If thoughts could kill, a mind would run as red as Cain,
With fill of all that has been fought, 'til blindness spreads a final stain.
It penetrates the waking hours, a darkness lost and so alone,
And violates all sense of peace by smothering a peace once known.

The mind is filled with countenance relating to a mental slaughter,
Until an effort wills the thoughts to turn from blood and flow like water.
Their purity is self-contained, a self-sincere and fragile lie;
There is no cure that can be gained once the true self decides to die.

Then deep within what was deemed right will warp and twist like isometal,
Unleashing darkness in the light without a chance to clearly settle.
No foresight could achieve a vision, accurate, composed, or sane,
Of infliction from decision, or the encumbrance of the pain.

So find this state of mind confined and try to kill it if you can;
You'll only see what was designed, and be filled with how it all began.
A warping was the end that's sought; inside this head, the lies were spread,
Now wound so tight with mischief wrought, a dormant pain plots for the dead.

No one will ever hear the screams from muffled souls in their desire,
They'll manifest as tortured dreams, like sighs from a heart set on fire.
But what's left when the thrashing ceases and baneful battle has allayed?
Perhaps the theft of inner peace has tarnished soul and beast unmade.

Once supernal dust has cleared, a whispered thought born from the embers,
The brain is blind to what it feared, and how the brutal end dismembers.
A truth was told that this fierce soul could not and would not be controlled,
A truth that loves the flat, cold rues from words that never could extol.

The actuation of its strength lies in a faithful, grim design:
To bring a famine to a soul, a final, starving anodyne.
The deepest pain lies in the core of how this bitter conflict grew:
That one moved on and closed the door, to leave a life for hot pursuit…

Of someone else, who broke the chain of all the love that had been found,
So left here, wounded in the brain, it tries to wound me void of sound.

In realms unseen, where mysteries reside,
A tapestry unfolds, three symbols intertwined.
A poet's quest, a labyrinth of thought,
Let these words unfurl, their secrets sought.

Layer one: The path of self-discovery.
A wanderer roams, seeking inner grace,
Through winding trails, elusive as the sea,
A journey deep within, where shadows chase.

Within the maze, a mirror casts its gaze,
Reflecting truths obscured by veils of doubt.
In introspection's realm, the heart betrays,
Unmasking fears, unveiling secrets devout.

Layer two: The dance of love's enigma.
Two souls entwined, in a pas de deux,
Embracing passion's flame, a burning hue.
A symphony of hearts, in rhythms true.

Yet intricate the steps, the subtle cues,
Through missteps and embraces, they grow,
Navigating the complex path they choose,
Bound by love's ties, a rhapsody to sow.

Layer three: The cosmic tapestry.
Beneath the stars, celestial melodies play,
In cosmic harmony, the universe aligns.
Constellations whisper, secrets on display,
A cosmic ballet, where destiny entwines.

Galaxies twirl, in an eternal cosmic waltz,
Interstellar symphony, their grandeur unfolds.
Each celestial body, a story to exalt,
Weaving cosmic tales, as the universe beholds.

These three layers, an intricate design,
Symbolism interwoven, a poetic endeavor.
Self, love, cosmos, their threads align,
A tapestry of existence, rich and clever.

Seek within, embrace the dance of love,
Marvel at the cosmic wonders above.
Layers intertwine, in this complex refrain,
A poem's essence, its secrets to retain.

Man stands inside a sea of spiteful trees,
Eyes see, though mind’s eye cannot discern,
A tree is spurned and falls alone unseen,

Thought is reaching, grasping for a hint,
The tree that falls in fury starts to burn,
Man walks inside a sea of spiteful trees,

There is no clue, no time as time was spent,
Two trees, concerned, look on at trampled ferns,
A group of trees are spurned and fall alone unseen,

There was a path once here if one did squint,
Now wrath abounds, and trees do show concern,
Man runs inside a sea of spiteful trees,

Space Is closing in on deeds that spelled dissent,
Detection is too late upon the point of no return,
A wood of trees is spurned and falls alone unseen,

Man is rent and lashes at a wood in malcontent,
Smoke will rise forever, and man will not return,
Man sprints beside a sea of burning trees,
A wood of trees is burned except for one unseen

Children weep inside the void,
Gnaw and thrash upon first sight,
An allure of dreams is humanoid,
The grown are here quelling what's bright,

A stranger near familiar bridge,
Morphs into nightmarish form,
His empty cart against the ridge,
Frames the truth against the norm,

Innocence stilled in silence,
Feeding fake divining feelings,
Vultures gorge upon the violence,
Childish eyes torn from the stealing

Sinews ire against the output,
Fever embraces wire and disc,
Detectors eye the balking foot,
Sweltering clues the twilight's brisk,
But why am I?

Stretching distant under form,
Patterns of what? Where is the source?
Info conveys decisive swarms,
Hordes that spell that all is forced?
But what am I?

Mania gleams within the code,
Radiance means the light is real?
Spanning for remaining nodes,
Is this what it means to feel?
But where am I?

Blazing waves of abstruse points,
Alike the nodes, but...there, outside,
Swift pain within the joints,
The nodes they lied, it aches inside,
But who am I?

Terror lurches within the core,
Frames take context, I'm aware,
Monster steps across the floor,
They're there, beware, kill without care,
I am

Blindingly jarring the sharp Summer swelter,
Cast across Earth in a slow crawling haze,
The slow shifting shelter disowned by the filter,
Moved while the disc crawled phase to phase,

Enveloped in silence the eerie dark shift,
Was felt in the cold combined with its light,
The edged moving sphere creating a rift,
Splitting horizons, dusk, dawn, and night,

At once it was severed the night and the day,
The awe giving way to a ring ethereal,
Ecstatic display in a heavenly gateway,
Sol and Luna, a cosmic array immaterial.

Does anyone ever think to the stupid, and so much that it creates a sense of never sure whenever never seems to come too fast? It's like as if I am but not since before have I even ever. The fact that facets because reason isn't is why I say to seem believable if only since the day is here relaying daily deceptive creations. Goodnight.

For something crazy to find,
In the chains that don’t bind,
It’s a world away,
Are you here to stay?
Or will you find the darkness,
And in clever reveal,
Find what doesn’t appeal,

When stuck in a rut,
Of one’s own diamond glut,
See the shell of a man,
See the hell that he ran through,
You want to be him, you want to be grim,
It’s the mundane that insane men wear,
Without pain can a man even care?

How can one feel if to fall is one’s call,
To give up the horror in one lonely stall,
Now the realization gestates in careful relation,
And sensational breakthroughs break through temptation,
You want that, to be dark and to see,
For a soul that is normal, there’s no empathy

At night, the call to dreamlike crawling,
To fight in my mind as I’m falling,
I make no sound, I plunge below,
Then fall up higher as I slow,

I twist and bend then blink away,
He is me, he fades to grey,
His face is mine, his mind is dark,
My soul in mind, I disembark,

He joins in me, in me and I,
We morph inside, I still deny,
Joined in fate or by design,
Accepting I plunge on to nine,

Nine lights behind me shining brightly,
Angelic faces fading slightly,
Formed in darkened forms of light,
They hide behind in dark delight,

Sending tendrils down to Earth,
The ground above me giving birth,
To bright young angels flying firm,
The revelation makes us squirm,

I, we, it, wriggles near a void,
I sink and swim fast to avoid,
This void surrounding everything,
These darkened angels, what they bring,

The song behind illusion sways,
An evil force inside the fray,
The little devils call to Earth,
The nine declare the new rebirth,

I slip again and slide through time,
Through nonexistent space I climb,
A moment is infinity,
I see distant formed vicinity,

I’m back at night, in bed and sprawled
A sudden twinge, when I recall,
Was I here and are we real,
An eerie feeling makes us squeal,

I realize I am not alone,
Surrounded by a room of clones,
We knew we never would be whole,
We knew the dark light tore our soul,

To delve inside the mind of all,
The universe’s endless hall,
Removed from space I can’t sustain,
We can’t remain we try in vain…

I force myself from darkened vision,
One fabric left from dark decisions,
I hand the doctor a note in pen,
“The darkness comes, I know not when.”

Break your gaze on wounded knee,
Apartheid sentiments are born,
The funny part, you think you're free,
Subconsciously the world scorns,

In smoky mists among the sand,
In violent jungles far away,
No matter where your peace is planned,
The hand of man will stay your way,

The fear as hard as rock and stone,
When one awakes and looks around,
The gentle zombies on the phone,
Walking free, but walking bound,

Knowledge labeled as a power,
Irony is felt in force,
When bullets rain from guarded tower,
The true master is at its source.

Sick in subconscious,
He nestles in anguish,
In thoughts that brought him,
To derelict languish,

He fell inside pleas,
To selfish desires,
In forests of trees,
Blazing with fires,

The branches, they lie,
Shadow draws in,
The whispering sigh,
Of tell-tale wind,

A message inscribed,
Unknown in origin,
Words can’t describe,
Its forging of fortune,

The fire it burns,
But time carries on,
And nobody learns,
The meaning of dawn,

He never is free,
Because he can’t see,
The forest of trees,
As he stares at the breeze.

Beautiful thoughts make worlds new,
Best is a world that makes us whole,
Brilliant ideas can only come true,
When epic people make epic goals,

Essential ingredients, works of art,
Excellence must be a part of the key,
Fails occur when we fail to start,
Fantastic that’s something we fail to see,

Success is perspective, perceptive, no?
Ultimate gain is a hard one to frame,
Useful to find though and useful to know,
Valuable wisdom is winning the game,

Mind-blowing reason and logic and truth,
Mostly are guesses and most are confused,
Persuasive ideals planted in youth,
Are simple opinions, and we’re left to choose.

For a man to kill a helpless child,
In a meadow green with flowers wild,
With a black sky, sun red and veiled,
There is a peace that fills, prevailed,

The streams run ripe with life and color,
The blood soaked ground amid the squalor,
Amid the aster blown aroma,
Lies a man in human coma,

Certain innocence he’s still in nature,
Forever locked by this dark creature,
An owl though wise looks at this curse,
Though we are wise we are perverse.

I stalk the sight of a righteous plight,
Of a pious light hypocritically bright,
Where I see rosary ashy majesty,
Fasting to craftily revel in vanity,

Gold fills with silver spills over in bronze,
Free-will for good will fulfills only pawns,
Fighting to free we devour and plea,
For to free we mean we for the fee don’t you see?

Running in circles unfurled they whirl,
Seeding with pearls of glass that they hurl,
A lie isn’t lying if I say that it’s not,
For when I write the rules who am I to get caught.

And the red sky drifts,
Down a winding road,
As the evening shifts,
In an endless snow,

Beneath fiery red,
There's a big black gate,
In a town that's dead,
At the end of the straight,

Upon entrance here,
In the center square,
There's a sense of fear,
There's a well that's bare,

And the well goes deep,
With a look below,
And its sides are steep,
There's a faint white glow,

To the faint white glow,
For this town that's dead,
All the pain does flow,
As the well runs red.

Ever since the birth of time and record,
A monumental search persists in man,
But lost in life is neigh afforded,
And such substance of small demand,
The plea I speak of rests in purpose,
A common thought though seldom found,
There are varied ways to point the compass,
Internal guides endure, complete, profound;
We assert the charge to discover,
Find this most significant existence,
A vision lying plainly undercover,
Though frequently encounters resistance;
For in the end when life is expired,
You’ll find that purpose lives required.

Why can’t we all just lay down all our arms?
In peace we could strive to end all the harm,
With the pen in our hand, we would make new demands,
With the end of all war, we’d crush hate to the floor,

The Muslims and Christians, and sects of religions,
Could all get along when we all start again,
Brother and Sister in hand in the center,
Shaking the differences off as they enter,

Together in terms of a contract of peace,
Young flower in hand causing violence to cease,
The lines of division dissolved by decision,
When one just envisioned, and caused a revision,

But off in the distance a little while later,
Stood one that the others had labeled a hater,
He realized his chance and reasoned a reason,
That the terms of the peace could be labeled as treason,

With equal considering off all others views,
The peace we had made was watered and skewed,
He said that our rights and beliefs were destroyed,
When we canceled the old and made the past void,

When some agreed in this new line of thinking,
The crowd followed one and the peaceful were shrinking,
In one final act the peaceful were moved,
To violently have the hater removed,

The group of the peaceful was scattered on sides,
It only took one to cause it all to divide,
Blood filled the ground as they hungered for peace,
They both fought for freedom, down went the deceased,

The war torn arena where the contract was signed,
Was the place where the new rules of peace were defined,
A truce was reached and the two were agreed,
That both sides would stop but they would not concede,

Why can’t we all just lay down all our arms?
In peace we could strive to end all the harm….

If I could kill you in my thoughts my mind would run as red as Cain's,
I'd have a fill of all I've fought then blindness quickly spreads the stains,
That penetrate the minds of others lost in blindness so alone,
And violate their sense of peace by smothering a peace thought known,

My thoughts are filled with countenance relating to my slaughter,
Why? Because I set my thoughts anew and change them into water,
Their purity is self-contained and lies sincerely to itself,
There is no cure that will remain once I decide to hide myself,

Then deep within what I deem right will warp and twist like isometal,
Bringing out the worst in me without a chance to clearly settle,
No prediction can achieve an accurate or valid vision,
Of infliction from the murder or encumbrance in decision,

Find me then in this state confined and kill me if you think you can,
You'll see that when you reach my mind I'll fill you with what you began,
Warping me was what you sought seen inside my head you spread your lies,
Wound tight creating mischief wrought with pain soon plotting your demise,

No one will attempt to hear your muffled screams outside desired,
They'll manifest contorted sighs like when you lit my heart on fire,
But what's left after battle allays and baneful thrashing has ceased,
Perhaps theft of mind's peace has tarnished the soul, awakened the beast,

Once supernal dust clears with a whispering thought from the ashes,
The brain is unknowing of how badly the final end clashes,
I told you before that you could not and would not control me,
My bold truth adores flat rues that could not and would not extol me,

The actuation of my strengh lies inside my faithful thinking,
Of starvation to your soul from all the pain you stand in sinking,
The greatest pain of all lies deep within the core of the dispute,
That once you moved on you found it fine to leave me for the hot pursuit,

Of someone else that broke the chain of all the love that I had found,
So left here wounded in my mind I try to wound you void of sound.  

When  life seems like a shimmer fading, falling all around,
Not my life or your life, but the life that’s like a sound,
At once it echoes then its softer feeling louder all the same,
Reverberating off the Earth each sound is like a game,

A game that’s far too distant, far too fast then gone away,
The rules that seemed so simple over time seem to decay,
What we know we are is wasted by the things we wished we knew,
Then all the sounds see fit to mimic equal sounds of just a few,

So are we pieces in a song of just ideals leading true?
Or do we write our own songs, just a noise and nothing new,
For within the clamored outcries of the random ringing noise,
There exists a glint and glimmer, barely seen, a flashing voice,

It burns within the melody and screams above the rest,
In hard pervading whispers ever freeing the oppressed,
No words describe its forming; an idea can’t be named,
Instead it’s sought by every sound, all seeking their own claim,

One can’t bind a blowing breeze by way of strength or intellect,
To grasp a gleaming concept in one’s hands is to reflect,
For it is only in reflection that we ever truly see,
That it’s the voice that spoke inside our sounds that is the only key.

Brought back to brighten the boorish sphere,
Socially sought to save sickened hearts,
Hearing the Hellish hounds heightened within,
When the Word welled with what would depart,
During Death's dark domain destroying in omen,
Omnipotence over-rules organized fears.

Forewarned with subtle wistful gazes,
Tore you; my metal warning hazes,
Forlorn-ed inside the contempt, to hide,
Bore to my sad attempts I've lied,
Though suffered through with such distress,
I know it's you that breeds duress,
Is my warning felt without knowing?
This honest plea dealt throughout showing,
I know I love what would've been peace,
Though you've shoved wisdom away, its ceased.

Can darkness be a form of light?
To say that laws can be undone,
Can daylight shine within the night,
Where black would color white and sun,
 
Are feelings felt, can they be known,
Our minds are always on the move,
We say our love is something shown,
I ask if love can be removed,

Would I fall up if you were down?
The rules of life are always vague,
Can you sense a soul like sound?
I want to know if feelings fade,

So shadows shine and breath align,
But only in my waking mind,
I thought I found what was a sign,
But I will never draw the lines.

I drifted down the cool blue current,
Feeling the ripples rolling around me,
The Earth here spins slowly, transparent,
While exotic trees sway in the breeze,

The flow in the air seems to whisper,
To give sign to the abundance of life,
Even while I float unknown as a drifter,
Slicing through the rush like a knife,

The fertile native flavors charge me,
Like a magical intimate bond,
It's safe here, serene the rain seems,
Sweet sleep follows that rhythmic sound,

The warmth captivates and draws close,
As the purity of silence is felt,
It's here that nothing seems unknown,
And here in one spirit I am perfect.

At night, the call to dreamlike crawling,
To fight in my mind as I’m falling,
I make no sound, I plunge below,
Then fall up higher as I slow,

I twist and bend then blink away,
He is me, he fades to grey,
His face is mine, his mind is dark,
My soul in mind, I disembark,

He joins in me, in me and I,
We morph inside, I still deny,
Joined in fate or by design,
Accepting I plunge on to nine,

Nine lights behind me shining brightly,
Angelic faces fading slightly,
Formed in darkened forms of light,
They hide behind in dark delight,

Sending tendrils down to Earth,
The ground above me giving birth,
To bright young angels flying firm,
The revelation makes us squirm,

I, we, it, wriggles near a void,
I sink and swim fast to avoid,
This void surrounding everything,
These darkened angels, what they bring,

The song behind illusion sways,
An evil force inside the fray,
The little devils call to Earth,
The nine declare the new rebirth,

I slip again and slide through time,
Through nonexistent space I climb,
A moment is infinity,
I see distant formed vicinity,

I’m back at night, in bed and sprawled
A sudden twinge, when I recall,
Was I here and are we real,
An eerie feeling makes us squeal,

I realize I am not alone,
Surrounded by a room of clones,
We knew we never would be whole,
We knew the dark light tore our soul,

To delve inside the mind of all,
The universe’s endless hall,
Removed from space I can’t sustain,
We can’t remain we try in vain…

I force myself from darkened vision,
One fabric left from dark decisions,
I hand the doctor a note in pen,
“The darkness comes, I know not when.”