Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

still here
despite the
prohpets words

roses
still grow
with thorns

nocturnal whispers demand an audience

random cascade

what I do now
I do for you
& you alone
control my hand
as I wish
your world
into the future
paint me
forgiving

wreck me
on your shore

I am
moon drunk

& wandering
without aim

I throw
my voice

towrds
the center

where she
forgets me

I find what
I came for

culture
is
irrelevant

tell
me
something

you
don't
know

I swear
if I ever hear
your voice again
I will not stray
beyond it's echo

the earthbound
crawl & scream
until their limbs
& words are spent

this is all

we admire about
the confusion that
links the beginning
to the end

we will
become
what was
most likely
is not now
or ever truth

Anthem by Ayn Rand is one of my favorite books.

what more can be said
about the dying past
I stumble
from the threshold
to the exit ...clueless
I am not above this
endless conversation

fear is all that's left
when stripped of hope
we descend into
the hell we fashioned
from cruelty & suffering

she mimics
ape like
gestures
spell out
help but
no one
understands
the nonsense
of clues left
strung out
across
her temple
the answer
is worse
than the
question

I dont know
where I am
or where
you were
but truth
is like
our dislocation
it asks for nothing
but a witness
to its mass destruction

gods
look
away
every day
with wings
we dare
where
mortals fail
a dream
of falling
begs the
edges
back from
their cliffs
where we
drift we
question
everything