coexistence: and the past that follows before it

where were we when the time has ended? the rivers wash away the green in our hair. remember when there was a lost of light in the air? dripped whispers yell for a cry, only to be scared. following us through the window, they stuttered as they remembered, "we dont really belong here." as the flowers bloom in spring time, the winter begins with an unhappy ending, i trouble my words as i try to speak, i sometimes choke the life out of me. for a second i thought we were free, the light has finally come back to rescue our seas. waves of enlightenment fall from the skies as i forget that time cant possibly fly. as i watch neck deep of the world swallowing the trees, the rivers turn to ash forgotten all else wont last.

i see the angels in the sky as they watch us. little did i know that their waiting for us. like "captains in the sky directing traffic" i wish providence but i get redemption. just when this world has killed itself, there is just a few of us willing to survive. but we cry in apathy, when finally, nothing else is free. and sadness soaks the earth. we wonder, whats life really worth?

I, World: giants finding ways to keep us in

this must be something not worth giving a rest. the story that shook the world. i stirred in a new beginning, as the storm watched over us. the sky falls from the heavens. the starved nation in fear. we watch as we go extinct to our own kind.

shipwrecked at dock: all valleys capsized in the undertow

if i am dead. then sever the insanity for those who are not willing to speak. i am the creator and the great manipulator. "revenge is filled with all kinds of treasures." remember that forever has died long ago. and the past repeats itself over and over again. we were born for reasons we dont know why. so i changed this theory of life. and surprise myself once again. "i am that i am." ill create what my mind has projected me to. so settle down. your not alone anymore. i have the roses and horses picked out for you. your lions are well kept in a cage of suffering. if any questions come across, you have come too late. in this new world that has been introduced to you. try to struggle and understand, the roots of this earth are just fingers reaching for the core. and all evil blossoms to the sky. there are just a few of us alive, more if the search continues. if i am dead before you reach this message. carry out the unthinkable. just burn every fucking town there is. the fortress is rock burden with hate. that could only be destroyed with love and faith.

mourning: aside from ignorance. all else is bliss

will the burning trees please fall down. ive been standing seven-teen miles from the sun. without a worry or a badge. shadows sit high in the sky. take my body. mislead to fortune, to only find surrender. an excuse for torture, brought down to disaster. from the depths of the waters, she threw a wish, thrown down to ashes, our skies were set on fire. a war waged from miles, divided from all sides, corner us to the end of existence, we arrive from the weakness. i threw down my sword, moved by the dead. all tears and pain cried out. we all held hands. as we saw "Jesus wept."

a place on earth where solders become kings

My feet hit the concrete, not even a second after I felt freer then I was now. Six hours left of sunlight, times running out. Speeding through in and out of traffic the wind brushes against my cheeks like a warm welcoming with a calm cold resistant. Everyone knows why their here, everyone knows what their doing this for. Not a face goes by without a look that’s unfamiliar; we’re all friends in the same place. Two white speakers the size of my pinky tips hug my ear holes. Suddenly I’m in my own place, my own world, leaving me alone.With every trick I do, every grind or spin, backwards or front wards, we are one. A wooden board with wheels attached to it, where not going anywhere this time. Out of breath, no time for breathing, my lungs panic as my heart beats itself out, I’m tired but I’m not going home. In a purple haze color, the sun began to set, mixed in with the clouds to form a grey and white skyline on a black night; a moon escapes, to give us light. We laugh, as Mother Nature tries to send us home, but we’re not going anywhere. For all I know she’s just running her course as well as we’re riding all over hers.Bodies of many young human species finally leave at this time of night, and I finally now see my breath. I’m the only one who’s here, legs tired, still out of breath. Glancing around at least one more time to see all that I have done, one look at the moon just to see it tomorrow night. The air was cold crisp and tight running through my lungs, inhale, exhale. A detective would not be able to find me for days if I decided to stay here, so paint my body in chalk outlines. I’m all set, all pumped to go, another minute of time has gone by, I’m not tired but sleeping quicker will come for a better tomorrow. Those white small speakers exited my ears, and I feel myself drowning as I’m being pulled back into this political existence, we call humanity. Mother Nature wins and the Kings have somewhere to sleep tonight.

the dream machine: resurrecting the unforgettable strength

these are the sounds of the missiles sleeping in the ground. the world painted black going off the rails on a locomotive. four thousand ways to retreat. never stop to see the risk it has led. all words going blank, as empty thoughts run out of time. crooked messages fall in collapse, the sound of burning buildings relapse over and over again. when the breath of leaves fall to a heart in the street. tasting our lungs has never been so sweet. our father has landed on this plain. all faces are long in the night. and we believe no one ever hears us in the night. when a thousand angels see us, and cry. all legs running in opposite directions we lose sight of which way to go. sleeping with sidewalks over my chest just praying.

"please stop walking over me. my legs cant take much more of this!"

all words turn to stone and fall. nothing alive ever seems long enough to live. we try to forget the past. but it gets harder as it repeats itself over and over again. i see an old man dripping with sorrow and his hands folded. hiding his life, he does it very well. a thought escapes his mind, and i catch it in the air. dripping with tears, i see his heart flooding in this ceremony. make no doubt about it. some people would rather die then to give up what they've been holding onto. that alone justifies that there is more to life then this. and i cant get pass this. stretch marks on my eyes, scars lead to testify, ive been swallowing the wrong seed all along. all planets eclipsed around us. someone add some color to this. remember the fever that we left. i get too scared. too scared that one day i will not wake up. then when i do. ill realize the only person alive is me.

in dreams... street lights flicker like time bombs to the end of this city. drum beats perfectly aligned with mankinds heart beat.

we surrender our fate. we are finally drowning in the arms of machines.

"children weep."

the victory queen

flowers cut to a thin line. the roots held tight with mechanical wires. as the sun reigns the air raid sirens, the bombs were cut to thin out each design. im choked as i wish this never happened to me. with our hearts torn to ashes, vague is the color written on this photograph. fires found fourth at the end of every street. speaking trees talk in the breeze as their burned because of love and death. how could this be that in our minds we were never free. all wires tripped with casualties. from a thousand eyes no one would even do a thing. we were drinking while we were dying. kerosene filled flowers planted at the graveyards. there was no time to celebrate because each victory was a minor improvement. from the skys that turned to waves, the bombs fell at each parade setting all hearts ablaze. she sings to the sounds of gunfire and the drums will beat harder. when everything is burnt she will be the only one left singing and dancing. the enemy builds flags for riots and the glares from our eyes. her lips kiss the fire. she lights all the torches around us. singing "we can win this one out, we'll light all the fires, burn the streets with laughter, they will die in their sleeps and the morning wont come. because ive seen the end of the world. its almost as pretty as death. when we all can sing."

street wise: motivation in progression of moving buildings

salt the earth with diamonds, taste the true rich of destruction. as tragedy takes place all across the empty faces marked for death. murder is the only punishment to come out clean, if failed, revenge is the best spice for this meal. all instincts of mammals come clean eventually. progression in the art form of man, as the minds grow dim in a leak out light. the blood from all of the angry eyes drips to the ground. and soaks the earth. casket, clean casket. in the human mind. everything that is meant to stay locked up and hid away for treasure. isn't always found that way when its lost forever.

preparing for the decay: we are drowning where our bones will forever lay

born to this religious crusade, built on love and faith. still i dont feel awake. all of the lives ive slain to the art of pain. the blood lingers in my veins and drys out my heart. not enough water in my eyes to help make my point stay alive. below the dirt and above the sunrise. im changing dramatically from a world so hollow that it gets a hold of me, and its hard for me to swallow. all i seem to see has forgotten all about me. dreaming of a place where life hasnt changed, is the latest trick ive learned to do. how many shadows have you seen explain their life to you and their dreams? all of the ghosts in a town called Hope, guiding you as you walk all alone. dripping with sweat thinking "my god when will this end?" holding onto something that seems so true. a fairy tale that you once knew. but the nightmares lurk behind us as The Machines rise above us. before the storms cast shadows over the sun, "no more light, all hope is gone." turning our heads against the light. how many of you believe we will survive the night? trust the ending and change the beginning. tomorrow may define the future for our sorrow. this is my calling and i cant go on any longer. these angels wont go on falling. and i know, that there is no reason for this. ive been eating glass to avoid the truth. im wasting time with myself. my fingers are bent back. the tide touching the sky, a symphony of bliss to an understanding of this. when the moon falls, and brings the clouds down with it. i will see the angels fly with the birds as i go on believing. that this world was never really meant for the taking. and ive wasted all of my time thinking that the blood wasted on this crash. will come back for me in the end to claim my life again. just as death grabs my hand that is when i understand. that death is now my only friend.

a moderate ending: planting roses in heaven

in caged lungs, too much of a panic to let loose on the run. stuffed with guilt, sorrow, rage. the world is better off on a plate. the roof of our sky breaks, and shatters over us. as the world comes crashing down, everyone panics before they begin the run. never stuttered greatly for the dead abortions of crying babies. whats the means of this attempt, too many dogs witnessing this attack. while demons controlling the streets violently taking women, girls hostage lately. some of us witnessing this daily, with no screams to reach the streets oh so quietly. its no wonder the world wants to give up loudly. throw down our weapons, "here... take this life from me. i dont deserve to live, this life is too much, i forgot how to forgive." changing our minds, thinking it will help keep us alive. when everyones wishing "that this world never gave..." when more and more we are digging the world a grave. how come others cant see, this could be effecting the way that we breathe. choking painfully on the thoughts of everyone going crazy. chaos in our minds, war on the streets. i watch as i cant believe that this world is bleeding because of me. making me sick to my stomach, but im suffered as i try to form a distance. too many leaders, not one can make a difference. i missed the point long ago. "the war is over son we can all go home." when really there was another battle to be won. only this time it kills you in the long run. we wait patiently for the time of our death. all clocks around us ticking down till our last breath. clenching the hands of the ones we love, a thought breaks out "ive won the battle, ive found that dove." we say our good-byes and move on above. then the caption of our lives becomes clear. we were put on this earth to conquer love and fear.