In this moment

In this moment

I am at peace

I sit in my tent

Crickets chirp outside

All is calm and still

In this moment

When they come for me

When they come for me

I pray that the pain is unbearable

So cruel that I have no choice but to fight them

It is the ones who come with comfort 

To drown you

Those are the ones to be feared

There is no true path through life

There is no true path through life

Only what you choose

God gave an easel 

And we made the paints

And this canvas of ours stretches further than the eye can see

Everlasting

The paint flows eternally

There is no dream that cannot be dreamed

No picture too big to make

Our minds paint the world

And any color we can dream is there

If we all have the courage to see it

In my mind’s eye I saw myself walking down a grey road

In my mind’s eye

I saw myself walking down a grey road

Not really there

No landscape 

No background

A solitary figure

Not a stick figure, but something close to that

A sort of ephemeral appearance

Not quite there

A shape, a shadow

Walking through this empty space

As he went he dropped pieces of himself

Or they shed off of him

Like flakes

Floating behind

Then a strange feeling came over me

Like I was floating

Everything seemed to shimmer

Myself and the world

And it was all the same 

Does the creator walk among us?

Does the creator walk among us?

I think he does

Have I met him before?

I think through all the people 

I have unknown 

Were there any candidates?

It’s you a voice says

Such arrogance, such blasphemy

Such grandiose delusions!

But perhaps there isn’t but one creator 

The world is made of creators

To love is to be human

To love is to be human

There is no humanity without love

But just remember it is bittersweet

I don’t want to be happy

I don’t want to be happy 

I don’t want to sing

The gloom is my friend

The sadness my queen

The anger my master

The pity my priest

The nightmare my banquet

The struggle my feast

I don’t want to laugh

I don’t want to play

I want to get drunk and write poems all day

I cannot be kind and I won’t be polite

I don’t want to be loved, I just want to fight

Beauty is the dark

Beauty is the dark 

That’s what we do not see

That plaster walls, the crated faces

Everyone asleep

The tethered souls, the gated minds

Broken down to sheep

The muted tones of grayed out souls

All in the name of peace

After much hacking and clawing, a colossal funnel open on my left side

After much hacking and clawing, a colossal funnel open on my left side

It was then I realized that my body was but a marionette to the god above

And that I was him and he I

My flesh but a silly prop in our theatre

Is my world just a world of thoughts?

Is my world just a world of thoughts?

It seems selfish to think so

That I am the only one pulling the levers

But this creeping dread always slips in 

That I am the one in control