Sshhh, silence echoes
What a thought, shooting star
Catch it, light it on fire and set it free
Dancing in circles, surround by watchers
A separation between space and time, thought.
In the beginning was an idea. And we Dance.
The darkness in man has been let free, not like you have seen in the movies of old, so I’ve been told stories use to have pictures moving.
The world is cold to the touch, what can grow here? A fire surrounds the wanders, where can we go? No one knows why man fell but we are here now.
Surviving this deserted garden. Turn and be eaten, eat and be turned. Ill forgotten, lost in plain sight; a child still wonders. *smile*
The only yesterdays we remember, running, fighting, freezing in fire, the water is on fire, eat what a goal maybe tomorrow.
Fighting striving for that next breath, not to be on top just to have enough to wake up. Do it all again, ready or not
fire consuming the man himself. Pick your desire, worst than animals we’ve become.
In this last note I write a civilized cry. A memory lost, a dream, maybe even hope. A poem lost to time. A language gone.
I will wake tomorrow, but tomorrow I will be gone.
Understand, if found, pure thought can be sung-song, writ-poem, numbers rule the universe, All Around you death, there is art in hateful sorrow.
Respect the Strugggle
*Always find a reason to SMILE*
