he told her

i was born to love you he told her
just before he ran his hands down her shoulders
and showed her his love in an embrace
he looked into her eyes and kissed her face
her lips
never could he have imagine a love so great
as he began to connect the dots that relate to fate
to the future
the connections made were immediate and flush
like Picasso painting a masterpiece with his brush
he summarized it over and over in his brain
the reasons why he went through all the pain
was because one day he'd meet her

and it's then that he'd see his future

written for someone long gone now
potentially not finished, but here it is

 

society

the world is crazy, people are ads in a magazine. 

we've lost humanity in a catch phrase, 

it explodes and spreads clinging to heartbeats and dreams,  

converting them to nightmares. 

the fires burn wild across the tempers of innocence. 

It's rage permeates likes sweat through a shirt.
the words I seek creep through the street, unseen by most 

their voices echos, as mine does, down the halls of stories untold

down the alleys ways of thought and memories

everyone is for sale if the price is right, a moment in time,
a memory, an explosion that slaughters hundreds.
Death is the reprieve, but there's no going back,
what's done is done. The final solution.
The finality of this mortal shell.These pleasantries,  these shoulder taps in passing,
the shit piles up under hooves, under words,
under emotions hidden by words, wrapped up in experience.
Gifted to those we "love". Everyone is for sale,  name the price,
selling ourselves out short, souls lost cry in vane.

deciding to post this after it has been 
hanging out in my drafts for a while
it still feels incomplete, very much so
but here it is anyway
maybe i'll come back to it and add more

 

the children

the children are crying, but the world is crazy so they feed the tears
the children grow older and the tears turn to anger
and they turn the anger into action, into pain
into self destruction
neglected of emotion and care they cry loudly,
glowing flat screens are their babysitters,  

their teachers, their distractions.
their cries subdued by entertainments and storytellers. 

mindless consumption is the main story told. 

no way to know better they believe every word. 

they grow into adulthood and are thrown to the colleges, 

of which only a few make it, 

the rest are turned out into the realities of life. 

that not everyone makes it, not everyone made the right choices

and that people do fail, crash, and burn.
that the only guarantee in life is that, eventually, we all die. 

and so they come in full force, anger defined, defiant to any and all. 

ready to destroy that which you hold dear, 

that which is true essence of beauty upon this earth. 

because their beauty was destroyed by lies and deceit.

the children are crying, but the world is lazy so they give

the responsibility to the teachers of the schools

and when their children fail, they blame the world

the children are crying, but the world is blind

as always, i'm not sure if it's finished or not

but here it is 

 

øjeRum · Don't Worry About The Darkness, Mother, It Conceals Nothing

a new beginning

with clarity my eyes now see
no longer clouded by memory
by the old dreams that haunted me
with potential, my heart sings
it's song is heard by all
seen in dreams throughout the universe
with certainty i stand firm
my thoughts are on you, my heart is with you
my commitment to you
i now stand here with you
hand in hand we face the span of time together

wrote this for someone long gone now