TRUTH

I was born alone in this world
and alone forever must i stay.
People come close to my heart,
but in the end, must go away.
No-one can read into the
thoughts and feelings of another.
Only hearts, not the mind,
are bound by the silken tether.
It is but rank foolishness
to expect them to feel your pain,
to find the same laugh as you,
for eternity together remain.
Yes, I say, I exist alone.
Though many be to lend a hand,
to live, honour and end a life
no-one but me can understand.

Fade

I look, look
hoping to see
Staring out so far, something must be.
But it isn't
not here
No joy, no thought, no pain no fear
Emotions blank
mind aground
as much as I may look around
Deserted all
featureless plains
a single mind, all that remains.
Struggling,
searching endlessly
while unchange presses relentlessly
against it's
every thought
As it searches, for what is not.
You see
things change
vary, mutate, evolve, derange.
Inspiration is
momentary, then done -
a wisp of cloud, fading in the sun.

Extinction

"Hear me NOW!" the voice cried,
across the mountains, valleys wide.
"Listen, it is of pain I sing,"
so said the voice of Suffering.
"A million souls cry out in fear.
Birds and beasts, both far and near,
as Human will, immovable dense
drops curtains on their existence.
Do you not see their pain, O Man?
If save them you do not, who can?
Think! before you cut and burn.
Before it is too late to learn
a lesson you can't live without,
or survival is indeed in doubt.
Unconcerned, you may sit and stare,
You will follow soon, beware!"
The voice echoed on in vain,
Human ears heard not the pain.
And soon, those deaf ears and blind eyes
faced destruction of their own devise.
And then, wondered where they'd been,
and how they could have not seen
smoldering seas and barren lands....
The Earth, murdered at their hands.

Suicidal?

Life never was fair,
and it won't ever be.
Drowned in its murky mists,
it's often hard to see.
Bound to crude reality,
while straining to be free.

Cruel monotony rules,
in a world so mundane.
Failure ever following,
it drives you insane.
Small are the pleasures.....
never quite worth the pain.

Though you feel imprisoned,
your soul begs to fly,
And all that is living
may seem but a lie.
You must turn for help,
when Death seems worth a try.

CRY

When all seems lost,
nothing goes right.
When the hand of fate
seems to douse all light.
When darkening clouds
consume your sky.
When all that is good
seems to pass you by.
When you're tired of life
and you need some
respite, some relief.
Then, let the tears come
When friends turn,
and there's no comfort.
When hope seems lost,
and your heart seems to hurt.
When the world seems
to be eternally dark.
When the poisoned arrow
seems to find its mark.
When it hurts so bad,
you just want to be numb,
to be lost, faraway.
Then, let the tears come.

Shutdown

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Not so for me, 'cause my mind starts slowing.
When the way becomes hard, and I don't know what to do,
the thinker that is in me, gets thrown all askew.
The ideas stop coming, as panic sets in,
eyes become unseeing, as the world begins to spin.
Then, everything blackens, everyone fades away
The walls shoot up, and reality goes astray.
Completely unaware, and utterly alone.
The shutdown is complete, till the crisis is gone.
I am but a weakling.......not an oak, just a reed.
If ever you're in trouble, I'm the last person you need.

Plastic Emotions

It's hard to deceive the world,
never show how you feel.
To exhibit a heart of melting butter,
though it lies in a case of steel.
To be nothing you believe in,
be soft, though you be hard.
To sheath the blades of your soul
and put on a smiling facade.
You make them all believe,
with them is where you belong.
You cover up your thorns,
and try to play along.
Plastic emotions, never real.
Cruelty, fury concealed.
Painted over, deep and dense,
to never be revealed.
Underneath beats a stony heart,
waiting, to be set free.
Stone...not just in hardness,
but in it's unchanging eternity.