Fulfilled

'Twas but a kiss disguised as a bite.
Cast upon me in the depths of twilight.
A scent of romance in the trance.
Chemical harmonies of flesh symphonies.

The wicked shit everyone in this country lets its leaders get away with is FUCKIN DISGUSTING! ABSOLUTELY APPAULING!!

With intent deceit we meet again.
We congregate and contemplate on plans of domination.
We rain the stations with our tribulations.
As we buy our way to the top of the nation.

Consider this:

We take our place in this twisting space.
We find ways to make each other uncomfortable.
We school our siblings with belated beliefs and forgotten philosophies.

The elevator stopped.
Got me thinking, how the hell did we grow into this?
Consumed by consumers.
Battling nature with electricity, shocked when she wins in the end.

What is this, this purple day?
Caught in the infinites of time.

The silent buzzing of human bees,
Skimming the country, pollinating.

A field of dreamflowers,

Perched atop the highest mountain,
Searching for the lowest soul.
A chance to give yourself a reason.
Ascend to the unknown.

Journey through the wild yonder...

We walk on an edge...
The edge of what, I do not know.
the edge of time?
The edge of infinity?

the Edge City skyline...

out here at the edge of existence,
All we know is lost.

Going on to 82, a name born of this world. Eyes to witness the harsh realities that score. A guilt-breed of lust and ignorance. Time, it be, he who knows. The time of ancient trees and nothing else.

I awoke one day and there I lay,
Beside the bay of a planet far away.

I was surrounded by flowers,
Some in scale of towers.
Alluring with their powers.
Emitting radiant showers.

Docile dog you do your thing.
You build the world without intention.
Many a time you've left without pay,
Praying tomorrow will be the day.

Redemption; the swan-song of tricky idols.

Breathe in a way that has never been tried.
Constantly inhale.
Gather the potent air as if it would be gone tomorrow.
Tomorrow we are workin men again.

My mind, I now see, plays tricks on me...
It won't let me agree...
I say two, it tells me three...
Beyond the woe, I cannot see...

I walk a straight line, yet it's truly a curve...

We have been waiting.
We have been expecting.
We have not a moment to spare.
Exhale and prepare for the new air,
Made of brickdust and unknown things.

You have been shown the way.

Sitting and Chatting -

I am but a face to these unmet people.
I chase them with my stranger eyes,
And fantasize that we should meet,
And have a seat and sit and chat,