and Caesar addressed the salad
but Waldorf protested
who is this charlatan
lettuce cast him away
for he is no big cheese anymore

I AM THE GOD OF MONEY
AND I BRING YOU

PAIN

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sinking in myself
tuning in
no more dreams

It seems history repeats itself because no one listens

Our actions can be words lost in translation

Reality is fuelled by perception of view
The same scene can change as life grows you

Light fades
Deep is the cut
Red illuminates the horizon
The day is finished
Awaiting resurrection

Deep
Is
My
Idiosyncrasy
No
Intrusion
Shall
Heal

Street scene
People mingle distantly
Talk is whispered
Not heard
Nowhere to go
No one to visit
Loneliness in the city
When all is hidden
Behind locked doors
And the rain is falling

Events deliver memories
  Mind games                
     Broken

thinking
confusion
lost

deep
desire
damages

if all ideas  sciences  theories  preconceptions etc
are created by humans

do the really exist

when will we know if what we see is really there

The streets are uneasy at this time
When the twilight separates the day
Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed
And yet
As the darkness fades
All takes on a new perspective

The real disappears and the routine begins once more
Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience  
Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity
Weak every day through the months and years
Until
All stops

Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected
The challenge of survival without a  fragile safety net
For it all ends for all
How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived

By now the sun will have risen in the north
Set in the south and all within four hours
Twilight passes for night and day
Clouds no longer cruise the horizon
Seasons last for years
This haven replaced Earth
But I know where I'd rather be

And cometh the morn
I am awake
not thru choice but the need to live

Don't worry about a long life
Worry about not living

Trespassing in the wake of hope
I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama
To feel charged is preferable to being drained
What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable

sometimes
it's good to know where we are
and what is good
in that moment
the thought is focussed
even if it seems irrational

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create your own black hole
be ****** in to the depressive void
charge your negative energy

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Time
Happens
Or
Not
No control
No problem

Earth - Goes on

(What is not broken cannot be fixed)

Man - Does not

(Who will defend us from ourselves)

I dip my pen in ******* and write about peace on earth

Beyond my mind no description exists of who I am

Drink
Definitely
Deprives
Decent
Drivers
Dynamic
Decisions

The streets are uneasy at this time
When the twilight separates the day
Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed
And yet
As the darkness fades
All takes on a new perspective

The real disappears and the routine begins once more
Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience  
Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity
Weak every day through the months and years
Until
All stops

Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected
The challenge of survival without a  fragile safety net
For it all ends for all
How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived

Tanned faces in the winter of hope
Lasting forever
Distant perhaps
Remote
This life despairs all who come to pass
Knowledge is regression
Time however
Never lasts

Travelling to the outside
Of in
A world contained
Of nothing
By no one
To examine
Perhaps the genius of snails
One cannot
Encapsulate
A life
Too real
For some

Monochromatic scenes in this city of has beens
Hearts no longer pure from too long in the sewer
Youth no longer able from too long in the cradle
Destiny cut lean from living in a dream

Technicolor skies in this land where hope lies
Souls once unsure bring light to who endure
Age once a bane brings hope to who remain
Skills seldom seen bring reality to the dream

Who tells the clock how much time is left ?.....

Feel the pain of being alive

the night sky glistens
like a comets echo
fading into the void
known only to the gods

It's never too late to live

Fleeting colours
Missing substance
No love

The air has been ****** from the sky
The seas can't cry
The shark hunts the lion
The path of life is flying
Contradictions of a world unknown
The past visits through the twilight zone
My heart beats faster
breathing gets harder
WHAT'S GOING ON    WHAT IS GOING ON

Must I look around
Involving myself in expanding intimacies
Something created from so much
But very little
Pushing me from the importance of the infinite
Rotating without break
Encompass all
No matter
No willing
I must float
Flex
Descend
Cease
If I am here
I must belong

in the depths lies the truth
hidden from those who seek
to go forth with false intentions


waiting for the naive uncomplicated spirit
that exists in all who ignore the masses
and proceed with an open mind

No one comes here
because
no one goes

and the narcissist cries
this is my world
why are you here


your world
your world
this is the 21st century

welcome to prison earth
there is only one escape

The complexity of humanity can be found in the convenience store

The regulars, not looking to change the daily habits

The passing trade, hoping for a one stop

The lonely, finding a point of contact that may be the only one
                    not buying anything in particular but happy to advise
And

The cashier
                    overseeing all with power
                    never participating wholly in the dramas that unfold

But looking forward to the end of the day when the door closes

I live for the night
It never fails to excite
The darkness prevails
Those unearthly tales
My future is clear
My destiny is here

Actually  
We are the aliens
Vertical
Outsiders
If you lie down
Horizontal
So much is happening
Look
You have to see them

darkest of dreams

what do they mean

distressing scenes

not all they seem

figures on screens

remain unseen

to trick         to scream

it's halloween

Planning for the future
Not living for today
Look at the past
All those things
Did they go you're way??

To sit down and write
                                       using pen and paper
a feeling of creation
                    
                the words

                                                                                          ?
the handwriting illegible unless studied                ? art ?
                                                                                          ?
thoughts of this particular time
passing
          may be forgotten soon

                                                     replaced with the boring
must do this
                      must do that        routine

by the morning the waters had receded to reveal new horizons
the surface of a different world
but this was no sea of tranquility
more a reflection of a barren future

M an
A  ccepts
D ictator

head below water
that moment of breath
balanced between two worlds
here or there
a choice that is not always my own
before inhaling the future

I open the door
Welcome the sun
Put away the umbrella

silence is a friend that will never betray
but do you want to live your life with nothing to say
be who you are forget about the gimmicks
we were born original don't let us die mimics