For You Whoever You Will Be

I had a really unique experience yesterday. Or yesternight to be precise. I was in a bar and understandably sozzled. I met a girl there. She excited me beyond anyone I have ever been excited by. For those 3 hours I was there, everything else but her ceased. I wrote this for her. This is the unedited version. I've never done something like this before. Nor will I do it again. Perhaps.







Inexpressible as it is I'm drawn to you

I see myself in fields of green because that's what this reality represents

I don't know why I feel the way I do

I don't understand what makes me so

Makes me think of places I want to go

With you

With places I want to explore

Within myself

I want to know

Why?

Space

I don't know where I'm going. Or why I'm going. I do know how though. Logic devoid of reason is Chaos. All the more so because it wears a cloak of Order.


Space
Erasing the lines across your face
Across the trail left by the things left unsaid
What you cannot erase shall cease anyway
And build up and destroy its own
Space

Space
Its a testament to unreality
Because only that exists what we see
Everything that exists is so because we
Dream it up in our own pseudo-rationality
Not realizing that we're rationalizing
Until infinity
Swallows and is swallowed by
Space

Space
Like a snake
Eating its own tail
Going round in a circle
And in its own destruction it sustains
Itself mindlessly
There is no time if there is no
Space

Space
Is a shadow
Of what doesn't exist
In not-being it is-not
And thus is the anti
And in the anti it is
As a mirror of what is
And what will be
Is in the anti not-is
And never-be
Like infinite spirals in
Space

Fade to Perfection

Fade
Erase the mistakes you made
When it's all gone you remember
You have nothing to trade
For you have nothing else
To swap but the emptiness
That fills you

Do you want to be hollow?
It's the only way
To be perfect because all is erased
And in the fires of regret
The fanning winds of change
Have scoured and abraded away
Everything imperfectly you
Once were remains only
In the way you
Fade

Die

Would you like it when a thousand knives
Invade your dull, colourless, tasteless lives?
What would you know of pleasures
Hidden in passion or longing?
You who live in search of meaning
Without knowing what you seek
You make a pantomime
Out of a tragedy
And end up living out
A role in the eternal comedy.
Fools die.

Why do we live?

We are the air
We are the sound
Inside our minds
We live a thousand lives
And die a million times
Chasing our dreams
We forget it is the dream
And not the chase
That we are seeking

Inside our minds
We seek the light
Of a smile
From ourselves
Yet we run away
And die often
Before we face
What we fear the most
In ourselves
Is ourself
Self
But we are the sound
And the air
Self

Boredom

I feel bogged down
Among the swamps
Of controlled orderly thought
Is it age that drives me?
Or conformity that guides me?
Or the chaos of boredom
Disordered and bereft of reason
To be bored is to have ONE line
Of thought defined
To be bored is to know nothing
But an eternal gnawing
Inside the mind
To be bored is to see
With jaundice-ridden eyes
The bitter pain of living
With a limited body
Housing a limitless mind
To be bored is to die
A thousand deaths
To live and yet not
To see and yet not
To question the relevance
Of each breath taken
To lie asleep and hope
Never to awaken
To be bored is death

Sea of the Living

Bumping and tumbling
To the rhythm on deck
As we swing and sway
To the rhythm of the Sea
Salty are my eyes
Swept by the wind
That blows towards virgin lands
And from stale shores left behind
A shooting star races the rain down
As I make a wish to see ahead
We all go forward and look behind
And hear tales carried
By the sweet breeze laden
With the moisture of the Sea
The winds are blowing
And the waves are flowing
As the Sea carries me on
Away from the lands
Where I began and now
 To them we are gone
And we have moved on
To other lands and distant shores
Only the wind runs to and fro
As it sees stories embedded
In the foaming waves carried on
Yet to those left behind
And to those who await alike
We are gone
And we have moved on
Or they are gone....

Out of sight is out of mind...