constantly
like an elevator ride
from heaven to hell
and back again.
repetitive and never ending
a boring existence
the same scenery
the same memories
the same everything.
forgetting your name;
forgetting your name
lost, slipped out of the mind
possibly forever gone.
maybe it wasn't important anyway.
concentration is overrated;
concentration is overrated
it is something obviously absent
in my own complex mind.
mumbo jumbo
it's all that is being read
nothing making any sense
even though research as proven it so.
distractions abounding
creeping out from every corner
determined to draw the mind
away from the task
most desperately required at hand.
go away, go away
focus, focus
this has to be done.
faces of the past;
like crystals
they glisten in the sunlight
bouncing off jovial rays
of multicolored lights
miniature rainbows.
these are the faces of the past
those who we have met
and those who we cannot remember.
and still they are with us
always watching
always looming over our shoulders
seeing what we see
thinking what we think.
we never know their names
we cannot remember their voices
but still they speak to us
not through words
but through the heart.
prepackaged;
go to the store, he said
and pick me up a bottle
of happiness
i hope they haven't run out.
a world devoid of natural feelings
black and white emotions
and any deviation
they have to pay for it.
wanting a one night stand?
an ounce of lust and some condoms
will do the trick
plus a willing partner.
feeling a little under the weather?
nothing better than a revitalizing cocktail
of happiness and hope
to brighten the days
(oh, no color there either).
outsiders view this mysterious world
how is it that these people live?
having no direction of their own
everything prepackaged and convenient.
it's not the way
life should be lived.
and pick me up a bottle
of happiness
i hope they haven't run out.
a world devoid of natural feelings
black and white emotions
and any deviation
they have to pay for it.
wanting a one night stand?
an ounce of lust and some condoms
will do the trick
plus a willing partner.
feeling a little under the weather?
nothing better than a revitalizing cocktail
of happiness and hope
to brighten the days
(oh, no color there either).
outsiders view this mysterious world
how is it that these people live?
having no direction of their own
everything prepackaged and convenient.
it's not the way
life should be lived.
dandelion seeds;
close your eyes
make a wish
and blow the seeds away.
fragments of your thought
they carry it across
who listens to these dreams
who will grant your wish?
some are scattered and lost
others merrily float
oblivious to its surroundings
fulfilling its one and only purpose.
dandelion seeds
magical rituals
who will they reach?
make a wish
and blow the seeds away.
fragments of your thought
they carry it across
who listens to these dreams
who will grant your wish?
some are scattered and lost
others merrily float
oblivious to its surroundings
fulfilling its one and only purpose.
dandelion seeds
magical rituals
who will they reach?
autumn trails;
walk along autumn trails
steps clouded in light fog
leaves falling like snow
barely brushing upon the shoulders.
the crisp cool breeze
not too hot, not too cold
just right, said goldilocks.
a quiet place to contemplate
of whatever swims in the mind.
little critters and creatures
twittering and fluttering
a musical symphony accompaniment
to the rusting of shivering trees.
an earth trodden path
walked upon many, many times
seeing many, many individuals
each with their own story.
and now it is our turn
what mark will we leave?
steps clouded in light fog
leaves falling like snow
barely brushing upon the shoulders.
the crisp cool breeze
not too hot, not too cold
just right, said goldilocks.
a quiet place to contemplate
of whatever swims in the mind.
little critters and creatures
twittering and fluttering
a musical symphony accompaniment
to the rusting of shivering trees.
an earth trodden path
walked upon many, many times
seeing many, many individuals
each with their own story.
and now it is our turn
what mark will we leave?
little red balloon;
little red balloon
floating up in the sky
free and unhindered
unwilling released.
little red balloon
not helium filled
but with childhood memories
times far in the past
little specks of grain
glistening in morning sunlight.
hopes and dreams for the future unseen
precariously spanning the world
up, up, up it goes
higher and higher and higher.
whose little red balloon
is floating in the sky
catching the breeze for a faster ride
telescoping all below.
whose little red balloon
is far out of grasp
containing everything dear
the foundations of their life.
who else sees this little red balloon
baring to all like a birthday suit
no confines or covers
with which to shield itself.
little red balloon
where will you go?
little red balloon
when you pop
what will your memories be?
floating up in the sky
free and unhindered
unwilling released.
little red balloon
not helium filled
but with childhood memories
times far in the past
little specks of grain
glistening in morning sunlight.
hopes and dreams for the future unseen
precariously spanning the world
up, up, up it goes
higher and higher and higher.
whose little red balloon
is floating in the sky
catching the breeze for a faster ride
telescoping all below.
whose little red balloon
is far out of grasp
containing everything dear
the foundations of their life.
who else sees this little red balloon
baring to all like a birthday suit
no confines or covers
with which to shield itself.
little red balloon
where will you go?
little red balloon
when you pop
what will your memories be?
it was all in our mind;
it was me and it was you
we took a look at the view
and said
let's get away from here
and so we decided to take flight
floating above mountain skies
up so very high
up so very high
but we
never fell down from where we were
and we
could forget the things
that never mattered anyway
and so we decided to take flight
soaring above the sea so blue
we can almost taste the sight
of salty water grains
from here to there
we cyber-jumped from every point
taking in what we only read in books
our own fairy tale
and in the end we opened our eyes
to see that we didn't actually move
it was all in our mind
it was all in our mind.
we took a look at the view
and said
let's get away from here
and so we decided to take flight
floating above mountain skies
up so very high
up so very high
but we
never fell down from where we were
and we
could forget the things
that never mattered anyway
and so we decided to take flight
soaring above the sea so blue
we can almost taste the sight
of salty water grains
from here to there
we cyber-jumped from every point
taking in what we only read in books
our own fairy tale
and in the end we opened our eyes
to see that we didn't actually move
it was all in our mind
it was all in our mind.
god;
god
i used to believe in you
and then i didn't for a long time.
but now i am hanging in limbo.
i don't know who you are yet
i am slowly figuring it out
but i still have my doubts.
when in desperation
i call out to you
when i need someone to talk to
i seek you out.
but i still can't work it.
my mind and heart are at a cross-section
a fork in the road, if you will.
from a purely science point-of-view
you cannot possibly exist
as all phenomena can be evaluated
in black and white.
natural disasters do not befall humanity
because of a god's anger and displeasure.
it can be explained in scientific terms.
and let's not get started
on how old the earth is.
but from a spiritual standpoint
someone has to exist.
but there are many religions to choose from
and the question is, which is the right one?
aren't they all right, if only to have something to believe?
and if we are the product of a higher being
and we carry out their will
doesn't my indecision and uncertainty
stem from said higher being?
and wouldn't it mean
that atheists are atheists
because god made them so?
as you can see, god
whoever you may be
whatever you may be
this has made me run around in circles
my thoughts jumbled and in disarray
in trying to decipher the hieroglyphics.
but in the end
it is my own choice
as to who i believe you to be.
would it be wrong for me to make you up
and to mold you into how i think god should be?
or is that itself heresy
and must i pick one and only one
to base my faith upon that alone?
i do not know what to do
you really can be confusing.
i used to believe in you
and then i didn't for a long time.
but now i am hanging in limbo.
i don't know who you are yet
i am slowly figuring it out
but i still have my doubts.
when in desperation
i call out to you
when i need someone to talk to
i seek you out.
but i still can't work it.
my mind and heart are at a cross-section
a fork in the road, if you will.
from a purely science point-of-view
you cannot possibly exist
as all phenomena can be evaluated
in black and white.
natural disasters do not befall humanity
because of a god's anger and displeasure.
it can be explained in scientific terms.
and let's not get started
on how old the earth is.
but from a spiritual standpoint
someone has to exist.
but there are many religions to choose from
and the question is, which is the right one?
aren't they all right, if only to have something to believe?
and if we are the product of a higher being
and we carry out their will
doesn't my indecision and uncertainty
stem from said higher being?
and wouldn't it mean
that atheists are atheists
because god made them so?
as you can see, god
whoever you may be
whatever you may be
this has made me run around in circles
my thoughts jumbled and in disarray
in trying to decipher the hieroglyphics.
but in the end
it is my own choice
as to who i believe you to be.
would it be wrong for me to make you up
and to mold you into how i think god should be?
or is that itself heresy
and must i pick one and only one
to base my faith upon that alone?
i do not know what to do
you really can be confusing.
look around at the world;
look around at the world
so vast the landscape is
topped with ice-capped mountains
and deep bottomless seas.
mountain ranges have had fifty million years to develop
and us, our human life-span stretches only seventy four years.
what does that make us?
we believe to rule the world
superior to any other living creature
which walks the planet.
the world is for our taking
and we relentlessly plow her resources
draining every last drop
until there is nothing left.
earth, before it was called earth
was around for many, many years
infinity is seems
compared to time as we know it.
history has made a mark
sometimes remembered, other times not.
but still, even that goes back
only a few seconds.
how insignificant our lives must be
in the eyes of the sun.
does the earth laugh at great discoveries
we appear to make?
it can all be gone in one-split-second
and all can be lost.
maybe earth has a plan for us
to exterminate the species that threaten her core.
a lonely little parasite that might be our demise
or a treacherous storm to drown us all.
and maybe after we are long gone
when all technology and destruction comes to a halt
earth will begin to rebuild itself
to foster that beautiful landscape we haphazardly destroyed
and renew its gloriousness.
and will we be allowed back, after another few million years pass?
or will we be completely lost in time
never again to come to existence?
maybe perhaps we will.
maybe we have already come back from eons before.
maybe this is a never ending cycle.
and maybe history will continue to repeat itself
over and over again.
so vast the landscape is
topped with ice-capped mountains
and deep bottomless seas.
mountain ranges have had fifty million years to develop
and us, our human life-span stretches only seventy four years.
what does that make us?
we believe to rule the world
superior to any other living creature
which walks the planet.
the world is for our taking
and we relentlessly plow her resources
draining every last drop
until there is nothing left.
earth, before it was called earth
was around for many, many years
infinity is seems
compared to time as we know it.
history has made a mark
sometimes remembered, other times not.
but still, even that goes back
only a few seconds.
how insignificant our lives must be
in the eyes of the sun.
does the earth laugh at great discoveries
we appear to make?
it can all be gone in one-split-second
and all can be lost.
maybe earth has a plan for us
to exterminate the species that threaten her core.
a lonely little parasite that might be our demise
or a treacherous storm to drown us all.
and maybe after we are long gone
when all technology and destruction comes to a halt
earth will begin to rebuild itself
to foster that beautiful landscape we haphazardly destroyed
and renew its gloriousness.
and will we be allowed back, after another few million years pass?
or will we be completely lost in time
never again to come to existence?
maybe perhaps we will.
maybe we have already come back from eons before.
maybe this is a never ending cycle.
and maybe history will continue to repeat itself
over and over again.
the sun, it rises;
the sun, it rises
the same way it has
for many, many years
except for rainy mornings
with the dark clouds taking
the spotlight.
it is an ever constant presence
look up to the sky
and you will always find it.
even in the dark of night
the stars still glow brightly
the lighthouse to empty seas.
magnificent and brilliantly gigantic
in comparison to our small planet
but from afar and in solitude
it is a massive sphere of fire.
but still, even when the world is devoid of life
the sun will still make it marks
to announce the arrival of dawn
over and over again.
the same way it has
for many, many years
except for rainy mornings
with the dark clouds taking
the spotlight.
it is an ever constant presence
look up to the sky
and you will always find it.
even in the dark of night
the stars still glow brightly
the lighthouse to empty seas.
magnificent and brilliantly gigantic
in comparison to our small planet
but from afar and in solitude
it is a massive sphere of fire.
but still, even when the world is devoid of life
the sun will still make it marks
to announce the arrival of dawn
over and over again.
hold on strong;
hold on strong
it is all that you can do now
even when the world around you
crumbles to the ground.
evil lurks behind every corner
it watches the steps you take
and the dreams you make
infiltrating them to frighten you
and to make you succumb to its clutches.
you must always be on your guard
never let it falter
it may be the last thing you do
before you are taken over.
the light burns dimly
grows ever so slowly
but surely brightening
until it becomes a beacon of hope
a shining future to encapsulate
and shield the world
from those who live to harm.
let your heart grow stronger
and you can surpass the darkest of omens
to arise victorious
and end the black age of fear.
it is all that you can do now
even when the world around you
crumbles to the ground.
evil lurks behind every corner
it watches the steps you take
and the dreams you make
infiltrating them to frighten you
and to make you succumb to its clutches.
you must always be on your guard
never let it falter
it may be the last thing you do
before you are taken over.
the light burns dimly
grows ever so slowly
but surely brightening
until it becomes a beacon of hope
a shining future to encapsulate
and shield the world
from those who live to harm.
let your heart grow stronger
and you can surpass the darkest of omens
to arise victorious
and end the black age of fear.
expendable life;
expendable life
no, there is no such thing.
each is precious
and worth the world to someone.
they are the apple of someone's eye
their hearts beat just as strong.
they should never be forgotten
especially by those who love them
even if the rest of the world fails to see.
show respect and be courteous
they are just like us.
no, there is no such thing.
each is precious
and worth the world to someone.
they are the apple of someone's eye
their hearts beat just as strong.
they should never be forgotten
especially by those who love them
even if the rest of the world fails to see.
show respect and be courteous
they are just like us.
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