Something New....Someday

i am nothing without nothing. i just became a preacher, and i am living up to it. my girlfriend says that she always wanted to date a holy man. i am nothing, if not everything of the sort. bringing chaos into reason. bringing light into darkness bringing darkness into lightness. we all are made, we all are the most beautiful. let all who wish scramble for the golden apple!

Trapped in mundane, A search for commission A monetary slave wage that's in trade  for all the precious time that was given and freedom for the worker was forbade. In dreams, we make our own reality In dreams, we are the gods made eternal. When i am awake, the world becomes vague. and i realize my place as the slave. we work, suffer, and toil to survive The hymns of the captive prisoner's woe indoctrinated into straw man way's we give up our very rights, righteously so. paying to have poison in our stomachs, dust in my eyes,and no way to cover. human relation is misunderstood, making a war of sisters and brothers. In dreams, we make our own reality In dreams, we are the gods made eternal. When i am awake, the world becomes vague. and i realize my place as the slave. our work is insufferable to us, and we die every day in the hot sun. yet we will never revolt our masters for they stand unseen, behind the ...

There is an empty jar in the place of my heart, with the lid open, for you to place what you will. you could plant it with your love, you could soil it with your pain, with a cavity so wide, it shall not fill. These marks on my skin, are lined paper. I have left all the pages blank for you to write our story, and sign your name. I am quietly hanging from a nail, pinned against the wall. you can hear my tears hit the wood, as they fall. my chest is a doorway left wide open, shelving the jar where my heart had been hung like an old shirt, left like an old shirt, Shaking in the wind. if the rest of my friends disappear, will i also go? will i cease to exist if i am no longer known? These marks on my skin, are lined paper. I have left all the pages blank for you to write our story, and sign your name. A broken heart may not always be in sorrow, there are cracks in the frame where the pain can escape. but give me an open heart, to make me exposed t...

Everything is plastic and poison, the raising and falling of electronic waves and i wave back. i sit in my designated space, complete with telephone, and fake tree. i stare at the computer screen till it turns black. hypnotized by the pulsating glow, typing in a figure and then another. running through the dark parts of the social circles, switching alters for the monitors. my mind becomes empty, but there is no bliss it's an overload of information instead of meditation. i am in awe how normal it seems to everyone else, for all the time i'm giving to make a meager living.

You are moving as the universe, as a wave is moving as the ocean.

  i do n't un derstand why people get so upset over words that have such ambiguous meanings.  Sin, Salvation, Evil, Good. it's all subjective, but these topics always emit an emotional  response to th e point where people react instead of act. We are all one in the eternal scheme of things, everything is connected. when people are so focused on the differences in the  vastness, we forget that we are brothers and sister united in the universe, which causes hatred  and malice. Beliefs are just that, Beliefs. i have mine, you have yours, but there is so much  more that connects us than what we believe or don't believe