Life often comes at me like a rush, A stream of consciousness, Raging like steroids and shattered egos. I’ve noticed my music taste reflects that - That heat, that fire, that effort to stay at the pace at which my life flashes by my eyes. I’m at a crossroads, and I know the end of every path, and yet it is so difficult to choose. When I see the trees shining in the gentle glow of the fading horizon, it gives me peace....
We stand here, on this hill, because we are adolescent. We are brave, we are true. This hill is our cry against society, to be brash, to be rude. This fight for what is ours, to put a mark upon the world. This hill is our refuge, our cry against ineptitude, our expression of social solitude. To stand upon means to be youthful and strong. We are better than you, we stand to get a taste of the power....
Oh, Justice! The world would be a desolate wasteland without you. A land without law nor order. Without compensation for things lost. Oh, Justice! How you give me hope. Make me wait in anticipation For your undeniable verdict. Oh, Justice! More righteous than God himself. The binding force that keeps evil at bay, Allowing humanity to continue to see the sun’s rays. Oh, Justice! You assail me so, Stirring my heart in a flurry of emotion....
The sky a dark blue, Melancholy spreading its being in mine, Hope a bygone apparition, Leaving me with a bitter mouth, And a bitter heart. A quiet dread, Seeping into the crevasses of my soul, And I weep. A silent, Miserable, Prayer for a salvation that will never come. The messiah is dead, For he never lived.
The sky a dark blue, Melancholy spreading its being in mine, Hope a bygone apparition, Leaving me with a bitter mouth, And a bitter heart. A quiet dread, Seeping into the crevasses of my soul, And I weep. A silent, Miserable, Prayer for a salvation that will never come. The messiah is dead, For he never lived.
A quiet smog smothers the city below. The blue sky encompasses my world, like an endless blanket. A breeze like the last breath from the dying clouds. Mountains in the distance, strong and stoic, like unexplored seas of rock and tree. The sun caresses my back, giving me warmth and love, a mother’s embrace. The green grass under my palm a reminder of the life everywhere, in me, in the wind, and in the sky....
In June, The sunshine so cheery and bright, My heart wishes to go out to play, But my mind, Stays back in the grey clouds and rain Of May. In July, The scorching flames so filled with light, My heart bursting of delight, But my mind, Reminisces, for the nights feel nothing like night, So unlike that of January. In August, The flames still steady and strong, My heart feeling sad,...
Nothing is more absolute than non-existence, except, perhaps, logic. Thoughts are infinite, and therein lies the beauty. Thinking is the liberation of humanity. Thought is liberation. How hard do you wish to fight for the liberty and expression of your thoughts? Of all that there is, only logic and non-existence are eternal. Logic is the solution to all things. In persuasion, logic is nothing to others without empathy. Do not ever strive for perfection, only betterment....
Black, like the storm that looms. Black, like the darkest of nights. Black, like the void deep within. A gaping hole, in the center thy being, Slowly consuming all around thee, it’s hunger never sated.
In a state of deep sleep, It waits, Biding its time. Presence so insignificant, Yet unmistakable. And still, It can take you at any moment. Roaring, Snarling, Suddenly awake from its slumber, It appears. Feared by all, It is, The one that takes that which is dear.