TheAlphaovOmega

I fought you down but you grew back and ugly disease I had no part in, a piece of life that broke itself off from the center and became a single attached thought that broke me A word was planted, a single thought grew into a knowledge so terrible it uprooted the very foundations upon which i stood upon, watching the breeze tear away the air from the suburbs.   And so they watch as I stare in turn, pointing at their clocks to tell me that my time is short, but still I walk, ignoring plees of innocence, turning instead to walk once again into a word that turned me against myself. Evil floors, they eat at my feet and hug the walls in search

Teardrops fall Into streets as the people stare walking to their days Hanging foxes by their stales waiting for the guillotine man Why do we continue to eat stale bread?  Not caring for the freshly ones, throwing it off a cliff like it was discarded years ago.   I have found something new in you. A piece of me I lost and left behind.   If I could see you I am sure you would wear it proud like the letter A Leaving the forests to bow in your wake, letting the trees bend to sweep the path in front of you. Please take up this new path for fear of it. Perhaps failure is a better motive than my words have ever been But this is sure and su

The forest calls, dark and unaware, it's conciousness meets mine and immediately I answer it's cry. It's cold and dark, but I welcome the darkness, may it overtake the light and cover the sun. Fear the night but I will welcome it, fear the blackness but I will call it home. Darkness, entrance me, make me your king, and I will rule with a fist of sorrow. Poetry as my right hand and crumpled memories, burned as ash as my left. The forest calls, and I will answer it's cry.

If but life were as a gentle breeze A simple thing; something we could talk about at night and contemplate with the setting sun. Do we not all wish to be as doves? Heavy as our thoughts, weighed by feathers Free to fly and free to speak A featherweight though fit to the sea Pieces all about my head, straight in ways Sorrow fills my heart and my share is filled While children cry into jars and put them away Maybe for another brighter day This is a feather and I am the night Take me down from the noose, my neck is sore And how I wish to adore my love But alas I am broken, and understand I see a way but the path is dim See me he