Story Ends

Angels in my rear view
If only I knew
Where the highway goes
Better off dead
Than alive
Yet still I survive
Refusing the stairway
As I glide into milky way
A starry eyed surprise
An extinction level event in disguise
Looking to touch down

The things I regret
You will never forgive
And I will never forget
Yet I will go on to live
In the hell of the choice
That I made with my voice
Made with the words said
From a soul that is dead
And heart that was cold
As ice flowed from eyes
And broke upon the ground

You deserved better
And I was neither
And in that moment I knew
What I must do
I knew the road to nowhere
Was mine and mine alone
And my story would end
Where it began in the darkness


Learning to Fly

How does one fly?

When you can’t escape the gravity of reality.

I go crazy with the words inside.

Yet can’t loose them from the lips.

For the tongue trips

And I see the shadows in which to hide

Finding comfort in the beautiful lie


There is no abyss

No darkness

No light

Nor paradise to miss

Only the space in which I exist

And I will always persist

To dwell inside my own hell

Until I breakdown as I crack up

To sound of the silent scream

Given form from the silent dream


That comes with sleep

And allows me to finally weep

For all things lost

For you and for me

For all that was meant to be

Yet never was

The myth of the happy ending

Is simply the beginning


In my pocket I carry the most magical of tome’s
It can open into a book of faces to show me what others do
Allow me to see the world in their view
Let me see who is hanging on
And who is growing strong
And those who are often wrong

It can sing the 128 characters of the song of birds
That form the words
Of so many songs in the web of which the spider weaves
Allow me to sling the ancient curses with new verses

It can tumble into the looking glass
Or find the instant images of life
With weight of a gram

It can find misbegotten trust and untold lust
With the speed of megabytes per second
And hold unlimited knowledge with links to more

Meant to communicate yet now it’s use is up to fate
It’s magic goes unseen as the connection falters
And no one kneels at its alter
To sacrifice to the electronic gods of new age
Needed to defend the world from the blight
Of then often alternative right and left
That cannot coexist
Because within them them grow the extremist

While all the all while
I prefer to be the techno alchemist
Preaching the tao of the machine
And the folding of time
Into the binary rhyme
Of the secrets that go unseen
In the pages of history digitized
Before the lies


In the quiet response of the word
The absence of being heard
There is nothing to be found
No trace of joy
Not laughter
Nor a tear drop sound
Only hopes dead
Like lambs lead
To the slaughter
A broken toy
Kneeling in the gutter
As the sunlight streaks down
And the soul shifts in the ground

Into the forest

In the quiet light of solitude

Where nothing fits the mood

A cold walk into the forest

Brings no rest

For the soul that is tired

Yet cannot expire


In the afterbirth

Of a lonesome earth

In a universe of hope

There exists no way to cope


With the slinky black dress of depression

That becomes the new fashion

In sultry heels

Of hellish feels

That dwell in the heart

And if my lips would part


I’d speak my mind

And hope to find

Solace in my truth spoken

And know I was forgotten