Golden Man

time goes by, yes time ticks by, at speeds approaching the infinite
here we wait, sit, watch and contemplate as space-time marches on
one by one man strides along the edge of existence, believing himself golden
the babble of an ignorant child reverberates at the same pulse of an arrogant man
it seems like days are rarely ever the same, yet there’s no deviation in our nature
so on we stride 2 by 2 off the edge of existence.

Courtship

approaching tenderness we rarely invite
she comes with good intent, seeking to please with a smile
misconceptions precedes true intention
and so i tried to use another path
goals misplaced, paths retraced
yet there’s still no way around
so who dares to push the boarders of self
when rejection becomes the thickest wall
push through just a little, feel just a little
go on, let it hurt just a little

Offspring Takeover

we’re going nowhere fast cause we’re living off the land with the animals we caught
yeah, but it’s not our fault.
[taken from our pride, we’re being left behind
left in apathetic mourning, we've lost too much to our own cause]
the memories will fade & eventually we’ll be replaced
by the twisted youth whom we died to produce
now how is that okay?
So where will you go when the earth has grown old and the sun has gone cold?
Now our time is wasting fast, we’re only an instance in the past
Yeah, whether we continue to turn or dry up and burn is of no concern

On the Author:

in a moment of illusion the scene transforms from blue to white
a stream of mental constipation overcoming the rambling scribe
where once lay fountains of verbal wealth
now remain only ruins of incoherent phrases
to roam and wander amongst the cosmic dust of a dying universe;
to seek out the unaccounted for landscape of our existence
that is the reasoning of those who struggle against time
so we might write against it, in hopes that it may not forget us
communicating to those who have yet to strive for survival
may they revive our loneliness through the tired lines upon
worn pages in a book that was never meant to last

Where was I when the universe began?

Within a singularity, outside of which “no where” existed
No dimensions ruled outside this pregnant dot
Time did not tick, space did not contain
The infinitesimal surged forth from a blinding light
Creating existence in its explosion