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Blinding Light

2012-08-05T19:47:00.000-05:00

Shining deep, piercing my heart
I open my eyes and see only light
Bright, full of wonder and glory
Warm yet painful, burning through my soul

Turn away my conscience tells me
But i feel you pulling me ever closer
Gravitating towards the warmth like a bug
Only to realize its deathly contraption

But what is it that im drawn to?
Is it so bad to die looking up?
If we are to spend a short time here
Why not spend it in pursuit?

Staring into my heart,
Your beauty i cannot fathom
But i love you as i close my eyes
I feel your presence in my mind

As i push you away...
I think of you ever more
Leave me so im not chained
But with you in my heart

I am free
I am loved
I am happy
I am not afraid.

Unfailing Heart

2011-12-05T01:07:00.002-06:00

My heart shattered once
Glue bound it, imperfect cracks
Blood seeping through
Flowing slowly through the veins

Roads guiding blood to the pain
Healed only through time,
Yet time, paused itself
Tortured by the past and present

Where we are in a split second
Our hearts decide
But if that is broken...
What then must we have left

All there is, sorrow and want
We do what we must to try and recover
The wraps and tape we use to cover
Once open for all to see

A wound, red and gray, disgusting and vile
Reveals a weakness in ourselves
pride and ambition arms ready to defend
that which has hurt and will never mend

Broken once, foundation cracked
Will there ever be a chance to regain it back
My heart should be filled with grace and humility
Yet here I stand a sinner, torn apart, rejected, and alone

I need your strength, your love, your unbroken heart

Gravity

2011-08-08T01:45:00.000-05:00

Here I am again on my knees
Wishing, hoping, waiting upon thee
Eyes closed, head bowed down
All is quiet, but here I drown

Here I am pressed upon this cement floor
Waiting for you to open the door
Shoulders heavy as I slouch beneath
Lacking all warmth found in the christmas wreath

You still wait, wait on me
To open my heart and help me see
What once was, now lost in sleep
What is to come, not mine to keep

Help me now I cannot flee
Somehow I stand here planted like a tree
Nowhere to go, legs bound
Nothing compares to your name crowned

The weight of this world so full of sorrow
If only for one day my heart could borrow
Then I'd be free, free as thee
No need for things such as gravity

Eternal Silence

2011-07-21T00:13:00.001-05:00

The sound of rain
Putters outside the window
I look out, watching, waiting in vain
As people pass by, busy with life

My face dry and cold
Far from what I hold inside
Tears welt up, blink a few and keep it in
Thin as a balloon my heart loses elasticity

The beating once fast, has aged
Weary and wondering when life had passed
Still waiting ... so patiently
The pain, a numbness i cannot explain

Have i slowed time?
I quickly fall into a deep gaze
Staring at the pool on the streets
Like Alice i begin to dream

Break open the vaults inside
The prized possession i see
Take not what is guarded,
My heart opens to thee

Sorrow fills my soul
As one's life is caged yet free
Filled with your glory and might
But lost in love's first sight

Secret of the Wind

2011-07-07T16:52:00.002-05:00

Young children free-spirited and curious come hither

As they cling to the path of lights blurred yet bright

A mysterious wind whispered through causing all to shiver

Eyes peered open, warmth filled thy soul, in awe at the sight

What was it that they saw?

The children once cold and bunched, now warm and bare

The fog slowly moving away, droplets dried upon their hair

Renewed, refreshed, their hearts raw

Below their feet, they felt the rush of a stream

This stream cool and light reflected not their own

But of mountains laid with snow, almost as that of a dream

They look back to see, blinding bright, a screeching tone

Quickly they cover their ears, look down, and weep

Capturing their tears, the stream rises to their knees

Yet again their eyes open, this time peace filled in deep

Pain, sorrow, loss, these feelings slowly cease

Their eyes fall to the stream, their throats thirst

As they drink, salt turns to sugar and the stream sweetly divine

Bend down at their knees in the water fully immersed

Towards the mountains they fall empowered by love's design

In snow soft yet deep, they made their imprint

For only a little while, as fallen angels they play

They must leave for everlasting taste of that sweet mint

Fly away; come what may; what will it take for them to stay?

Voices of the past, dreams of the future

Keep them in my heart always will I remember

What was said in this wind's last flight?

I look up to the sky every night

Wondering where they had gone when all went white...

Scapegoat

2011-05-11T11:02:00.000-05:00

A creature in the night.
Filled with hate, anger, sorrow
Forced to bring one
Into the shadows with him

This animal curious and full of hope
Dreaming of the day creature will step into the light
Walked into the depths of darkness,
Armed with a mirror for creature to see
Fully knowing, it might never come back.

Forsaken, the animal sworn in as a prisoner of death,
It can barely stand, broken in heart, mind, and soul
Creature, full of courage and might
Alas, able to crush the spirit within

Ugly, pathetic, drowning creature says
While looking into the mirror, spits at the animal
In the end, that animal shriveled dry
Nothing but a prune, wandering through the night
Hoping to feel the warmth of the sun again

But, all is lost… all that this creature bore
A heart not indeed, a soul, doubtful,
Never will it release his chains, for to live
This creature must watch this animal die
A pitiful satisfaction…

The goat looks back and longs for home
A place so far, wishing it never came
This is the tale of the goat who never escaped
Who believed in the good of all, left to die alone.

Documentary Marathon

2011-01-04T22:31:00.002-06:00

Business of Being Born: Insightful look at childbirth in America and how it has evolved from simple natural birth to an efficient method of getting the patient in and out within a certain period of time at the cost of the mother and child's well being. Scheduled C-sections along with a tummy tuck and you have the perfect appointment for delivering your child the quick and easy way... Drive Thru for Babies?

Food, Inc: Do you know how your food is being made? Many of us don't want to know. Shouldn't it be as simple as raising a farm with a specified number of cows? no, it's all about efficiency and mass production. Animals fed corn because one: they're cheap, two: because it makes them fat, three: saves grazing space (can cram them into a house with not much air or good sanitation, expecting them live in their own filth). What goes around comes around. Diseases are rampant and our food are often prone to some kind of unhealthy, not natural diet. Ecoli, Mad cow disease, etc. Not just meat, but corn, vegetables, grains, all different kinds of varieties merged into one single type. Reverse-evolution? See for yourself. Make a difference and support those companies seeking a better alternative to these large companies. Quality or Quantity?

What are Dreams?, Nova: Do they have a meaning or are they just bits and pieces of your subconscious mind? Explore your past and your future through your dreams in an effort to learn and grow as an individual to better prepare yourself for what's ahead. Dreams are part of your evolving brain to mentally gauge your present self and to better learn from your experiences by placing yourself in situations that might or might not happen, by going through your past as if you learned it all in 5 seconds. Amazing how the brain works and functions, how it grows and understands. This begs the question... what do you dream about?

Cracking the Mayan Code: Race to decode the mayan hieroglyphs full of fanciful art and figures. A nearly destroyed civilization with only a few bits and pieces of their language engraved in stone. Books, anything of cultural value were destroyed by the spanish empire, and lost descendants seek to find their roots through work from brilliant minds all over the world. Follow the journey and get a closer look at how intelligent and complex the mayan civilization was at the time.

Moment of Death: What happens when you die? What determines death? The line between living and not is unfortunately often not well depicted. Is it when your heart stops beating? If so, well then many would have died and came back to life. New technology blurs the line even more, by inducing a state of shock or paralyzation, where growth of cells are slowed enough so that one can operate and bring that person back to life in better condition. Dying is but a process in all of life, but don't be surprised if someone has come back from the dead. For death cannot be defined in strict terms anymore, and while we advance technology to prolong life, they might have to go to the depths of hell before coming back alive.

Stress: Portrait of a Killer: How much do you worry about things in a day? What do you worry about? Often times these situations that we are stressed over are not something that is life threatening in any sense. Yet there's a lot of tension and unnerving feelings only specific to our species because we are so advanced and thus complicated. Stress causes a number of hormones that with prolonged presence leads to a cycle of increasing damage to the body. When we are stressed we don't digest, we always have this flight or fight response where our blood vessels constrict, our muscles are activated, and these tend to cause a sense of unrest within the body, and while this may be pivotal for a person being attacked by a bear, this is often not the case when we're stressed over the traffic, what to eat, our jobs, people and relationships. This in turn causes imbalance and we are constantly on this high, where we can't get down, we can't calm down, and psychologically, we cause our bodies to malfunction. highly recommended for people who have a lot of stress, and for those who want to know more about the effects of stress as a source of obesity, cardiovascular disease, low immune system, cancer, etc.

The Science of Sex Appeal: What makes one pretty and attractive? There is scientific evidence that shows that as humans we have evolved to a point where we can tell what determines beauty in a fraction of a second. Our brains have shown us that to flourish as a society there are specific factors that one looks for in an ideal mate. How we interact as a society is complicated and while many cannot obtain the movie stars as their husbands or wives, the way we narrow down our choices is very intricately methodical even if we don't think so. While men look at beauty, women have other alternatives. This film is a quite the interesting look into how the senses are used to determine the best match for good offspring.

2012: Science or Superstition: gonna happen or not? the mayan prophecy states that on Dec 12, 2012 there will be a major change in what we call our world. there will be a rise in a new age, one that will pave it's way into a golden age, more likely for that of mother nature. the switching of the magnetic poles, the solar activity predictions, and the mayan calendar all suggest the coming of this day, but what are we to expect? we know that there is a direct effect of the sun on our technology and communications, but will that cause floods that ultimately engulf cities and nations worldwide as predicted in the pictures and hieroglyphs of the mayans? it's still up in the air, and this film really pushes forth the idea that we should follow the warnings of our ancestors, for the stars remain constant, and while books, scripture, and other such markings might never be understood, the calendar and the motion of the stars remains relatively the same. Where will you be on that day?

10 Questions for the Dalai Lama: Who is the Dalai Lama? How has he become a political and inspirational figure for the people of tibet? This film goes into the life and history of the Dalai Lama. Glimpses of his past, his interaction with China (whose communist government disrespected the honors and traditions of that nation, and tortured tibetans to follow their system, a system in which any mention of their cultural past gave them a near death sentence), his present life in India, how he has become a presence in the Western society, and where he lies in his stance for peace and democracy. An uncanny personality, the Dalai Lama answers 10 questions on life, conflict, teachings, interests and beliefs. A poor boy, born as a King with the entire weight of his country on his shoulders... Who will be the next Dalai Lama? Will there be one?

This Emotional Life: 1)Family, Friends, Lovers: 2)Facing Our Fears: 3)Rethinking Happiness: Look into how human beings have become reliant on social interactions in the pursuit of happiness. What are the causes of depression, how we perceive specific situations, how a lack in understanding of one another in a social society leads to problems, how a child's first years without love and care can damage a child for life, etc. Trust, Happiness, Love, Anger, Fear... all are emotions that are necessary to survive and evolve, however, in some cases these emotions become sensitive in situations where it is often not needed and thus a chronic presence of these negative emotions will cause difficulties and therefore damage to one's health and more importantly increasing evidence shows it had a positive feedback in causing almost irreparable damage to one's brain. Emotion drives us to be creative and helps us to spur forward, but only through intermittent durations will they be beneficial. Are you happy? What do you define as happiness? This is an excellent 3 episode series on how one can look at life's important features and the science behind the way we feel, the way we interact, and how our psychological minds evolve and function in ways we cannot control.

The 11th Hour: Narrated by Leonardo DiCaprio, this is a stunning and awakening film about how we are implementing total destruction of our society. There is a saying that goes, what one takes, one shall give back in return. As humans we are focused solely on the economic benefits in this rapidly growing society. We are motivated by power, greed, self benefit, and in doing so we are often blind to the consequences that can be seen in the future. We have a near sighted vision, in that what we see is only a few years ahead. What we do is immediate profit, immediate gain, and through that companies all throughout the world have failed to advance technology in a way that accounts for the environment around us. We see ourselves as separate entities from the ground we live and walk on, but we cannot fathom that in so doing, damage to the environment will hit back as if it were a punching bag, that had no choice but to do so. Since we aren't prepared to face it, it will most definitely knock us out. Natural disasters are rising, global warming, total wipeout of specific ecosystems, glaciers melting, we are committing suicide to our own species. Want to make the most difference? I say become a politician. How we go about living in this society will depend on what the government enforces. Be cognizant, every action has a benefit and a consequence. Choose wisely.

The End of the Line: a realistic look in how we see the fishing industry. while we have always prized ourselves in being more healthy, being more aware of what we eat, we have turned a blind eye to what that means. Fish are considered healthier than red meat or any other land animal, but because their habitat is in the vast entities of the ocean we have no idea what kind of damage we're inflicting by overfishing. Endangered species are still being served at top notch restaurants, and without a clue that these species are so thus. with television making fish more and more popular, we are in fact eating more than is necessary. The complete extinction of a portion of the ecosystem leads to large changes in the type and number of other animals within that system. When we get rid of bluefin tuna, an increase in lobster population, when we get rid of lobsters, we have an abundance of shrimp, etc. When will it be at a point where all is lost? With the statistics out and the predictions staggering, we can expect the complete wipeout of the sea's animals by 2048.... are you prepared to live a life without any fish at all? not to mention the fact that there is a direct relationship between fishing and global warming with increased absorption of CO2 in the ocean due to less fish to balance the environment.

Dreaming of a dream

2010-12-29T23:16:00.001-06:00

Some say men have only their dreams
Innate animals of emotion we compete
Gnawing for our hopes, desires, wants
Burning, breaking, bleeding, for one feat

Calm as the ocean on the surface
Boiling, bubbling like a volcano underneath
Our dreams seem clear as glass
Clouded by the ash we forget to notice

Running out of time, waiting, wishing, hoping
Evaporating into thin air, once of substance now invisible
Dreams of the past, present, future
All in vain, all just a dream, not real... never real.
Impossible...WAKE UP

Sweating, shivering we awake relieved yet disappointed
In dreams are we truly alive? In reality are we not asleep?
Dream of gold, grandeur, fame, love, horror, sadness, hate, revenge
Heightening our sense to the extremes of want and fears

Building the world of your dreams
Fast as lightening, out from your hidden subconscious
Dreams give you the power to do anything, everything
Yet some lights can only be lit by the fires in one's heart
Without control, fire is but a hazard

Tread softly. For dreams are everything, yet nothing...
A door into heaven and hell. Balance fire and ice
Follow your dream like water ebbs and flows
Then you will see, your dreams taught you well
Upon awakening, you question, "Am i dreaming?"

Church Bell Rings

2010-10-20T03:23:00.001-05:00

Hear the bells drum, a melody sharp as a knife

The hours once again change

Signal the time for sleep, love, food, life

Each unto ourselves writing our own page

Twelve past the break of a new day

Fireflies flickering in the murky sky

Watch as we squirm like ants in disarray

Hustle and bustle, walk just to get by

Our destination we presume is ink on a book

Yet it is easily torn apart, defaced, burned, cursed

On this weathered road, we desperately try to find our nook

No set are we in our ways than a ship off course

Who then will navigate, steer, guide us to a greater purpose

We liken the passengers watching the view outside

Where we go, never the more unknown

What we do, all the same to u and me

I reckon why oh why the bell doth ring?

A reminder of memories long gone, pushing us forth

Into the mysterious darkness, ring ring ring

We know where it is we have crawled,

A pulsating light guiding our way

Though not without a price

A penny for your thoughts, a dime for your heart

A quarter for your mind, a dollar for your soul

The sun at last doth shine upon the wearied soul

Wonder who came to take that toll.

Gray Emblem

2010-10-15T03:28:00.001-05:00

We are set free, yet the weight of guilt holds us back
Pray we are not alone, yet alone we walk along the empty corridor
Hope is there when we are lost, yet hope is lost when we have found
What we seek we can never find, our eyes tend to look behind

Mistaken, mislead, misjudged our entire lives we ask why we fall apart
Intention and portrayal, one and the same or complete opposites
Both act in unison as a measure of our growth in life,
A tug of war marks our lives, pulled in different directions we move back and forth
On a treadmill we run looking for a place to go, only to find that we are standing still
Like gravity pulls us down, time pushes us forth
Without it, eventually the rope will break, our strength torn inside, frozen in time, stuck in mind

Change happens with time, changed we are not
Older we may be, wiser I'd doubt the least
Some say we travel in a merry-go-round, married to suffering we wrought
The devil hungry for souls, temptations all around
Born with good? Born with sin more like it...

Curious, rebellious, unmatched relentlessness characterize our species
Belief in all but oneself we have decided to defy even the likes of our maker
Trust, love, devotion those I admit we cannot deny.
Yet along with it comes the bitterness, anger, selfishness
Neutral we are, stuck between the heavens and that which I dare not say
We are gray with discomfort, gray with confusion, gray, gray, gray, all the same
Nearing our end, our hair matches the colors within us, still the same
The darkness or light consumes, time pushing us one direction or another
We, still sway back and forth as a pendulum until we lose momentum, and stop...

Back to Basics

2010-08-19T23:30:00.000-05:00

Ever have that dream of being small?
The world around you in macro scale
About the size of an ant, pollen, dust
When you're that small, what is it that you see?

You admire such beauty, such mystery
Yet at the same time you look for more
A desire for something beyond what you know
You ask yourself what is the truth
Is it not inside you?

No matter your size, race, culture, age
Is that which you are destined to know already in you?
If you look beyond, in part you are looking past all that you should know
It does not mean learning more, striving for more is a sin
Rather wanting to know things beyond those basics you have yet to learn
Should not be in your best interest

So caught up in the complexities of this world
You start to lose the fundemntals
Of who you are and what you believe in
A spider spinning a web, randomly with no direction
Catches no bait, yet wonders why?
Spinning furiously, faster with all its might

Is it in our nature to want what we cant have?
To know what is forbidden?
To fight for what we should accept from the beginning
If we don't it's as if we've given up right?
But when in doubt, look back and start from the ground up
Not from the thin air

Worthless

2010-08-13T17:41:00.000-05:00

Gather your hopes
Put it all in one basket
This is the last leap
The final hurdle

Five hours and ten minutes
Counting down to the last try
Feel it in your bones, the adrenaline
Everything perfect, except for you

Always fall short, never make it pass the final step
No matter how hard you try
No matter how many calories you burn
Sweat, pain, sighhh... another failure.

Caged Fate

2010-08-12T18:55:00.000-05:00

Look up at the clouds
Magnificent is it not?
How light and airy it seems
You pray, you might just fly
Leaving materialistic dreams
Lift the weight that drags you down

As you open your arms
You pray that it might follow your heart
Turn into wings that carry you away
Above the dirt, above the ground where the dead lie

Into the open air, into the wind
You want to feel free, without strings
A carrier of your own destiny
You look around, where did everyone go?

Up in the sky they fly
You ask Him why can't I fly?
Why am I still here drowning?
Alone in this empty sea
Stuck here in the mud, a caterpillar
Lost and not able to grow its wings

Worst Enemy Within

2010-08-04T15:44:00.002-05:00

Water flows through you gently, swiftly, with precision
Each reaction in your body magnified
From tiny potentials of energy to a full on lift of 100 lbs
Everything at your mind's whim

Suddenly you feel something
Pain, happiness, pride, guilt, loneliness
Good or bad, these emotions remind you you're alive
No longer in a video game where you have complete control

You start to feel the vibrations of your heart
Each thud stronger, faster...
A dramatic climax in the movie of your life
Your mind, spinning, in a swirl like pudding

How do you control that which is inside you?
A ticking bomb implanted deep inside
The trigger guided singlehandedly by your emotions
A cascade of events that play out as a result of one thought

Whether it is self-inflicted pity, anger, love, depression
The "self" is no longer the individual anymore
It's as if someone else is playing your game
You the puppet, the guinea pig, at least until time out's over

If the pain beats the pleasure, you fight
In a final attempt you grab the controls
But where to steer? No idea where you are, or how you got there
Lost by yourself with only one guide with you
Helpless you hand over power
A prisoner, a weapon of your own self-destruction

Flow of Energy

2010-07-30T10:42:00.001-05:00

Current flows in circles

Through the small koi pond you made

The wind pushing each side

Koi chasing each other's tail

Opposition in it's gentlest form

Ying and Yang balanced good and evil

Its beauty lies in the shape

A circle describes not only this world

But within and beyond our presence here

Each moment collapsing back upon itself

We all are connected in a circular fashion

As we describe society as a circular pool

The consistent and regular patterns of a circle

Provide us with sport, games that all require a ball

Ever present and all around us...

The shape known also to those without good vision

The rings of aging trees, the circle of life

And are we not the currents of the koi pond?

Each of us swimming along the same path

We fall, yet to fall once again

A cd that doesn't get past the first song

It is said that repetition is the key to learning

But at some point this repetitive circle must be broken

In the buddhist doctrine,

We live, we die, yet are reborn again

But to achieve peace, to achieve ultimate relief

Nirvana must be reached

To break your path along this circle

Is not to break the beauty of the shape

It is to view with a different perspective

Above the circle, the whole picture

Within it, a straight line.

Metronome of the Heart

2010-07-25T20:50:00.000-05:00

Keep the beat
Little drummer boy
Each hit, a strategic rhythm
Must be kept in line

A metronome for each step of the march
Fail not, each gong must be striked with purpose
Weariness will not be accepted
Carelessness punished
One note out of line
A domino effect disrupting all those around you

Who's to blame?
You or the system
A burden you must bear your entire life
A system you must follow without question

But these are the rules you made
The system and each step you put in place
Your passion is the source of energy
To keep pushing, to keep drumming
Discipline is the tool to your self made prophecy

Distant Fantasies

2010-07-25T01:21:00.000-05:00

Airy footsteps of a young child
Tip tap tippidy top too teet
The xylophone and harp in perfect harmony
Tiny prints upon the white crystals
Disappears as quickly as the child skips by

The epitome of serenity, beauty, bliss
Draws upon a familiar nostalgia
The flute so delicately blown portrays
Child carelessness, wishful hopefulness
Frolicking about in the game of life, reality or fantasy

Gradually the steps grow heavier and more pronounced
The sound of each step grows louder and faster
Skipping, jogging, running
Dum, doom, dum dideedum, doom dudum
As the drums follow in step

The adrenaline multiplied throughout the body
Adventure in the search for independence
But with freedom comes responsibility
Trumpets ablaze, pride and honor at stake
It boils down to the fight for your principles

Fantasies of youth seemed so long ago
With the burden of age, power,and wisdom
The cello touches your sacred core
The ability to do something becomes the pressure
Building up until it explodes from inside

All emotions smashed into one moment
One moment that determines your existence
Cymbals clash, drums gong, time to choose
The fallen hero or the victorious savior

Choose wisely for it IS your final fantasy.

Dreams of a Thousand Years

2010-07-23T12:22:00.000-05:00

Some say the rivers run deep
The soil made of charcoal ash
Follow the transparent blue flow
There you will find what you're looking for

Hurry now before it disappears
Engulfed by the ground beneath
The clear blue will begin seeping
Navigating its way through the pores of black

By then it would have been too late
The path to redemption no longer visible
The lines of fate lost
Your hands are your most faithful map

The old lady creeps up from her ball
Tells this to the young girl who for years
Has been searching for her lost soul
The girl quickly gets up in a rush to find her soul

The old lady shakes her head
Little lady... what you're looking for
Is in the land where the colors cannot be seen
Look inside the crevices
Remember me?

The old lady wakes up
Lying alone in her bed
One single tear from her eyes
Lets her know within her
Her soul lies.

Dead or Alive

2010-07-22T10:29:00.000-05:00

What defines our existence?

In strict, biological terms

Living is the ability to reproduce

But we all know that isn't living

Is it courage that keeps us alive?

Courage to march into battle

Though death is imminent and certain

Or is it the courage to stand up 10 stories high

And fall to your death

Is it love that keeps us chugging along?

Love for work, for those around us, for money

A theory bequeaths this idea of love

That maybe love is selfish, for we love so that we are happy

True love is sacrifice, but therein lies misery

Are we all truly living through misery?

What burns within you?

What spark of flame will carry you through the years

What you live for is an itch you cant help but scratch

It is compulsive, a disease that consumes you

Eventually marking your life and how you live it

Living is being here at this moment in time

Not wishing, not waiting, but imprinting

Content with yourself and your actions

An almost selfish endeavor,

Living is for yourself

Living is happiness in you

It is to follow your natural instincts

It makes you tick, makes you leap through time

You look back and wonder what happened...

Are you alive?

Ghost of Faith

2010-07-21T09:44:00.000-05:00

A flicker of light
The breaking of dawn
A flower ready to bloom
Anticipation for the event
Analogous to that of inspiration

Beneath our subconsciousness
There lies a mystery
One that we cannot grasp
Until the right moment & mindset

Sitting in contemplation
As the cars drive by
The wind ever so slightly
Nudging against your face
Reveals a tingling shiver across your spine

Lying alone in silence
You wait for sensation
It could be for minutes
Hours, Days, Months, Years
Yet you still lay waiting

Like a ghost, dwelling within
Only to reveal itself
When you've forgotten its existence

A reminder for those lost
Food for those starving
Reason for those without

Inspired by the savior within

Beat the Clock

2010-07-20T10:57:00.000-05:00

Time is a comedian
Spinning you round
Until you've riped to old age
Kidnapped and held against your will
Alas, you look around
The final show, the last act
You realize what time has done to you

Its audience bursting into laughter
In synchrony to your regretful chorus
A recap flashes before you
Not of memories, but of emotion

Anything significant is but an impression
Marked not by your heart, but of time
It made you forget, made you nothing
An empty traveler wandering into the endless abyss

At the end of it all
Time stares at you
Looking for your soul
Hoping to make a joke of such
But tis already gone
Split into pieces

The last laugh is yours
Timeless in those who love you.