to form
never ending
stretching through
protecting
creating a suit of life

Hearts
Think
Love

To the far side of tomorrow
Killing for sorrow
Rest in the fact
Yesterday you retract
Time in a balloon
Floating up too soon
Listening to the magistrate
Convicting to legislate

Can you relate...???????????????


Lie in state

Debate

my head rests on a pillow of dreams
sleep is my reality

deepening sadness endows this world with a mistaken belief that all is lost
what is seen as the end is also the beginning
the birth of a new era
civilisations pass through time
some into obscurity
others to reflect the success and failures of mans attempts to develop

now we must follow the flow and alter to adapt to what lies ahead
we must enjoy the moment
live fully
be alive

Desire
Drive
Doubt
End

The Beginning
     The                Distance

The End

Going on a journey
Catch up with my past
Need to see it all
Not going fast
Back
To my hometown
Back
To my roots
Back
To a time
I did what suits

Look around
Place not the same
Developed the vision
Where my beginning remains

Future screams come

Present dreams roam

Past seems tome

Follow the sky
Through shades of blue
It's time to cry
It's time to renew
Journey
On
Hidden night
Vibrant dawn
Fading
Perhaps
Never gone
Always

Explain colours to the blind
Define sound to the deaf
Expect understanding from the ignorant

being alive
accepting every feeling
good
bad
happy
painful
unwilling to favour one or the other
moulding life to complement
resisting preference for experience
being alive

Fire
(Rages)
Wind
(Wipes clear)
Water
(Floods)
Plastic
(All wrapped up ready to throw away)

We were here
Time to move on

Watch out universe here we come

Sometimes it's the only way to make sense of the world

Can the creators of beauty create a future for man

Alone
On a busy road
Watching the trains go by
Into tunnels that lead
Everywhere
Except where
He wants to be
Too fast for the catch
The net not big enough
However
The past reminds him
Don't lead a forgetful future
All is as it seems
At least in this time

beautiful day
no room for sadness
white dove dreams

When my future has passed into the unknown
Will I realise that I was alive
Or fade into timeless obscurity

Release
The Universe

Knife strikes to cut
Air does not resist
The target is the point
The pain the sharpest kiss

In my imagination
Life is surreal
Or
Am
I
Just thinking that is so ?

chasing the mushroom
always just too late
once again left in the dark

I know nothing of reality for nothing is real

Waves
Ride
Free

And they all lived happily ever after (or did they)
If they ever were
If it ever was
Does sanity exist

There is nothing more time wasting than thinking about the right time

G ive
U p
N ow

L eave
A
W orld

my dark is mine
my hope sublime
last call for the world
I await

Maybe............................... but

In search of vanity in the 22nd century
The automatons looked back

In the near past the creatures now kept as pets displayed all the traits required
"I want and will have" seemed a popular misconception until the changes happened

Now for pure entertainment
Styled and paraded

They will be a useful distraction in the bleakness of this barren world and a reminder that all intelligence must evolve to survive

MEANWHILE
the rain teases the grass
but the sea is unhappy about the waste

POLLUTION
acidly aided by gravity
frees the ball from the axis

CHANGING
EVERYTHING
until the next time
PERHAPS

depending on the science

R emember
E verything
L ooks better
A fter another
X anax

He who
Understands
Misses
All
Nature

The path ends, the forest begins
Darker as deeper, sense of the wild
To hesitate, to enter
Adjust to changes
A move from the safe and familiar
A move to the hidden realms
Reaching to the unknown
I proceed

Time is irrelevant to the universe
Space is unknown past our vision
Civilisations are never eternal

We are all we can try to understand

Just suppose
Now
Is everything

T o
R espect
U nderstand
S urvive
T ogether

Earth slowly wakes
No more will it take
Destiny is our cake

EAT IT