I am...

My eyes are burning with the desire felt but once before. I float through a valley walked by many but remebered by few. Their footsteps echo with the daunting sound of my imminant demise. Soon the sensation will leave me, yet my mind keeps my thoughts burned in my head. I am not lost but awakened to the greater sense of meaning burning before me. Those who judge are left only with the satisfaction empty sensation that they are better than me. But I can see more clearly, as if the smoke let down the curtain to a hidden mirror. I see my reflection and realize it has changed more than I care to know. I am simply a shell of who I was and what I believed in. No matter where I go from here, I carry these scares forever. I am no longer a pillar of confidence and knowledge, but a man who cringes at the thought of time and death. I am a lost soul, bound by faith, yet driven by the unknown. I am...nothing more than a man of the world who wishes to prove he can sit atop the milkey way and rule with a fist of dust. For that is all we really are, dust in a cosmic universe.

STW

my other name

I see things differently,
that others may see clearly.
I see things repeatedly,
so i begin to fear thee.

Are these signs important,
or should i pay no mind.
This cannot be happening,
it's not my time.

Gasping for breathe,
from the horrifying scene.
I'm in dire need of oxygen,
Tis the only thing i feen.

This plot is still occurring,
like a scratched compacted disc.
My head is on a lose swivle turning,
I am begining to feel sick.

This noise crescendos,
deep within my brain.
I know now im losing it,
I cant even remember my other name.

I see thing differently,
that others may see clearly.
These things keep repeating,
so I begin to fear thee.

thankful

this situation is sticky,
so is your hair.
what if we have to cut it,
oh what a SCARE.

i have no recollection
of that past event occuring.
but in the background
i see a pirate with scurvy.

fallen to his knees
he crutches on his sword.
behind him a gnarly wave arises
and he becomes decaptedted by a board.

talk about a bad day
how much worse could it get,
maybe as bad as pete rose's
addiction got to bet.

i have no recollection
of that past event occuring.
but in the background
i see a pirate with scurvy.

now lifeless and wet,
the pirate is off somewhere he will want to stay
and when he looks back,
he will be glad he had that day.