friday's special

would you like to come with me

lets fly above all these trees

come with me into the sky

oh darling we'll fly cloud high

from the clouds we look down

all the little ants on the ground

and at night we'll sink in clouds

looking up to stars bright and loud

our feet hang down dipping toes in earth

it will always remind us of what we're worth

we're something special you and i

to fly and lay on coveted cloud nine

close your eyes

and never say goodbye

Fallen Angels and God

she's an angel who forgot to flap her wings

fell from the sky and touched the clouds

eyes wide for her free fall

closed as she lays on the ground

hands made from dirt rise and hold fast to her wings

holding her down, she has no stuggle

with ease the sink her into the ground

a mouth opens around her lifeless body

a ring with jagged teeth swallows the girl whole

inside the jaws,dark consumes her

decomposing her flesh and leaving just bones

no more emotion emits from her face

just a blatant stare into nothingness

what am i going to do for i am just a pawn

a pawn does not compare to a king in any way

we may move the same, but he is too big.

anything can kill anything in a game of chess

just not the king

kings and pawns are the same

but why must we protect him

every piece is valuable

hibernation

O grandfather clock, your arrow has stopped a top the midnight

cold winter breeze flows from cracked windows and crooked floors

O grandfather clock, your pendulum has slowed and stopped dead

not a sound is alive in this dark and old house, eroding into an ancient civilization

O grandfather clock, your sun-bleached wood is crumbling under your reign

cover in dust, you accept this coat as your coffin and lie still

O grandfather clock, your burial is not deep

turn around and greet the sun

Inside the Mind, of a Dead Man

maggots crawl in and out to this feast we have served

18 years in the making and now they get these tasty flavors

memories and faded dreams are addictive to the little monsters

growing larger then ever possible, crowding the skull

attacking the ones waiting in line, the power of greed is overwhelming

the smaller ones gang together. atom bombs and bullet shells litter the lobes

charred, blackened skin shrinking to the bones. hollowed out, marrow sucked dry

hair so fine, gray and feels like lead, eye sunk so deep one could read their own mind

laying in my death bed for so long the creaks of my home. so natural, and no longer wake

through the leather hard ears the priest is heard reciting a lullaby

goodnight neighbor. good night.

second thoughts

stop and think

every breathe you take

every beat of a heart

every thought

every movement

how can this happen to us?

stop and think

about every person you loved

about every mistake you hate

about every chance you let pass by

about every thing you're not

how can this happen to us?

stop and think

what makes us different

what makes us live

what makes us hurts

what makes us live

how can this happen?

the missing sun

why must the sun die

king where art thou

leave the people blind

cold with fear of the dark

hidden once before

the skies that are real

feel surreal

the sky, she watches us

eyes to intense for tongue's word

the soft blue we knew her as

is now a blanket of death

everybody feels it.

we light our homes to escape her touch

she whispers in our ears

so we are not to wake

from deep slumbers

the chills claw and bleed down the spine

little by little she tortures us

wounding but never killing

she like the suffering

the pain, our cries and prayers

O sun return to us

O sun return us

balloon

baby just let go

and let the heart balloon free

baby just let go

and let the wind take over

flowing though your hair

hand are wide

catch the air baby

and float away

look down at all the lights

twinkling in your eyes

oh they look like stars

people told you this is who are

now can you ever believe your eyes

baby you're touching the sky

the wind cradling your body

can you feel the weight of your eyes

as the wind carries you away

say goodnight to the sun.

a written truth for a written truth (the nonexistance of harold)

9 A.M in the morning, the sun shining though the blinds onto the top of a Harold Lloyd. He wakes up, takes his daily early shower, sits down after making a casual breakfast.

For two mouths now he hasn't bothered getting the new paper; he hasn't bothered turning on the t.v, the radio, or computer. "everyones is dying" will read the head line of each media.

Humans are crazy running from death. the vitimans and organic store are all sold out, trying to prevent death. masks wrapped around the heads of children and rubber gloves for hands.

people are going insane. not Harold, he just sits here eating his eggs and cereal. he stopped going to his work, his boss and half of the employees he knew are dead; everyday tens of thousands die, so why bother. Harold just sits there looking outside at the silence.

family was part of the problem, this death started with the embryos.

a spike of miscarriages was alarming. but soon all the would-be mothers and father dropped dead....as well as their own parents.

it didnt just stop with the unborn. families with roots, toddlers and teens, started to pass from youngest to oldest. whole familys wipped out, blood erased.

for two months he has sat here looking at the quiet world, wondering if today was his day. he never had a child... so there was no way of telling. he had no brother or sister... so there way no way of telling.

after a month in fear, parents started to smother children in their sleep before thier death could find them. poisoning their siblings before being poisoned. but most of them found out that you couldn't kill a death.

whenever Harold would leave his house, he saw the devolution of human kind in progress. people that were still alive began to live off of some "miracle" they claimed to keep them alive.

chain smokers never let down their cigerettes, bars were open forever; people eating raw coffee beans, diabetic's overdosing on insulin. people began to walk backwards and talk in tongues. murderers stole souls.

the hospitals didnt know what to call this. religion called it the movement. churchs lost mind and faith. now lost to the seventh layer

poor Harold has to live

Strange

words to short to touch the ground

a pluse to strong to feel

so unnatural, falling into control

falling to deep, falling to fast

word cant catch up to a mouth of madness

pitch black cells, maze my mind

the bars knoting thoughts

mangled bodies, straggled to find purpose

inside no screams are seen

no screams are felt.

listen to the terror, the horror

the wall lullaby their lives

stories told by empty voices

so unnatural, stone faces and dark places

fall inside. oh memory

see inside, tall tales

free the flames

release the bled isolated dreams

worn from function

cracks on walls so deep

crumbling before feet

rome fell in one day

a persons mind?

Finding one's way

look up at the light

it's the last you'll see.

hold fast to the cold steel

the stairs arent real

mother earth is our floor

beware roots that want to feed

drag souls to weak to find

the heart of the dark

too weak, they sleep on dirt

and fade in the rocks

see here, the fossils walked upon

death creates this mother earth

slid fingers on the walls draws blood

this tunnel is alive

feel this breathing

listen to the drums in the distance

sounds like what's inside?

or is the sound lost?

dont worry,

everybody will lose mother tongue

remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always

if the way is found to the heart of the dark