There was a glass
and there was a drill
I used the drill to drill a hole in the glass
when I pulled out the drill
that I used to drill the hole in the glass with
out of the glass
water came out of the glass
from the hole in the glass
that I drilled

You may not understand this
this maybe above your concept of thinking
but the question remains…

Why are you touching me?

enter
space
back
space
tab
lock

onto the fledging blue I stroke
and into the bulging purple I choke
on the sand that is in my throat

shift and shine
as I try to find
the reason for the reason
but there is no one to talk to
here

I sit on the beach and watch the sun go down
and wonder

enter into the space
step back into the space
then lock yourself into the space
it is shimmering inside of your skull

brain damage instant foil
pockets of must
into the captured frown
and I think maybe
I ran out of steam

but I keep going on
and on

all about nothing
looking for the reason
and that purple sight
that maybe will be
repeated

so as I walk
down this road full of concrete
I slow down just a bit
to overlook the statue of man

a dream one may pursue
a hope one might have
a purpose one wants
a realization that all is lost

in the folds of hyper context and ruin
a small spark starts up
an enormous rain
that pours from the ground
and drowns
the surface

reading too much into it
one gets lost in the waves
waiting for hope
waiting for nothing

standing like a statue will get you
nowhere
while searching and searching
will get you
a little farther
and running like a madman will get you
round around circle

pacing events twofold in a cellular construct
opening the doors and not letting them shut
walking through
and not looking back
striding with confidence
full of known knowledge
breathing calmly
staring into eyes
not flinching at the fires
speaking what needs to be spoken
but only when necessary
no fault
no doubt
forever in debt
to no one

dream on, oh dreamer of worlds
dreamer of futures
dreamer of dreams yet to be dreamt

know that there is hope
there is purpose
all is not lost
as long as you do not let it slip
away

a redemption withered away in the night sky
giving way to the dawn break
a splash of red orange
shadowing the dawn break
into this you try so hard to see
what it is that you want to change
but the more you try
the more you try
the more you want to give up

but wait
there is more
just beyond
what you are looking at
you see in the distance
a white light shrouded
just around a corner
and you run towards it

a false spectrum of memory
you crash into yourself
then you awake in a place of mammoth possibilities
but with all of that potential at your finger tips
you throw it all away
for instant gratification

you stumble down a rose hill
and fall ever so hard into a bush of thorns
the blood trickles down your face
what is this crown you have worn
upon your brow
are you divine now
have you ascended
are you going to save us all
from ourselves

how can you posturize
the false king of humanity
will you guide us into the light
or push us back into obscurity
are your intentions true
have you forgotten your own sins
maybe it is us
who should forgive you

but you don’t care as you run along
shouting revelations to all who will listen
and your congregation follows you
whispered untruths fill your cup
and you laugh along with the hymns
and praise yourself
with a scratched throat

but are you him
are you even you
do you know what this means
what are you trying to prove
with your fake accent
and fake miracles
your stupid face is covered in words of blood
anyone who can read knows what you really are

lost

in your own fading momentum

passing through moments of time
cementing yourself for the fall
of a lifetime
you don’t know your own setup
but you play the role well
and soon it will come to pass
and soon it shall be
one day you will look up
and you shall see

a void of uncompromising light
sucking you in
then spitting you out
as you fall

                you will know

just what you have wasted
but it will be too late
for you
  for me
    for us all

and the core exploded with an intense sound that echoed
throughout the entire sphere
and no one ever knew why
just why
the explosion took place
as they ran and skittered across the surface
and lost themselves in the fires

but there was no real reason
it just had to happen
that was the will of it all
for this to hurt and pain forgiven and suffering forgotten nevermore

so they lapsed into a non-reason mentality and lost themselves in the shovel
and the pail and the oceans were no help for the fire burned high
walking down the river bank was safe
until the water boiled their skin off
what then shall be done as the precursor spoke to the ones who were labeled insane
such a little desire to be free
shackled to a wall of flame
but so what
what of it
and where was the end at
where was the rain at now

the clouds left the place and the sun was choked by the smoke
oh no
they all wandered in the almost darkness
not quite because the fire illuminated
it was a full fledged apparition of truths that they did not want to believe
so they ignored it and got lost in the flame

passing through into an ingenious apparition of an apparatus
they got lost once more in the truth
oh so far from them was it all
lost in the silky waves of flame

so what was left for them to do
but to pass on through
and never learn anything
and repeat it again and again
over and over they went though
and over and over they learned nothing
so their skin was charred
so what?
they didn’t care

and soon nothing but a pile of charred bones remained
and they never knew why
they never questioned enough
so now they were just lost
and never could find the correct path
and the super digestible madness of spring accustomed to the falling rains left them wanting
so they cried
but no tears came
not a single tear

and the little black charred remains were built up into a house for the soothsayers to revel in madness
so they build it up over the smoke
up to the sun
only to have it tumble down on them
as they looked up
up further into the sky
for a reason why
forsaken as they were
why they were left
here on this world
but all that came was a quake
they all fell
it toppled down
crushed in the remains
breath taken away
for those who were left
all they could do was cry
but no tears came
not a single tear