Straining to see through the world's glass
My eyes hurt and my heart is pained
I question where I belong in all this mess
The fear of the uncertainty is never-ending
I hover outside the point of inclusion
It's difficult to understand how to be human
The world is enveloped in a new chaos
Individuals become enveloped in the mass
Distressed to appear
In the eyes of others,
My will falters.
Falters to find purpose
In what once made sense,
Unsteady and nervous
Are my armory that mense.
Mense the imperfect dialectic
Between being and belonging
To a world so hectic
In which we’re simply passing
Passing is our curse
For we were never meant to be
Eternal; ephemeral is our plea,
Yet it never quenches our thirst.
Thirst to our need of belonging,
Over the feeling of being whole
Confusion is our toll,
To our wish of mending.
Mending our own doing
To bring unity
To what needs to be;
Harmony between being and belonging. .
Desolate, empty, and unsatisfied
Nearly your every waking moment
You find yourself wishing you were a child again
No longer plagued by such alien desires
But maybe this planet is just no longer enough to sustain you
And maybe... Just maybe...
Your home is somewhere...
Set among the stars in a celestial expanse
Just waiting for you to set foot
On it's warm, welcoming soil
Where you will take root
Becoming a sycamore that touches the sun, unsinged
Enveloping the surface below in cool shade
At last, that world will experience a reprieve
From the relentless heat that beat down in your absence
You are among your own
I was still breathing static fog,
coursing through wire cage lungs.
Copper coated tongue
sparks in shades of orange and gold,
I feel the surge
and my body comes alive,
pins and needles
shivering in the flux
of the obsolete circuitry
burning in my chest.
burn white lights into my eyes,
move the green earth
in cosmic undulations,
a mirage of the dancing atmosphere
I cannot deny,
nor confirm the existence of.
tectonic thumps in the fault
of my ribs,
the rattling of rebar and bone,
my Embarcadero spine
into the rift
of unexplored daylight.
Rebirth in the tomb
There is something beautiful and poetic about being alone,
The buzz of people, so much more than I could ever condone,
Pulsing, with a sense of belonging...
I cannot allow you to break into my head,
Filling me with an infernal sense of dread,
And unmatched longing...
I see you there, trying to change me, lurking in the shadows,
Watching as I try to drown myself in the many sorrows,
Hidden, dying within my soul...
Feeling so much, sensing the ebb and flow of the lunar tide,
It all fades away, so long as you are not here by my side;
I know now that I can never be whole...
If I can't be around you, never able to touch you again,
Unable to reac
I write word after word
And the fantasy comes to life
The people I have created
The stories I gave birth
Alive and vividly flowing
At the transcendence of each word
At the swinging of my pencil
At the strokes on the keyboard
I wonder if these stories
Can be a place for my heart's content
Where I can be able to roam free
Away from the droll of every day
To live a life so beautiful
In a world far apart
Away from this life
And the pain of coming days
So here I fill these pages
As my imagination makes wonders
For here I am present
As I witness my inventions
Take hold and grow strong
And become a piece of art divine
Yet I won
You are otherworldly
To the extent
That you clearly
Do not belong here...
"Excuse me, but...
You do not belong here,
Get out of here
With a face like that,
And sadistic charms to match...
You are a walking fairy tale,
And I will be having
No part of any of
Every bit of all of that!
So please just go...
And so he did;
He got on the train,
Walking to very end,
And never looked back.