The Will To Exist

These eyes that burn these visions to my soul
Keep engraving golden letters in the piece of coal
Like a needle piercing through the layers of skin
Until there is nothing left but space
Between every molecule of me
Between every atom
Between every particle
The empty space that we call soul
The essence of me, that tireless need
The will that burns behind these eyes
That keep burning these golden letters
Into this empty space between my particles.
That is truly to exist!
In such many levels simultaneously
And still be uncertain
Whether you exist or not.

Purpose

Basking in the sepian light of November Sun
The ruins of man's infrastructure long gone
Once needed, now abandoned when done
Seemingly forgotten, while being all but.
Nature nurtures the brick walls
Caresses them with roots and sprouts.
Growing out of the wall
Life out of stone.
Breathing new life
Into what men left behind to die
Perseverance pays itself back.
Patience is a virtue we don't have time for
And that is why nature will once nurture
Our bones too.
And when all my thoughts bleed out
When my skin takes the palest of hues
When all life deserts me
I am happy to know
That finally I serve some purpose

Warning to the Nation

Consider this as a warning to the nation.
People lacking consideration
Can never build houses of windchimes and butterflies.
Their houses are white,
Their houses are houses of pain
And in their own name they committ crimes
Against their fellowmen,
Abuse their rights,
Feed them lies,
Use their time to feed more lies.
Their vision is the one you see
Their vision is the one you swallow
Their vision is the one you'll choke
It's easy not to care.
Approval always is.
It takes a man to fight until the most bitter of all ends.
And the end is bitter, for every winner, for every loser alike.

Stones

I stand still and breathe the cold air
Winter creeps into my lungs
The cold I tried to keep out for so long
I always knew it will once return
My path is illuminated
By thousand glowing candles
They enlighten names in the stones
Only few seem familiar
The ones closest to my path
The names I can still recall
All is covered by golden cloth
All is good as long as I am here
As long as I can still remember
As many stones as possible
Light drowns in the twilight of dawn
Sun will reclaim his throne
It redeems every light
It returns every life
Right where they are supposed to be
Back to sweet, familiar oblivion.

Exit Life

Maybe she'll get hit by a car.
Maybe she'll be driving a car,
and she'll hit me 80 mph,
and she'll kiss the windscreen goodbye
as she passes me by,
as she leaves this wretched world behind,
as she flies sixty yards across the sky,
hits a pine, snaps her spine,
shuts down her conscious mind,
terrified, as anyone who's about to die
to let go, rather than to paralyze
to know, to decide
to exit life.