a sword named truth
sits in smoke and mirrors
i'd like to wield it,
will i get a chance?

predestination vs. post-destination
vs. predetonation vs. intonation
vs. this nation

the state
the human mind
(an enigma reading enigmas)

time is ticking,
in the next 30 minutes i have to read a thousand volumes
in the next 12 years i have to swallow seven seas
it's impossible to make a decision
... given the constraints, how am i expected...
excuses?

so she stands in front of me
holding an apple out to my mouth
"do you want the simple life?"
i wish i knew.

it's too late...
i'm drowning in the pages,
inhaling smoke,
searching,
falling towards an answer
(which is like approaching zero)

A far country lives in my dreams,
as it once did in my hopes,
blossoming, flowing, green and beautiful.
I saw it once, heard the trees,
then it disappeared into silhouetted sunset...
Night fell like a raven swoops,
Stars failed to shine through the masking clouds.
All I sought in the dimmest light
was something to shatter my porcelain skin
I keep running down this dead-end road,
because at least it has and end.

Shooting Stars Cause Forest Fires

I saw a star fall from the sky tonight.
Perplexed, I wondered if I should catch it (or not)
Because hot coals cause forest fires
And glorified as they are, all stars burn.
Avert my eyes instead, I decided.
Walk away, forget about it.
Thought back to when I actually caught one,
Dropped it as I tried to hold on
Inevitably, a blaze resulted, but it was warm.
And that's the thing about stars,
Glorified as they are, because they give light and heat.
Sometimes it's nice to see and feel warm
But after that, I'll take the moon,
Because shooting stars cause forest fires
And I'd rather not see trees burn.

Snow

Sun fades fallen snow
Rays strike a lonely blow
Covered in soft cold once,
now the ground gives itself away.
Sullen out with color now
Once was silk, light with snow
Now the earth reaches through,
Awake.

She’s a paradox, a chameleon queen,
Climbing up trees, leaf by leaf.
Not as she seems, yet ever known
by the hunters and the hunted.

Two Shadows.

This needs some work, but...

Two shadows: (I can't see)
It's a shade that flutters lashing wings
to the beat of a butterfly show
painted on the songs they sing
your aspirations dart and go.
Get back, fly away.
Ripples of the stream sigh and sway
inside my heart, becoming rain
the swirling storm grows
the center: silent as it glows.
Every droplet takes its shape,
black as your tears,
winged like the clouds
I swallow each one whole.

Dusk

nothing escapes your dusky eyes on a winter's eve
and the starry skies sift through dark mirrors casting gemstones in your stare,
your eyes recalling fallen snow from clouds above
all aglow like neon lights, lit up by the moon and city nights.
Luminance dare not escape your dusky eyes, nor beauty,
and even my heart fails to fly away.