The void is almost filled But their isn't enough starlight left To fill the crescent shaped crack tha remains So as we begin to slip through Into memories of days and night past WE realize that there's really nothing to be found Hidden under the thoughtless ramblings And brimstone orgasms of our past lives And now we are, at one with the moon, getting closer To discovering the orignins Of hope love and maybe even earth Dig deeper oh ye pretty claws As we are naked as the stormy night We realize thatwe just are and need no reason why The angel walked by me Spread her pretty wings Bent over Picked up her halo And never even noticed me The dim light shines through the old black door into the darkening room Brilliantly radiating the scene with Van Gogh's spirit I sit, or fly, I don't really know, but I'm left breathless The old man keep talking Proud Histories Bullshit religions A light surrounds him and begins to seep into his skull He stutters Stops Falls back in his chair Shakes Explodes... Seriously man, I'm not kidding A misty haze of red surrounds me I cant breath i don't have to It's like water But I'm not wet I'm swimming...Maybe flying... Or maybe I just have my head on my desk With the old man beind me My eyes closed My soul being cleansed in another place Other than here Deadend dreaming Away into the sunny blue and purple sky Hello there Zeus, Nice to meet you With Aphrodite's arms around my heart I become one With lucidity I like it here I think I'll stay I'm standing alone in a field of religions Satanic birds fly above my head Little, stupid Christian insects crawl aimlessly to their deaths And the Wiccan stars shine brightly above all else The hunter kills the birds with his rightwing bullets The insects are smashed with my unbelieving foot Stars can never fade away So as they shimmer around an athiest moon I fall to the ground And die I have always wondered about the afterlife I would tell you about it But... I'm dead And thee words are just the voices in your head Trying to ask you what you believe Not your condesending mother Fertile cresents of shining full moons Send their rays into my simple body And their poisons through my heart and soul Enlightening me about my very existance I am free as a lea spinning to arth i can't scream I am far too pure As it warps out of my bosy and back to the sky The sunrise filters my hands Causing them to tremble and shake I am Alphaand Omega Without me you are nothing And I think the power is killing me My stereo pumps out Party anthems and suicidal tales of pain Foreshadowings of Kurt's suicide And of sugar Ray's disintegration to pop Crank it up! The freeflowing bodues dance around Louder! Don't cover your ears Louder now!Even still!! We can take it we're MEN LOUDER!!!!!!! And then there was nothing As our limitations collided with our expectations And we withered away Like Jim,Janis,and Jimi Free to play with the clouds I'm on top of a lucid mountain Pissing on your lucid graves If I had a wish I'd wish one thing: That you and all your macho friends would slowly yet steadsily die Really, not lucidly Sylvia Plath I hear your suicide stained voice Coming from the pits of Hell up to my dreams Talk to me
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