The sun is setting cool again.
I'm the thinker and the fisherman
and I'm trying to remember when
but it makes me dizzy.

I'm getting bored again...

Consequences dictate
our course of action
and it doesn't matter what's right.
It's only wrong if you get caught.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

All I knew and all I believed
are crumbling images
that no longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground,
some order and sanity,
or something to comfort me.

Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child or
Drags you down like a stone
To consume you till you choose to let this go

A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion...

So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
Bringing out our hope and reason ...
Before we pine away.

Dim my eyes!
If they should compromise our fulcrum:
Shine on forever
Shine on benevolent son
Shine down upon the broken
Shine until the two become one..
Divided I am withering away....

And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me;
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way,
Your way home ... What are they going to do when the lights go down...
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light and the way they'll only read about.
I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;
You're going home.

And after calming me down
with some orange slices
and some fetal spooning,
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One,
the One who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from ****in' high school.

You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I've just said!
See the Dead ain't touring
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin.

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the One
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,
To write it down for all the world to see.

But I forgot my pen
**** the bed again ...
Typical.


Pure as we begin
Pure as we come in
Pure as we begin
Move by will alone

Spark becomes a flame
Flame becomes a fire
Forge a blade to slay the stranger
Take whatever we desire

Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability,
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky
Fight over your lie, over blood, over anything
Fight over love, over sun, over nothing
Fight till they die.
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering where this tug of war will end.

This is necessary: Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life.

Very nice, very nice. This is the best poem I've seen on here so far.


Keep it up the elite work.